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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.