In which I fall in love with my sister's brother.
"I should hate you." He whispers against my lips.
"You do." I say and he nods his head
"Then why does it feel like I'd burn the world for you if you asked."
Karina Poleman never planned to marry Nich...
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As I opened my eyes the next day, memories of the previous night came flooding in. Immediately I shot up and sat up straight. As the realization hit me I could only think of one thing,
Fuck! Fuck ! Fuckity! Fuck!
With the sheets covering me, my eyes roamed the room, scanning for any evidence of Nicholas ever being here at all. I don't know why I did that because my nudity and irritation around my wrists are evidence enough.
He was not there in the bed with me when I woke up, quite frankly I'm even suprised he did not leave Immediately. Yes I woke up in the middle of the night and he was in bed with me, holding me.
I tried getting out of his hold so I could save him the regret when he woke up but he only held on to me tightly and said with his deep sleepy voice don't leave me.
I have no idea why Nicholas would tell me not to leave him, and he would not. So I reached the conclusion that he was sleep talking and was definitely not dreaming about me. I did however, go back to lying in his arms and went back to sleep to wake up now, alone.
My wrists were still red from being restrained last night. Honestly I did not even realise I had struggled against them that much.
The more I thought about what I had done, the angrier I got at myself. I had no business sleeping with my sister's brother, let alone fucking enjoying it.
But the damage was done now, and regretting it was literally the only thing there was to be done about it. I sighed and laid back on my bed with my eyes closed.
Well, I guess it was a good thing then that I probably would not be seeing him ever again seeing that he liked playing ghost but that was probably for the best.
My phone rang from the night table. I reached for and a discomfort I could not explain settled in me as I saw the caller ID. I did not have the energy to talk to Bianca. Not after what I had just done. I put the phone back down and let it ring.
As I stepped out of bed, I saw my dress on the floor. Yeah, I would not be wearing that ever again. I walked over it with a scoff and went to clean up.
With the warm water running down my body I found myself thinking about last night. I thought about the way his lips felt pressed against my neck, and even found myself running my hand on my neck. My eyes fluttered shut as I recalled how good it felt when he captured my nipple with his mouth.
My breath hitched when I recalled how good his fingers felt pumping in and out of me, how good his tongue felt on me. I found myself longing for it again, wanting it again.
I snapped back when I realised I was getting turned on by just thinking of him. No! This is was bad. I stopped the shower and stepped out wrapping myself with a towel.
I stood before a mirror and used my palm to wipe the condensation on it and took in my reflection. The first things my eyes saw were red deep marks all around my neck.
