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“Still ignoring me?” I murmured near his ear.

He stiffened but didn’t turn. “I answered the text you sent this morning.”

He had—with an emoji

“Not the one I sent after that.”

He exhaled through his nose. “I’m not your entertainment.”

“You’re exactly my entertainment.” I let my fingers trail along the edge of his locker door, not touching him.

Before he could snap back, Marco reappeared. I stepped away smoothly, giving Rei space again.

I just watched from the steps as he left with Marco. He looked tired.

Worn down by the constant pressure of my attention.

Perfect.

I wanted him to break.

And when he did, I would be right there to catch every piece.

Chapter 8

Rei Kurosaki

The dream had wrecked me.

I woke up at 3:17 a.m. with my cock throbbing.

In the dream I was back in the forest.

But this time the gun wasn’t cold steel. This time it was Dimitri’s cock on my tongue, forcing past my lips while he laughed.

“Open wider, little fairy. Take your owner’s cock the way you took my gun. Choke on it. Come untouched for me again.”

I had.

In the dream I had gagged and cried and spilled all over the dirt without a single touch to my dick, just like before.

Only this time it was real flesh stretching my throat, his hand pinning my head, his voice praising me while I shook apart.

I woke up mid-orgasm, hips jerking, cum pulsing into the fabric, heart slamming so hard I thought it would break my ribs.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

For years I had been nothing. I had moved through life on autopilot. Then Dimitri Morozov put a loaded gun down my throat and I ignited.

I felt everything, and it was too much. Rage, fear, disgust, and underneath it all this sick, electric pull toward the man who had broken me open in the dirt. I hated it.

I hated him.

I spent the next day in a fog. I answered his texts with single words or that stupid flower emoji just to keep him from escalating. I avoided the east entrance.

I sat with Marco at lunch and pretended I wasn’t scanning the room for his eyes.

Kento texted me twice. I ignored him. What was I supposed to say? Your little brother let a Russian heir choke him with a gun and now I’m dreaming about his cock?