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“Threatening other people’s lives and dreams. You’re like a true villain.”
His lips twitch in rare amusement. “You thought I was a fake villain?”
“If I did, you’ve completely prov...
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“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to move, Lia, and when you do, you’ll only feel me inside you.”
“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.”
“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.”
“Too late.” He stares at me with those unnerving eyes. “I already claimed you as mine and there’s no going back.”
“Villains don’t need reasons.”
“Hmm. How to explain this. The Bratva is also called the Vory, which is to say we’re thieves.”
“So it’s a brotherhood of thieves?”
Lia isn’t the other woman. She’s the woman. And I’m not my fucking father.
In other words, I’ll never be able to be a ballerina again.
“Scars mean you are alive and strong enough to survive.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll worship each of your scars until you’re able to face them, Lenochka.”
“You are my wife, Mrs. Volkov, and I will whip and fuck that fact into your body until you act like it.”
She was glowing through the months of her pregnancy, counting days and crossing them off her calendar until the day she’d meet her son. I tried ignoring that she never called him our son or our baby, or that she never once referred to him as ours. As if, in a way, she was tolerating me and this marriage only for the child. And while I attempted to let that slide, I don’t like it. I don’t like that she’s been slowly erasing me since the wedding.
Oh cry me a fucking river, dude. You literally got her knocked up on purpose.
A sob tears from my throat, because I know, I just know that I lost a part of Adrian tonight. The part I fell in love with.
“Understand this, Lia. I might not hurt you, might not fucking kill you, even though you deserve it, but I’ll find that bastard, and when I do, I’ll fuck you in front of him before I slice his fucking throat. Then I’ll fuck you again in the pool of his blood.” I release her neck and she sucks in deep breaths, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Protect him while you can.”
