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Nikolai.

Mikhail.

It’s always them.

And the worst part?

Iwantthem.

I want their hands on me.

I want their mouths on me.

I want to be between them.

I want to be beneath them.

Iwantto betheirs.

And deep down, I know that they know it too.

That’s why they are so patient with me.

That’s why they are waiting for me.

Because they know that when I finally give in, it won’t be hesitation or uncertainty guiding me.

It will bethis.

This need.

This hunger.

This aching, all-consuming desire.

And when that moment comes…

I don’t think I'll ever be able to stop.

I press my face into the pillow, biting down on a moan, but it’s useless.

I’m already slipping.

I’m already sinking.

My mind, my body, my very soul…

They’re no longer just mine.

Piece by piece, I’m losing myself to them.

I know that I am.

Chapter Twelve

Chiara

Istopped bleeding some time ago.

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