Page 65 of Dance of Ruin

Oh, shut up, self.

I read it again.

And again.

Then I throw the covers off.

I amnotletting him show up at my apartment. Not when he means it, and not when I’m terrified to admit how much a big part of mewants him to.

I sit on the edge of the bed staring at his last message, glowing like a lit fuse.

Nico

Don’t make me come over there and fuck your mouth again, ballerina. I won’t be so gentle this time.

I shouldn’t be reacting like this. I shouldn’t feel this low, hot ache pulsing between my legs.

But God help me, I do.

I fire back a response before I can second-guess myself.

Me

I told you, I’m not coming today. Rehearsal ran late, and I need rest, stretching, and recovery. It’s part of my JOB.

A few seconds pass.

Nico

I’m positive I can assist when it comes to the stretching.

My jaw drops. My face throbs as I type again.

Me

Seriously. I can’t do both every day. I’m going to burn out.

The typing dots hover again.

Nico

Get your ass over here before I drive over there, put you on your hands and knees on the floor with your panties stuffed in your mouth, and fuck you until you can’t move for a week.

Nico

…Which is actually sounding more and more appealing the more I think about it. With you immobile, we can skip discussions like this. I’ll just keep you at my place as my own little fuck toy.

My mouth goes dry.

I mean,Jesus.

Me

You can’t speak to me like that.

Nico

Six months. Anything. Making you squirm when you hear language you’re unaccustomed to falls under that umbrella.

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