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16 pages, Audible Audio
First published December 6, 2023
"Kolya Jr. has been an adventurous whore since he got his first boner at the fresh age of five. It was such a marvelous discovery"
"Anyway, ever since that boner incident, Kolya has become the sluttiest, most adventurous cock anyone would ever meet. He’s resourceful, to put it mildly, and a flat-out whore if we’re being fucking blunt."
"NIKOLAI: Be at the below address in twenty minutes or I’ll send you a video of her riding my cock."
"I push the door open to be greeted by Clara kneeling between Nikolai’s legs, her hands wrapped around his dick."
“Jealous? Over you? Not in this lifetime.”
“In that case, should I call Simon to join us? That’s his name, by the way, Simon. He’s gay and loves threesomes. Or maybe you can sit down and watch as I rail him.”
"I held a coming-out orgy party. Jeremy definitely left that one as early as he possibly could. Kill stayed."
"Last night, not only did I not fuck my way through multiple holes,”
“Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”
“Why, hello, Straight Brandon’s dick. You look pretty gay to me.”
“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he mutters, his throat working beneath my fingers.
“Your nightmare.”
“I hate you.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“About you,”
"The beast in me wants to drag out the hidden beast in him and play."
"he jizzed all over my room."
"then nutted in his ass."
“i love you, lotus flower, and that means i'll be by your side during all of your battles with your demons. i'll kill them for you if you let me.”
“𝙈𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙄 𝙖𝙢. 𝙊𝙛 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙊𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.”
“𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙.”
“𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨.”
My brother stops at the door. "One more thing"
"Yeah?"
"Please tell me you top the motherfucker."
I let my lips curve into a smile as I shake my head. Lan's face falls and he looks like he's on the verge of a heart attack.
"Bloody fucking hell!”
“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he mutters, his throat working beneath my fingers.
“Your nightmare.”
“I hate you.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“About you,” I whisper against his lips and claim them with a guttural moan.
“You cut yourself?” My words are low, but they’re so loud in the silence. “Why?”
“Because I’m fucked up.” His voice sounds like death’s lullaby, anguished and shattered. “Because I look at myself in the mirror and get the urge to shatter it to pieces. Because I’ve been haunted by the bitter taste of nausea and self-loathing for so long, I don’t know how to live without them. I was doing fine, pretending and putting on a façade, so why the fuck did you ruin that? Why did you come into my life and destroy every wall I built and ruin every lie I told myself? Why do you touch me like I’m beautiful? Why don’t you hate me when I can’t stand my-fucking-self?”
“I love him and I want to be with him. Despite his violent exterior, he’s really a teddy bear deep down, you know. A golden retriever through and through. He’s extremely affectionate and respectful and makes sure I’m comfortable and happy.”
“What type of voodoo did he use on my control-freak brother? More importantly, why did it have to be him? You’re allergic to violence and I’m pretty sure he’s illiterate.”
“Lan! I’ll have you know he has a 4.15 GPA. Don’t make fun of his intelligence again or I’ll be really cross with you.”
“Jesus Christ. You’re defending him?”
“Get used to it. I won’t allow you or anyone else to insult him.”
I'm done for. Finished. Absolutely jumping off a cliff, rolling and cracking a few bones and not giving a flying fuck, because I have my prize at the bottom.
Him.
He can’t possibly expect me to stay away. It’s true that I last saw him this morning, but I’ve been going through withdrawals.
My mood is dangerously dependent on him and that’s not even funny anymore, but I’m done trying to figure it out.
I’m just obsessed with this man and everything about him. Some would argue it’s something a lot more dire than obsession.
He consumes me, but he also grounds me. I’ve never felt as mentally strong as when I’m with him. Even the most mundane things we do together—having meals, watching movies, listening to him read the boring morning newspapers—bring a huge smile to my face.
Brandon King is ravaging me alive.
“And, baby?”
He kisses the top of my head and his next words nearly give me a heart attack.
“Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”
“Come here.” I open my arms and I suspect he’ll push me away since he’s allergic to showing affection. However, my brother slides right between my arms and hugs me for the first time since that night eight years ago.
