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I’m going to live as someone else. 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.”
I’m Winter Cavanaugh and I’m living on behalf of myself and my baby girl.
“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?
“The big deal is that no one looks at you the way I do. No one gets a glimpse at what’s mine.”
“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.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, rolling his hips until his cock is all the way inside me. “You’re fucking 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.
