I'll kill Niko Volkov.
I'll kill him for bringing me almost to paradise and pushing me down to hell the next second.
I have never felt so much anger in my life.
Not because Niko touched me but because of how much I liked it.
He is literally a devil wrapped in an angel's face.
God of mischief.
Worst combination of Uncle Josh's playfulness and Uncle Alex's possessiveness.
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God, I should have known how vicious that boy is.
He plays with his charm and golden aura and beats anyone with a smirk. Nothing about him is ordinary. Nothing.
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He gets what he wants, he acts how he wants, and he lives as per his own rules and no one else's.
He is what he thinks and not what people want him to be.
Perhaps that's why he is unique and not bound to any standards.
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Unlike me.
I am someone royal standards made me.
I am someone else's creation.
I am not what I want to be.
I am what Mr. Callister taught me to be.
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"Here comes my little princess." Dad stood up when I reached downstairs. He always shows me respect by kissing my hand, standing up when I enter, or letting me hold his hands when I walk.
People, Niko needs to learn from my dad.
Niko's touch was still burning my body now. The memory of his mouth on me couldn't get out of my head.
The way he kissed me, the way he ordered me, and the way he worshipped every part of my body.
I still feel weak in my knees, butterflies flying in my stomach, and Niko's smiling face only making them fly higher and higher.
That devilish Niko Volkov!
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"Let's start the game now that Cami is here." Dahlia got up from the sofa and took the initiative to spin the bottle on the tea table. I love how she is the free spirit of her own world. "Sit down, Cami."
I took the place beside Uncle Christian since it was empty. Niko is sitting right in front of me, but I didn't look at him. Not even when he was staring at my face from the moment I came downstairs.
I am not going to look at him.
"Camilla." Uncle Christian pecked on my hand and greeted me. I greeted him back with a bigger and more genuine smile. "She's way more beautiful to be your daughter, Larsen. It's hard to believe." Uncle Christian triggered my dad.
"And Dahlia is way more certitude-full to be your daughter." Dad triggered Uncle Christian back. Never-ending saga of them. "She doesn't say things she'll eat in the future."
"Don't you have anything else to say about me, Larsen?" Uncle Christian rolled his eyes.
"Oh, I do. But we're with family. I can't use the abusive words." Dad and his taunts to Uncle Christian.
"Ohhh..." Uncle Josh only added oil to the fire. "Good one, Rhys."
"Don't get me started on you, Chen." Uncle Christian turned his gunpoint to Uncle Josh. "I've bought your best friend for the disappearance of one photo."
"What photo?" Aunt Ava looked at Uncle Christian, and the panic gulped Uncle Alex.
"Sunshine, it's nothing..." Uncle Alex gave Uncle Christian a death stare while Uncle Josh looked at him with betrayed eyes.
So much chaos between three of them.
Uncle Alex, Uncle Josh, and Uncle Christian are like one of those love triangles where no one can understand who is the real couple.
"Dad! If you interrupt me one more time, I'll tell Mom about the time when you dug a grave for Mr. Unicorn." Dahlia's biggest power is to shut Uncle Christian. It's almost impossible for anyone else in the world.
"Caterpillar, you really are going to be the death of me." Uncle Christian scrunched his brows and kept his index finger on the lip.
See, it's easy for Dahlia to shut anyone up.
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The first spin stopped on Aunt Jules and Uncle Alex.
"Truth or dare, Mr. Coldheart?" Aunt Jules asked.
"Truth"
"Who do you like to spend time with? Josh or Christian?"
"Dare," Uncle Alex changed the answer.
"Kiss Josh."
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Yes, yes. Uncle Alex didn't do the dare, nor did he answer the question.
After five minutes of argument, Aunt Jules and Uncle Alex settle down on a mutual benefit.
Which was, Uncle Alex will record Uncle Josh's drunk confessions and send them to Aunt Jules.
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The next spin stopped at Uncle Christian and Josh.
"Truth or Dare?" Uncle Christian asked.
"Truth"
"Why are you so jealous of me?"
"Easy, you stole my best friend."
"I stole your best friend? What are you? An eight?"
"You stole my best friend. What are you? A bitch?"
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"OKAY. Next spin!" Fortunately, Aunt Stella shuts them down before the war begins. If she wasn't here, Uncle Josh and Uncle Christian must have been on the floor, fighting like dogs.
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The next spill stopped at me and Dahlia.
Thank God the bottle stopped sooner, or else I'd have gotten Niko.
And right now, I don't want to talk to him.
"Truth." I said it before, Dahlia asked.
"Okay, Cami... So, have you ever kissed?" She asked, and I skipped my beat.
Why did she ask something like that?
My eyes moved on Niko, who already had the vicious grin on his face.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Of course not! Camilla has not kissed anyone ever." Dad answered on behalf of me. "Right, little princess?" The possessiveness in his voice made my mom laugh so hard.
Because after I answer, he is going to cry in the corner, find the name of the guy, and plan a murder.
