Tempted by Deception (Deception Trilogy, #2)

by Rina Kent

“You never what?” “Never…felt like this…”

“And you never will at the hands of anyone else. From now on, you’ll forget about

any bastard who touched you in the past.”

“No. Look at us.” “Don’t make me,” she begs between moans. “You called me a disaster, but this is the true disaster, Lia. You and me.”

“You asked when I’d be done. The answer is never. I’ll never be done with you, Lenochka.”

“I already claimed you as mine and there’s no going back.”

“What does that mean?” “What does what mean?” “Lenochka?” “Bright light.” My lips part, not believing he just called me that. Surely, it must be a play of my imagination. “You think I’m a bright light?” “That’s what I said.” “But you think I’m lonely.” “That doesn’t make you gloomy. A rose

“He’s blinded by you.” My lips part. “Blinded by me? You must be kidding.” “I’m not. For the first time in his life, the meticulous Adrian Volkov is letting a woman close. If that’s not a weakness, I don’t know what is.”

She sits upright, and when her gaze meet mine, panic and something else whirls in the depths of the mesmerizing blue. I hate that look. I want to erase it so that it’s not her first reaction to me.

While I didn’t give a fuck about her labels at the beginning, I now want her to let

her guard down when around me, without me having to touch her sexually.

“Say, it’s only you, Adrian.” “It’s…only…you…Adrian…” “I’m the only one who gets to touch you, aren’t I, Lenochka?”

“These tears are only mine, aren’t they, Lenochka?” “Yes…” “And they always will be.” “Yes…”

“These tears and moans are fucking mine, Lenochka.”

Adrian has a fiancée. All blonde and beautiful and Russian. I was only a game to him all this time.

It takes all of my self-restraint not to watch as Yan drags a half-dazed Lia out of the venue. If I do, if I look at her, I’ll be tempted to go after her, and that’s the most foolish thing I could do under the circumstances.

Lia isn’t the other woman. She’s the woman. And I’m not my fucking father.

“I’ll help you.” “Why would you?”

“Because I want to.” “I will not be your mistress, Adrian. Never.” “You won’t be.”

“Scars mean you are alive and strong enough to survive.”

“I’ll worship each of your scars until you’re able to face them, Lenochka.”

“I told you. Because I want to.” “What if you stop wanting to?” “That won’t happen. You have my word.”

The thought of losing her brings an ache I thought I’d never feel again after Aunt Annika’s death.

“Are you even hearing yourself? How could you do this to me?” “I didn’t.” “You were planning to.” “For the third time, I didn’t have to.” “But you wanted to. Why the hell would you even want to impregnate me?” “Because it’s the only way to keep you close.”

“You’re mine now, Mrs. Volkov.”

My gaze flits to Lia, who’s sitting beside me in the car. She stopped pleading and trying to escape her fate, the desperation replaced by quietness. Maybe tying the knot has made her realize that there’s no way out for her. Though I doubt she’ll accept it that so easily. She’s never really gotten used to having me in her life, and now, I’ve taken it a step further. But as I said, she’ll have all the time in the world to process it. After she’s safe from everyone—aside from me.

I wanted to shield her from the world and everyone in it, and I knew that the only way to do that would be to bring her under my protection—officially.

but as long as she’s in my sights at all times, I’ll be able to take care of her. Because there’s no way in fuck anyone is taking her away from me.

I may not be able to fully grasp the extent of my obsession with her, but the need to protect her and own every inch of ...

The dress is a perfect fit, hugging her soft curves and enhancing her elegance. This look is probably my favorite of hers, not only because of the wedding dress, but also because of what it signifies.

She’s my bride. My wife. Fucking mine

“You’re part of me, Lia.

“Is this truly yours?” “Why would I even give her the time of day if it wasn’t?” Lia flinches as if I’ve slapped her across the face. I struggle to keep my cool. I don’t want her to think she’s nothing to me, but if she believes it, so will they.

And I fucking need to get her off their radar. It won’t be easy, considering the position I hold in the brotherhood, but if they think she’s only here because of the child, they won’t have any expectations of her and I can keep her safe from this life. Even if it’s only partially.

“So now you think of yourself as my savior?” “I never claimed to be. What I am, however, is your husband and you are mine.” “I’ll never be yours. Not willingly.”

“You are my wife, Mrs. Volkov, and I will whip and fuck that fact into your body until you act like it.”

“Deny it all you like, but your body belongs to me.” He cups me harshly. “This cunt belongs to me.” He slaps my burning skin and I whimper. “This ass also belongs to me. But if there’s still any doubt in your mind, by all means, say it, and I’ll punish it out of you.”

“Do you fucking belong to me?” “No…never…” “Lia…don’t make me break you.”

“You’ll break me more if I say those words,”

“Not until you say you’re mine.” His voice is harsh, non-negotiable. “I can’t…” I sob. “Yes, you can.” “No! You’ve taken so much from me already. I will not hand you my last pieces. So if you want to whip me to death, do it. I will not say those words, even with my last breath.”

“I’m going to fuck you as my wife and you’re going to scream for me.”

“Moan for me. Let me hear that throaty sound that’s made only for me.” That’s when it clicks.

Adrian has always loved it when I release sounds during sex. It seems to get him harder and his pace builds up to a maddening level, like right now. The slap of flesh against flesh and my own arousal echoes in the air as he holds my eyes and everything in me hostage. But even as he confiscates my body, as he steals it from me, there’s just one thing I can steal from him in return.

Adrian’s monstrously beautiful face contorts and I hold his gaze as I mute the sounds he loves to hear so much. He took away my freedom. I’m taking away his pleasure.

“We’ll have a redo, and this time, you’ll fucking scream, Lia.” “Never,” I mutter. “Then we’ll go at this all night until you do. You’ll bow to me, wife.” Not in this life, husband.

I don’t regret the child. This baby is the one thing that’s making me hold on to life, surviving day to day, knowing that I’m not living for myself alone anymore.

But it’s impossible to erase Adrian, no matter how much I try. Not only because he forced me to

marry him, but also because of everything he does.

I hate that he makes me come before he fucks me, how my pleasure is always prioritized before his, and how he’s never made me pleasure him. I hate how he cleans me after he’s done and then throws a nightgown over my head so I won’t get cold. But most of all, I hate the way he holds me to him, even when I turn away from him, as if having me sleep in his arms is his favorite position.

As promised, he fucked me over and over again that night. It was the longest we’ve ever gone, and even though I lost count of how many times I orgasmed, I never let him hear my voice until I collapsed. It’s been the same every night—or day, really—since he seeks me out at all hours. Adrian tries to make me moan or scream, but I either bite my lip or the pillow or my hand if I have to. He lost the right to hear my voice that night.