Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Niko is tattooed, troubled, and hot as fire in videos, but in person his ego is everything I despise.
We clash into violent sparks when I confront him about his private account.
That’s how I strike a dangerous deal with
You’ll be my fake boyfriend for the holidays, and I’ll keep your wicked little secret.
The problem? Niko is unhinged, demanding, white-hot chaos… and I’ve never done anything with another man.
Now I’m letting him touch me.
Film me.
He’s pure liquid fire, and I’m drawn deeper into his flame.
The worst part? Someone from his past keeps trying to hurt me for it.
Attacking me. Trying to destroy us both.
The more Niko is forced to protect me, the more I feel like I actually do belong to him.
Fake becomes far too real, and both of us are bound to pay the price for this twisted game
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“You cannot love a person fully without knowing the darkness etched into their soul. I want to know his so well it becomes my darkness too.”
― Sav R. Miller
Part One
Smoke and Mirrors
1
Niko
Niko, naked on camera last Thursday, 11:56pm
Username: Dragonfly
“Any requests?” I ask into the webcam, knowing there will be many.
497 people are watching as I slowly stroke myself. I’ve been edging for an hour already. I can feel their eyes glued to their screens.
It’s like I have them under a spell.
And this is the one place in my life where I have power like this.
Hercules2210: You’re taking requests now?
I adjust the iridescent mask covering my face, moving it up enough so he can see me blow him a kiss.
“Anything for my followers. What do you want from me?”
I shouldn’t be here.
I know it so clearly, like a hot, blood-dark bruise that aches at the slightest touch. The type of bruise I inflicted on myself, with a blow so hard it could kill.
Thanks, past me.
Fuck you, too.
A new school can be a clean slate, a fresh start, or a way to shed your old skin and start over, defining yourself as something you always wanted to be.
Crimson College isn’t going to be anything fucking like that.
I’m here in the entryway of Onyx House, surrounded by the thrum of music, chaos, and exceeding amounts of wealth.
It even smells expensive, like some aura of liquor, faint incense, and old wood, all purchased by college guys who have a taste for the finer things and access to parents’ credit cards. The music in the main room is so loud I can feel the bassline reverberate in my bones, and I watch people dance, drink, and grind.
Typical frat house, with a better setting.
Sorry.
Society house.
Because Onyx, and all of these so-called elite private school college guys have to be special. Calling themselves a normal fraternity isn’t enough.
I run my fingers through my hair, pulling out my phone to text Sev.
Niko: Remind me again why I said yes to this?
Sevan: Do the words “free ride” mean nothing to you?
I’m here, despite everything.
And your dear, dear brothers got you in, despite your awful grades.
Don’t make me puke.
You *are* one of us, even if you hate it.
I’m not telling him the whole story.
Sevan is my cousin and the best friend I’ve got, but he doesn’t know everything about me.
Like the fact that I secretly post videos of my cock online. Or that my ex has started stalking me after going increasingly batshit insane.
Because Callum is a nightmare human. The reason I had to flee. And a problem I need to deal with at some point.
And Sevan also doesn’t know that I’m not just here at Crimson College because I got a free ride… because the real reason I agreed to show up here is a lot more dangerous.
I have plenty of money. What I don’t have is a home, anymore. Not a safe one, at least.
There are lots of things I have to talk to my cousin about now that I’m here. But it’s going to have to wait. Tonight there are other people I’m required to see.
I’m about to meet my two long-lost brothers for the first time in our lives.
Fucking.
Kill.
Me.
I stay in the entryway a while longer. Can’t stomach the thought of walking in yet. I glance around, knowing that somewhere in this house, my two half-brothers are waiting.
But they can wait a little bit longer.
I watch like I’m studying wild animals in a closed habitat. This place looks like an old-school mansion, with its beautiful carved oak banisters, fireplaces, chandeliers, and probably over a hundred years of history… and yet there are undoubtedly filthy things happening in every inch of it.
I can admit that there’s something depraved about it that gives me a thrill.
A beautiful old house being desecrated by a party like this is wickedly satisfying, after all, even if I’d rather not be here.
The dim party lights strobe from purple to red and back again.
Purple, then red.
Back and forth, those same colors of an excruciating bruise.
Doesn’t matter how we grew up. I’m not one of them. You aren’t, either.
I’ve never hated it like you do. Try to have a little fun with your brothers. Even though Weston is a complete good-boy poster child.
Go fuck yourself. Love you.
Before I head inside I raise my phone up, turn on the camera, and snap a picture of myself leaning on the wall in the entryway, one hand pushing back my hair. My ex told me the only things I was good at were sex and posing for pictures. At least I can guarantee one of those things tonight.
Maybe both.
If some frat boy wants to lavish attention on my dick.
In the photo I’m backlit from the side with purple light, wearing my crisp white hoodie as my fingers dig into my dark hair. My newest tattoo stands out in the purple glow. A six of hearts card on the back of my hand in fresh red and black ink.