"Let her answer that, Rhys. It's her turn and not yours!" Mom pecked on Dad's cheek with so much affection and sweetness, but Dad's eyes stayed on me. Hoping that my answer would be a no.
"Yes," I answered. "I have kissed once." All of the people in the room looked at Dad instead of me, knowing he is going to need therapy now.
"What?" Dad stood up from the sofa like a soldier got his command. Mom stood with him to keep him calm. "Name. Now! I'm going to kill that fucking bastard with my bare hands...." Dad was so ready to kill a guy who kissed me, and to take my revenge, I can tell Niko's name.
"Rhys! Calm down. It's just a kiss!" Mom held onto his jaw and touched her forehead to his, making him look at her eyes. "She's seventeen now!"
"She's my little princess, and who the fuck..." Dad is so going to find that boy. I'm sure of it. "I'm going to murder him and make it look like an accident!"
"Rhys. Baby, please..." Mom kissed his cheeks once and twice and thrice to make him go calmer. She knows how much power she holds over him. "Can we take this normally? It is supposed to happen in this age."
"Still..." Dad sighed. A few more kisses on his cheeks and he calmed down. At least for now. "I am going to kill that boy..."
"Cami, you're going to tell me every single detail of it over a hot chocolate." Mom winked at me while Aunt Jules praised me with a thumbs up. "I want to know who that lucky boy is."
"Was he handsome?" Aunt Ava asked with shiny eyes, and I can't tell how shy I feel because the handsome boy she is talking about is her son. "Was he a good kisser?"
"Did he use his tongue?" Aunt Jules was drunk, but it looks like she never fails to add fuel to Dad's fire.
"For God's sake, Jules." Dad uttered with gawking eyes on Aunt Jules, and she laughed. "I am right here!"
"Yeah! Tell me, yes, Cami, how was your kiss?" Dahlia chuckled and looked at me for an answer. "Was it good?"
Now I will show Niko.
Now I will show him the Larsen blood in my veins.
"No." I answered. I answered, and Niko's eyes widened with offense. "It wasn't that good."
He took away my pleasure.
I'll bruise his ego.
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Niko's eyes grew darker, his stare got warmer, and that prideful smile on his face disappeared.
How do you feel now, Niko Volkov? Better?
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"What? It wasn't good?" Dahlia was surprised, showing me sympathy.
"Not at all." I repeated my answer and saw Niko clenching his fists on his Mickey Mouse onesie. So much ego for a boy who snatched the pleasure of a girl.
"What a tragedy to mess up your first kiss." While Dahlia sympathizes, I stare back at Niko and show him how Larsen I can be.
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His angry stare, face showing disappointment, and hands keep clenching on the soft fabric.
Good for him.
So, this charming boy does know how to be disappointed.
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My phone suddenly rang, and my heart skipped a beat. I thought it was Mr. Callister, but when I looked at the call, it's Eugene.
Right.
He was going to call me when he's free.
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He is my one and only friend from London.
We were in the same college and same class. I am not a friendly person, nor was he, but English literature brought us together to be friends.
How so?
Well,
He was bad at English, and I agreed to be his tutor.
So here we are.
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"I'll be back, Dad." I said as I got up from the couch. "Eugene is calling me."
"Okay..." Dad nodded. Well, he was keeping his eyes on Eugene at first too, but when he got to know him, meet him, and talk to him... he avoided his death. "Tell him to be within limits..."
"Dad?" I flicked my eyes at Dad, and he,
"I know. I know." He rolled his eyes, and I gestured the two-finger action taught by Aunt Jules. "He is just your friend."
I picked up Eugene's call and walked towards another room.
"Cami, bring the wine bottle while you're on your way back." Mom told me, and I walked to the wine cellar instead of my room.
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"Hello?" I said.
"Were you sleeping?" he asked.
"No. I was playing a game of truth or dare with my family."
"Did I disturb?"
"Not at all, Eugene. It's nothing." I talked downstairs while walking down the stairs. "By the way, what were you telling me earlier?"
"Yeah. It was that I got selected in the international boxing club." He said. He isn't a hyper person. Even with extreme happiness, his voice always stays calm.
"And?"
"And I'll be returning to New York soon." He said it, and I couldn't be happier. Eugene was planning to shift to South Korea after our London education, but it looks like he had a change in plans.
"We need to meet!" I smiled with warmth. I never had real friends except Lia, Niko, Jeremy, and Sofia. Eugene is the first one who I truly think of as a friend besides them.
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"Meet who?" A voice crashed on my neck from behind, and I flinched.
Niko.
Why is he here?!
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"Niko?" I-
"I am Eugene." Eugene thought I was calling him Niko, and I cleared my head a second later.
"Oh, not you, Eugene, it's not... Can I call you later?" I asked Eugene, who was still on the phone, while Niko walked down the stairs with lazy steps.
"Sure. Let's talk tomorrow instead." He said and hung up the call. I sighed as I kept watching Niko's lazy movements.
