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I’m not a killer. But tonight, I’ll kneel at an altar and lie to a man I once loved. And when he kisses me, I’ll taste vengeance on my tongue.
“They’ll kill you the second they suspect,” Vlad growls, crushing my hand in his calloused grip. “Pavel’s not some reckless boy in love anymore—he’s the Pakhan now. He commands an army of killers. You think he’ll hesitate to slit your throat the moment he senses betrayal?”
“You’re breathtaking, Malyshka,” he murmurs. “I’ve imagined you in white for six years..”
The years have only made her more dangerous. More beautiful. More woman. She was always stunning, but now? Now she’s devastating. Curves that were once soft with youth have ripened into something feral and feminine—full hips, a narrow waist, thighs that could crush a man’s resolve. She isn’t some waifish doll men parade around like trophies. She’s real. Solid. Built like sin and meant to be worshipped. My ideal.
I’ve seen enough. She’s still mine. She always was.
It’s meant to be light, just a brief brush of lips, but the second we connect, that all changes. Her mouth parts slightly, just enough for me to deepen the kiss. She doesn’t pull away. My grip tightens on her waist, and fuck, she’s so soft and warm. Every inch of her fits against me, like we were made for each other, like she was made for me. And for just a moment, I allow myself to believe she was.
“My loyalty lies with those who are loyal to me.”
“If what you know is as valuable as I’ve heard it is,” I begin, eyes locking onto hers, “I’ll protect you from the devil himself. Now, let’s begin.”
He pulls me into a tight hug. It’s warm and solid, and right now, it’s exactly what I need.
My heart still stumbles at the word Papa. She’s called me Papa for months now, but hearing it in this moment, as she steps into the room to meet her baby brother, feels like something sacred.
