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“I was,” I whisper, a little embarrassed and turned on.

Kingston stills.

I was waiting for him but the activities from the day pulled me into a slumber. When I came to and breathed in his scent, I wasn’t scared or panicked. I submerged deeper into the scene.

He reads my face intensely. His silence is unnerving me. Maybe he thinks we went too far. Or that my fantasies are too much. Even for him.

I’m about to apologize when he speaks up, and what he says is not what I expected.

“You trust me that much, Twinkle?” His voice is the gentlest timbre I’ve ever heard.

“Yes, King.” The answer slips immediately without a slither of doubt. Scooting closer to him, I cup his square jaw and brush my thumb against the corner of his mouth. “I trust you implicitly. No matter what.”

So much so that I’ve let you in deeper than I intended to.

WICKED DEEDS

1.Get risqué behavior in public.

2.I wanna be your slave.

3.Be my Dirty Daddy tonight.

CHAPTER – 27

Twinkle

After taking it hard two nights in a row, my poor satiated body needed a break.

Anal sex is no joke.

In the throes of passion, I was an addict, begging for more. But the aftermath taught me a lesson that losing my anal virginity with a man blessed with a monster cock is a bad idea. Much less a pierced one.

Even if he gives the most attentive and sweetest aftercare in the world.

While I physically recover, the past two days have been nothing but bliss. Hanging out with a person you’re sort of dating without sex is a lot more intimidating, thrilling, and intimate.

Even a little vulnerable, because you’re allowing yourself to be emotionally attached. A glimpse into a life you can have with them if you’re brave.

It’s what happened to us.

Kingston and I’ve become closer and connected emotionally, which is both a good and a bad thing for my heart. New Year’s Eve is around the corner, looming with the reminder that I have to leave soon and I still haven’t decided if I want to continue seeing Kingston or not.

Do I have the courage to push aside my doubts and risk giving us a chance?

A long-distance relationship... Am I capable of it?

Can I be happy with it?

Most importantly, can we make it work?

These questions have been plaguing me every time I’m alone and I’m still no closer to finding the answer. However, I know I have to decide soon.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Twinkle?” asks Kingston calmly.

“Yes, I do,” I murmur, reassuring him with a smile.

Ever since I talked with Kingston’s grandmother on Christmas, I’ve been contemplating whether or not I should call my parents. It’s been three years since I last heard from them. It was me who had called last.