Page 23 of Vicious Little Princess

He rolled his eyes.

“Well?”

“Fine. Yes.”

I laughed. “That’s right.”

“Happy now?”

“Oh, very.”

He shook his head to himself, but amusement danced in his pretty espresso eyes. “Put those on now,” he reiterated, gesturing at my boxers that he’d tossed onto my abs.

I grumbled, but pushed up to a sitting position, then pulled them on. “Get me something chocolaty.”

“For dessert only. Just a small chocolate bar.”

“What? No.”

“You need to eat properly. Vitamins, iron, protein and—”

“Protein? Well, why didn’t you say? We’ve got that covered.”

“We’re not subsisting on cum.”

“But just the suggestion spilling from your pretty lips is getting me hard.”

“Even the protein of—” He stilled as he saw me grinning at him. “You’re screwing around.”

“That I am. Go forth to the cafeteria like you want. I am actually hungry.”

He walked to me, kissed my cheek, then headed on out of the room.

I slumped back on my pillows and tried to relax while he was gone and use the time to take a beat.

But my mind wouldn’t allow for that.

That usual eeriness once I was alone started creeping up on me.

It was the step that came before the bad thoughts, just moments away from that dark door swinging wide open and all the fucked-up memories blasting free and inundating me all at once.

I blinked hard and snatched my phone off the bedside table.

I opened my IG.

There wasn’t much happening there to keep my attention, so I took a selfie shirtless with my nipple hoops on display, my hair all wild and looking just-fucked. I uploaded it with the caption:

Those nights where you just can’t get enough. Here legends are made. #sexmarathon #bringithard

It wasn’t long before the likes and comments started rolling in, thankfully taking my attention.

Then a text came in while I was responding and enjoying the interaction.

Nico:So that’s where Milo is. Am I right?

Julian:Right you are, N.

Nico:Put him on.

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