At Luxford Academy, the elite boarding school for the ultra-rich, Adriana and Nicholas have been bitter rivals since childhood. Forced to live in the same dorm, their once-friendly pranks have escalated into daily clashes-sharp insults, constant bic...
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Forget what I said about me liking angry sex.
I hate the feeling that comes after it.
My legs are sore and it's hard to walk. This morning when I woke up in Nicks bed I realised that I was alone.
So I decided to get out of bed and go look for him.
Worst mistake ever.
Now I'm sitting on the floor just patiently waiting for the pain to pass.
Most of you would say I'm over reacting but Nick is a fucking monster after he made me cum about three times we went for a few rounds and the bitch brought out handcuffs and a fucking blindfold.
Never have I ever felt such pain in my legs and ass before.
I take a deep breath before screaming.
Nick comes rushing upstairs and into his room.
"Angel!" I hear his concerned and scared voice getting closer to the door.
"Ange- the fuck? Are you okay?" He asks once he sees me very safe and just on the floor "nah not really" I shake my head with a smile.
"Christ you scared the absolute shit out of me" he muttered before helping me up and I stand up hissing slightly.
"I'm sorry" he places a kiss on my forehead "better be asshole now take me downstairs" I glare and demand.
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I push the car door shut behind me, glancing up at the massive building. It's like something out of a movie—the kind of place you'd expect a villain to plot world domination. Glass, steel, too polished, too perfect. And of course, Dom looks entirely in his element, striding toward the entrance like he owns the world. Which, I guess, in this case, he kinda does. At least this building, anyway.
"Seriously, Dom," I say, shaking my head. "You didn't tell me we were headed to your evil lair today. Where's the secret underground bunker?"
He chuckles, not breaking his stride. "Oh, that's on the next tour. Gotta save something for later, Ria."
I roll my eyes, falling into step beside him as we walk toward the entrance. The lobby is ridiculous—high ceilings, marble floors, and everything so shiny I can practically see my reflection everywhere. People milling about all stop to glance at Dom, like he's some kind of celebrity, and it's honestly a little annoying how comfortable he looks in all of this.
"So, what exactly do you do in this gigantic building?" I ask, folding my arms. "I've never gotten the full explanation beyond your vague 'I run things' answer."
He smirks as we step into the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. "You really want the details? I didn't think paperwork, international shipments, and meetings would be your thing."
