Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“And because all I ever wish is to please you,” Yuki says gallantly, “I solemnly promise not to be nice to you ever again.”
And that’s when I see the wicked glint in his eyes.
“Starting now.”
He gives me the keys to his apartment. “Please go ahead of me, senpai. I want my place clean by the time arrive, and – hang on, I almost forgot.” He slings his tote bag around my shoulder, and I almost lose my balance at the sudden weight of it. What the heck – does he have bricks for books in it?
“Take that home for me, will you?” Yuki flashes me an angelic smile. “See you later then?” He starts moving back...and raindrops start to fall on my shoulder.
Oh!
“YUKI!” His name comes out a monstrosity: one-third growl, one-third gasp, one-third laugh.
He hauls me back under the cover of his umbrella, his broad shoulders rocking with mirth. “Warui warui.” My bad. “I couldn’t help it.” His eyes gleam down at me as his hand curves around the back of my neck. “And I can’t help this either.” He bites my lip, and when a little moan escapes me, he whispers, “Whenever I hear you laugh, whenever I see you smile—-” He sucks my lip, and I find myself clutching the sides of his jacket. “It’s the biggest turn on, senpai.”
Aaaaaaah.
His kiss makes my toes curl hard, but it’s his words that make my soul swoon. I’m no match for it, and my arms wrap around his neck as the world dissolves. Our tongues slide against each other, hot and wet, and I feel my breasts start to swell and ache with every stroke.
I can feel people staring at us, but I can’t seem to make myself care. It’s just him, me, and our kiss, and it’s taking me to places that I thought I could never see again.
In those places, I’m able to say I love you—-
And he’s able to say it back.
When Yuki finally lifts his head, we’re quiet, but his blue eyes are bright while my lungs are striving to remember how to work.
“If I had kissed you any longer,” he murmurs, “I might not be able to stop.”
I bite my lip, mumbling, “What if I don’t want you—-” The rest of my words become incoherent as Yuki pinches my cheeks, baby blues blazing.
“Stop trying to seduce me,” Yuki says in a low growl.
I can only nod, wide-eyed. I was seducing him?
“And stop looking at me like that,” he mutters as he releases my cheeks. “You know how much it turns me on when you look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I can’t help asking.
“Like you want me to bully and punish you.”
My mouth opens and closes. Oh. I have absolutely no idea how to answer that.
“You’re still looking at me that way.”
“I don’t even know—-” I don’t finish speaking, with Yuki’s mouth once again crushing mine under his.
By the time the kiss ends, I’m lightheaded and my lips feel swollen while Yuki is slightly out of breath as his eyes glitter down at me with raw need.
“Dammit.” His word is harsh, but his touch is painfully tender as he combs loose strands away from my face. He’s always loved playing with my hair, and I hadn’t even realized I had taken it for granted until he was gone, and I found myself literally crying over the loss of it. It’s funny how life’s lessons works. You hear about them, read about them, but they fail to sink in until they hurt you.
Shaking his head, he takes his tote bag from me and grabs my hand, muttering, “You need to stop seducing me, senpai.”
“I swear I’m not,” I say with a helpless laugh as we start walking. I notice the 7-11 in the corner, and remembering that I have something to buy, I point to the convenience store, asking impulsively, “Can you give me a minute?”
“What do you need?” Yuki asks. “I’ll get it for you.”
I quickly shake my head. “I got this. And I’ll be really quick, I promise.” Hoping that Yuki doesn’t follow me, I hurry away and zoom straight to the magazine stands as soon as I get inside. It only takes me a moment to find what I’m looking for, and grabbing two copies, I whirl around—-
Ouch.
It feels like I’ve bumped into a wall, and when I look up, I almost wish it were so. Instead, I get a glaring Yuki, and I quickly flip the magazines the other way around, hoping he hasn’t caught a look of his face on the cover.
But it’s too late.
“What the hell, senpai?”
“It’s part of my collection,” I answer defensively.
“It’s a waste of your money, for God’s sake.”
“My money, my rules.” And with the magazines protectively clutched to my chest, I dash to the counter and tap my PASMO on the card reader to complete my purchase.