“I love you, little bro,” he whispers. “I need you to know that. I need you to know you’re the first person I loved unconditionally and always will. I might annoy you, might act like a dick to get your attention, but that’s only because the thought of losing you scares the living fuck out of me.”
“Love you, too, Lan.” I exhale against his neck, my chest nearly bursting with emotions.
“Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”
PLS CHECK TWs BEFORE READING THIS BOOK
THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!!!
omg? i’m actually too stunned to speak but i LOVED this book. i wouldn’t consider it a dark romance since it was the sweetest love story i’ve ever read. niko and bran are the sweetest and cutest couple i’ve ever encountered!!! i was giggling and blushing all the time. this book is considered a dark romance but has nothing dark. but let me explain.
bran struggles with depression and self-harm, but i wouldn’t say it’s something dark. on the contrary, i appreciate the fact that the author–once again–gave space to delicate matters. although the reason behind his struggling was dark indeed. when i found out the reason, i cried so hard and you could’ve heard my heart breaking into million pieces.
this was not my first time reading about depression or self-harm. i’ve read painful books and i’d like to point out that imo, rina kent wrote about these matters beautifully, bc i could feel myself close to bran; understand his struggling and his personality–how he coped with his demons. it was so painful sometimes that i wanted to hug the shit out of him.
”Day in and day out, I have to exist. To be out there and fucking stay there. In the middle of people with blurry faces and names and personalities. All day, I tell myself that I belong with them and that I’m not in fact battling with incessant nausea that saturates my lungs with every breath. That’s what I do best. Pretend. Swallow it all down. Smile.
”He’s effortlessly the most attractive specimen to ever walk the earth, beautiful in his confidence, loud in his assertiveness, and absolutely hotheaded in his loyalty.”
”He can’t possibly be worse than Killian. Anyone is better than Killian. It was an exaggeration on Bran’s part to emotionally prepare me. Again, no one can be worse than Killian. Those were the thoughts I had before I went to bed last night, and I woke up today in a proper fantastic mood. Until now. Or, more accurately, since I walked into the kitchen and saw the motherfucking gangster who’s built like a fucking wall, standing beside my son.” […] “Dear fucking God, I know you’re out there somewhere and I beg you, take this arsehole and give my son a normal lover. Just once, I want fucking normal. First I get a psycho son. Okay, fine. Love that. Best challenge of my life and pretty sure I passed it. I didn’t need to have my daughter with a psycho boyfriend. And now, it’s the psycho’s psycho fucking cousin. What the fuck have I done to deserve that? Was I a mass murderer in a past life or something?”
“Oh cool, you remember! Nice to officially meet you, Brandon. Or, hold on! I actually found you a perfect nickname. Lotus flower. You know, because you managed to bloom so beautifully while surrounded by the muddy swamp that is Landon. Isn’t that so fucking poetic?”
“I love you, little bro,” he whispers. “I need you to know that. I need you to know you’re the first person I loved unconditionally and always will. I might annoy you, might act like a dick to get your attention, but that’s only because the thought of losing you scares the living fuck out of me.”
“Love you, too, Lan.” I exhale against his neck, my chest nearly bursting with emotions.
If a few weeks ago someone had told me my lotus flower would be taking me on one date, let alone three, I would’ve called an ambulance. But here we are on our third date. That’s right. Third. Outside. With people around us. And he’s not panicking. I stare down at his hand in mine, our fingers intertwined, and I discreetly pinch my nape. That hurts. This is not a fucking dream.
“I’m going to sleep.”
“Wait for me!” A huge body slams into mine, crashing me into the bed. I groan as I try to push him off me, but it’s impossible.
“By the way, I noticed you had no food in your place, so I ordered you some Italian pastries for breakfast.”
I grin. He loves me. I just know he does. Okay, he doesn’t, but he cares, and that’s a good start.
“Listen to me, you thick fucker. I’ve been tolerating your nonsense for far too long, but enough is enough. You’re not my peer, friend, or anything in between. So crawl back into your hole and stop being in my fucking space or I will crush you.”
“Talk dirty to me, baby.”
He kisses me like he will never let go of me. Like he’ll burn for me as hot as I burn for him. I want this moment to last forever, please and fucking thank you.