Nikolai

Alyssa stares at me wide-eyed like I've lost my mind, her chest heaving slightly with each breath. Maybe I feel just a little too good right now, but I haven't stopped thinking about her since King told me he fucked her.

That's why I couldn't sleep. The image of her beneath him, moaning and writhing in pleasure, keeps replaying in my mind over and over. I want to see it for myself so fucking badly.

I know King isn't keen on sharing, but I don't exactly plan on ...