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You know when something or someone is so beautiful it actually aches inside to look at them? That’s this stranger.
They’re like the harshness of the clouds above and the merciless gust of the wind from every direction. I can pretend they don’t exist, but they still make me lose the feeling of my limbs. They give me blisters and pain.
The lack of his touch is like losing warmth in the middle of an icy storm. But I’d rather freeze than be burnt to death by him.
I won’t be Winter Cavanaugh anymore. My thoughts are reinforced when the Russian says, “From now on, you’re Lia Volkov. Wife of Adrian Volkov.”
“Jesus Christ. Loosen up a little.” “I’ll loosen up in death.” “I doubt it.”
The manager smiles with utter pride, as if she’s made a swan out of an ugly duckling. But that’s not the case. She was always a swan, only hidden.
Is there anything crueler than erasing one’s identity? Than wiping away the essence of their being as if it never existed?
I’m Winter Cavanaugh and I’m living on behalf of myself and my baby girl.
A man like Adrian should really come with a hazard warning, and not just because of his tenacious self-assurance, but because of all of him.
Adrian Volkov might have thought he hit the jackpot by finding his dead wife’s lookalike, but what he doesn’t know is that he fell upon a shell.
“You don’t seem to grasp the situation, so let me explain it to you for the last time, Lia. You’re my wife, my property, my thing. That means you walk the line I trace and make the decisions I allow. If I say you leave your will at the door, you do. If I say you will walk blindly into a well, you will. In my house, my word is law and my decisions are final. If you feel the need to defy me, by all means, do. I’ll enjoy every second of whipping you into submission.”
I know he thinks he’s looking at his wife, and not me, but how lucky can a woman be to have a man look at her that way? Like he’ll destroy the world as long as she stays safe?
After losing my mother and daughter, I thought I was done with this life. I was done wanting things. Adrian has proved me wrong.
“The big deal is that no one looks at you the way I do. No one gets a glimpse at what’s mine.”
Adrian’s never kissed me before, and yet, it feels like we’ve been kissing since we met. Like kissing has been the highlight of both of our existences.
“Do you need Mommy too, Papa?” Adrian pauses before he says calmly, assertively, “I do.”
“I wish I’d never met you.” My lips brush against her forehead. “I’ll meet you over and over again if I have to.”
His white tuxedo shirt has smudges of blood on it. There’s some on his forehead, too. I don’t like it. I don’t want it on him and I hate that I’m the reason it’s there.
I’ve become addicted to him instead of alcohol. His brutal punishments and my overwhelming orgasms have become my new fix, but he took it away and that hurt more than not drinking. At least with the lack of alcohol, it was a headache. With him, my whole body has been going through withdrawal.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, rolling his hips until his cock is all the way inside me. “You’re fucking home.”
Since he started kissing me, I haven’t longed for air. He’s my oxygen now. The reason I’m fighting tooth and nail to hold on to life.
His lips meet my ear as he whispers, “Thank you for welcoming me home.”
This woman is intoxicating. She crept under my skin and injected her black magic into my bones. Now, she’s the reason I breathe. I feel like if I stop touching her, if I let her go, she’ll disappear again. I’ll never have her again.
I love making her happy. I love how she melts in my arms and I intend to show her how much I love it all night long.
