Pretty Little Toy: A Dark Age-Gap Mafia romance (Rosehill Academy Book 2) by Ivy Thorn

Author:Ivy Thorn [Thorn, Ivy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PNK Publishing
Published: 2022-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

18

WHITNEY

I can’t get my mind off of the sex Ilya and I had. Certainly not by the next day, when we’ve hardly slept a wink. And even at Danza that night, as I dance with my friends, I can feel the ghost of his body pressed against mine, his cock filling my aching, well-used holes. And by the time school starts on Monday, I’m still throbbing with his absence. This is a kind of sore I enjoy. Thoroughly.

I know that our night at the ballet on Friday was meant as an apology. He handled me far more carefully, watched me more closely to ensure I enjoyed every minute of our night. Even when I got nervous about him taking a picture of me playing myself, he somehow made it okay. It makes my skin tingle every time I think of the image he took–only of my face–in that moment. It’s intensely erotic, and yet, not a single picture leaves me feeling vulnerable and overly exposed.

I still don’t know what to think about him taking his anger out on me the weekend before, but I can tell he really tried to apologize for it this weekend. Even if he didn’t say it in so many words. On top of the ballet I was excited about, which he’d clearly cared to remember, even the way Ilya touched me had shown consideration. Torturously good consideration.

Goosebumps ripple across my flesh as I finish gulping down some water during my break in Professor Moriari’s class. I need to stop thinking of Ilya and focus on the routine my new partner, Trent, and I are learning. But I needed a minute away from the well-built dancer and his ridiculous blond man bun. He’s absolutely driving me up the wall. I’ve never fully understood the expression “dumb as a doornail” until I started working with Trent last week. He’s strong, at least, and a decent dancer, so I’m not too worried about succeeding at performing our choreographed piece for the autumn showcase. But sometimes the things he says are painfully stupid.

As I put off joining him at our square of mat to practice the start of our routine once more, I glance over at my new friend Anya and her partner. She got Fin, lucky duck. And wow do they look like they’re shaping up quickly. It’s no surprise, considering Fin is such a stable base and a talented dancer. But Anya looks ready for the stage already, and they haven’t even finished learning their lifts. Fin says something that makes Anya laugh, and I’m happy to see they’re getting along. After this weekend at Danza, I’m fully confident I like this girl from Uptown. She’s smart and kind but almost painfully shy it seems. I think Fin’s good-natured humor might break her out of her shell more.

I sigh as I screw the cap back onto my water and slide it into my cubby, resigned to rejoining my own less-than-entertaining partner. I wonder if I brought a literal carrot and stick to practice if we might make better headway on our routine.

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