The Slight Edge Audiobook Novels & Stories

I kept that thought to myself though. We started drilling not long after, and somehow Kai always ended up on my side of the rink instead of Mason’s. Every time I demonstrated something, I could feel his eyes following me. Not in a creepy way. Just interested. “You’ve got insane edge control,” he said after I finished a transition sequence. “You know, most people force it too much, but you make it look easy. And it’s honestly annoying. Trust me.” I snorted out a laugh. “Thanks, I think?”

I had taped it there yesterday morning, right before the Dowager arrived, hoping to catch a stray comment, a whisper of weakness. Instead, I caught a death sentence. I plug the cheap earbuds into the jack. I press play. Hiss. Crackle. The audio is grainy. The microphone rubbed against the wood of the sideboard. Then, a voice cuts through the static. Clear. Cold. Crystalline. "Is it done?" Sofia Greco. There is a pause. A man’s voice, muffled. "The driver is secured. He understands the change in itinerary."

Slinging my backpack over one shoulder, I weaved through the crowd toward the lecture hall, dodging a skateboarder who whizzed by with a whoop. My phone buzzed in my pocket almost immediately—a text from him: "Already missing that wet pussy, sub. First class: edge discreetly during the lecture. Describe every sensation after. Make it detailed—or no release during errands." Heat flooded my cheeks instantly, and I bit my lip, glancing around to ensure no one noticed my sudden flush. The dominance in his words made my nipples harden against the soft fabric of my tee, peaking visibly if I didn't adjust, and I quickened my pace, slipping into the back row of the algorithmic ethics lecture just as

When he spoke, his voice was as gentle as ever. "Get some good sleep. I'll be right here by your side." A second later, I heard his thoughts again. [Finally. Some peace and quiet.] Those were just simple words, yet they hurt deeper than any venomous insult ever could. I didn't say another word and lay silently on my side of the bed. The heavy blanket pressed down suffocatingly against my chest. Beside me, Alder tapped on his phone, as if it had all been my imagination, but I knew the truth.