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Settling with his face inches from mine, I stared into his eyes. For a moment, my wolf and I were happy. But the longer I stared, the more I realized that I was fucked. There was no way I was going to be able to hide what I felt for him after this. If someone asked, I wouldn’t be able to deny it.

I never knew I could feel like this. And although he didn’t know it, he had me wrapped around his delicate little finger.

What was I supposed to do now? What would my father say when he learned that I was falling in love with, not just a man, but the cause of his humiliation?

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Chapter 9

Kuroi

Ever since the age of 14 when my father gave me to a business partner as a signing bonus, I’ve had problems sleeping. It started off as not being able to stay asleep. I was never able to figure out why, but I’ve narrowed it down to two things. Either it was because I was sleeping in a new bed, or because I was woken up every night by an old man pushing his cock into my ass. It remains a mystery.

However, the real problem began when I was, not only unable to stay asleep, but I couldn’t fall asleep in the first place. There would be multiple day in a row when I wouldn’t sleep at all.

I have to admit that it would make me a little crazy. By day three, you did not want to be around me. Ever try to put on makeup while being drunk from exhaustion? It wasn’t a good look.

But even after my father’s business partner died suddenly and I returned home, I still couldn’t sleep. I would go to bars until sunrise, drink all night, and marathon fuck trying to tire myself out. Nothing worked.

Eventually, I just accepted it. I was a bad sleeper whose lovers would always end up dead. Were those two things related? I mean, how could they not be, right?

I certainly don’t remember killing any of them. I might have thought about it. Especially the first one. But, all that trouble of making a plan and sticking to it? That’s a lot of work. And, luckily, my problems have always ended up taking care of themselves.

Unfortunately, my new problem quickly became that even the ones I wanted to live, died. And it wasn’t like I would stab them in my sleep. That would have been easier to accept.No, I would simply be with someone long enough to finally fall asleep in their arms and within weeks, I would be burying them.

And they weren’t all old. One of them was 25. If it were still possible for me to love someone, it would have been him. He was everything that my young heart wanted. And in spite of his better judgement, he loved me. Oh well!

I say this to say that never before have I slept in anyone’s arms as easily as I slept in Dante’s. One explanation could be that Dante keeps drugging me, that bastard. But I’m not waking up with the same ear ringing that I did when I was a kid. So, unless they’ve come up with better drugs since then, I can’t explain it.

In either case, I’ve learned that being able to fall asleep in Dante’s arms came with its own set of problems. For one, I’ve developed this crazy urge to smother him in his sleep. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to kill him. I just want to make it so I never have to hear him tell me that we have to sleep apart.

I can hear you now, ‘Oh Kuroi, that’s so extreme. Oh Kuroi, if you kill him, you’ll have to live the rest of your life knowing that you couldn’t opened your throat wide enough to swallow his huge, sigh, HUGE cock.’ And you wouldn’t be wrong.

But, imagine how it would feel to go 13 years without a good night’s sleep, finally get it, and then have it taken away from you. You would smother someone in their sleep too. You would find thicker and thicker vegetables to loosen your throat, show his flag pole whose boss, and then smother him in his sleep just like the rest of us would.

Until then, though, I had to prevent myself from doing anything crazy.

“Hey,” Dante said, waking up finding me staring into his eyes from inches away.

“Hey,” I crooned feeling more rested than I had in my adult life.

After staring at me for a second, he looked down and lifted my arm. I think he was just trying to lift his own arm, but considering I had handcuffed his wrist to mine, it was a package deal.

“What’s up with this?” he asked still trying to wake up.

“What do you mean?” I replied knowing he could have been asking about a number of things.

“The handcuffs. Did you handcuff us together?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because we’re handcuffed together,” he explained.

“Oh!”

He looked at me strangely. “So, did you?”

“I’ve done so many things. You can’t expect me to remember all of them,” I replied doing my best not to express how silly his question was.

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