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"Who are you planning to meet, Caramel?" Niko asked as his fingers brushed on my hair strand.
"A friend." I answered with squinted eyes.
"Just friends, friend?" Niko's tone was doubtful and perhaps... jealous.
He has no right to be jealous.
"Are you jealous?" I kept my stubborn expressions on my face since I am still mad at him for not giving me... for playing with me and leaving the room before I could...
"Niko Volkov can never be jealous, Caramel, but I can't guarantee my possessiveness." Niko answered, taking steps further and further while I took my steps backward.
We were alone in the dark and cold wine cellar. Our breathings create fogs, yet I feel sweaty. Our onesies almost matched each other since he was a Mickey Mouse and I was a Minnie Mouse.
"Don't be." I said as I wanted to look all strong, but
Niko slammed his lips on me in a moment when I blinked. His lips captured mine, and butterflies flew in my stomach again.
He is such a teaser...
"It wasn't that good?" Niko repeated the word I said in front of everyone when Lia asked me about my kiss. "Not at all?"
"Yeah. It wasn't." I scrunched my brows and lied. I am not backing out. If I'm angry, I'll be angry. I am not going to please him. He said himself that he doesn't like me begging and pleading.
"Your moans were saying otherwise." His hand sliding up and down on my waist curves, lips touching the corner of my lip. "You were dripping hot on my fingers, Caramel. Your body cannot lie even if you try so."
"I wasn't dripping..." I swallowed. Making my face more stubborn.
"I was knuckle-deep inside you an hour ago, Camilla. Stop lying." Niko was brushing his lips all over my face while talking, and it was only making me go wet for him again. "Agree you liked my mouth on you."
"I don't." I was firm on my point.
Why would I give him the satisfaction of praising if he couldn't give me my satisfaction? Fair enough, right?
Niko touched his lips on mine gently; his hands pulled me closer when I tried to push him away. And right before he kisses me again,
"Don't kiss me." I said. His eyes filled with offense. "Don't kiss me if I'm not yours. Remember?"
"I will kiss you." He grudged. "For now, you're my girlfriend..."
What?
"Girlfriend? When did that happen?" I questioned back with a heated stare. Thanks, Dad, for giving me some of your genes.
"You're a Minnie Mouse. Which makes you my girlfriend." He pointed at my onesie, and I couldn't stop appreciating how fast he uses his head.
"That's nonsense!" I scrunched my brows. Pushing him away again when he slammed his lips on me.
"I want to kiss you." His tongue stopped at my lower lip, asking for my permission. His hands were trying to be gentle when all he wanted to do was dig his fingers hard into my skin and have his way with me.
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He was breathing heavier, waiting for me to give permission...
He was looking at my lips like the kid looks at chocolates.
He was holding himself back, but
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I permitted it.
I permitted him to enter his tongue inside my mouth, and our tongues swirled, mixing our saliva together. Sweet tastes and hot feelings.
We kiss so well. Like we've nothing else to hold onto but our lips.
Our tongues feel like they were lovers in a past life because as much as they fight together, they don't want to be separated.
As friendly as we were years back, this was nothing compared to what I felt ever.
This is not just a friendship.
Not anymore.
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I broke the kiss and ran my lips on his neck.
Licking and sucking the soft skin of him as I couldn't control myself.
I sucked hard on his Adam's apple, but it only made him go crazy because he groaned once with pleasure.
I don't know what, but something so bold and brave entered my body.
Something like the feeling of power.
Something like the feeling of worth.
Taking the power in my hands, I brushed my hips on his hardened part.
Oh. He is big.
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Another groan left his mouth when I again grind my hips onto him, feeling him grow bigger and harder. His hands tightened on my waist to grind me more onto him.
I slammed my lips onto him again, licking and swallowing.
I increased my pace of grinding, and his head fell back.
His fingers dug into my waist so hard that it might have left marks.
"Caramel, fuck... this is... you feel so good..." Niko slammed himself on the wall behind while I kept grinding my crotch against his hardening.
His head fell back, eyes closed and mouth parted a little.
He looks, he looks... sexy.
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"You want me?" I whispered against his lips as I increased my pace of grinding, and another husky groan left his mouth.
"Yes. I want you..." The huskiest and breathiest voice left his mouth, and he held my hips tight on his hardened part. He is close...
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Good.
Take what you gave me.
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And just before he finishes,
I pulled back.
I pulled my crotch back from his hardening and stopped the grinding.
"Camilla!" Niko groaned with frustration. He groaned with frustration and tried to pull me back to the place I was before. "Get back here!"
"Everyone must be waiting for us." I chuckled, and I couldn't recognize myself.
Am I the same Camilla who used to cry in the room just because she couldn't say 'No' to anyone?
Look at me.
I just denied Niko his pleasure.
"Camilla!" Niko frustrated even more but,
"Your orgasm can wait." I used his words on him. "Your orgasm can wait till you behave with your narcissism."
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Who's frustrated now?
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