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“You’re not a pawn, milaya,” he growled, voice hot against my ear. “You’re mine. My possession. My obsession. My everything.”
But I’ve never touched her. Not tonight. Not ever. Only you.”
“If I wanted your body, Penelope, I could have taken it the moment
you collapsed in my arms. But I don’t want a corpse that hates me. I want you—breathing, burning, breaking for me. And I’ll wait as long as it takes, because I don’t need to force what already belongs to me.”
“You’ll be mine, milaya. And I’ll be yours—in this life and the next. You’re bound to me forever. I don’t give a damn what you think you feel.”
“Don’t you fucking give up, Penelope. You’re mine—to live and die for.”
His words were both command and plea, laced with something raw—obsession, not love—a twisted need to keep me alive.
“You became mine when I was nineteen and you were fifteen. Do you understand? Mine. The moment I laid eyes on you, you stopped belonging to yourself.”
“I don’t give a damn what you’ve heard about your body,” he growled against my lips, each word hot and desperate. “Every curve is mine to worship—mine to claim.” Another searing kiss, fierce and consuming, and I melted against him, my lips betraying me, my resolve splintering under the weight of his hunger. He dragged his mouth away, his voice dropping to a guttural snarl. “Every inch of you is mine to ruin.” His eyes burned into mine, daring me to deny what my body confessed. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known—because you’re mine.”
He was obsessed with me—hated me, wanted to kill me, yet needed me alive all the same.
“You can dance with your husband, ma’am. Invite him here, and I’m sure he’ll agree.”
“I’ll never be your slim, graceful, desired Seraphina, will I? Everyone calls me a whale—I’m learning to live with it. But at least give me the truth. You’re fucking her, aren’t you? It would make sense—you can’t have your way with me, so you take her instead.”
“You think I’d touch another woman when I have this?” His voice dropped to a growl, vibrating through me. “You have a body worth worshiping, Penelope.”
“Being plus-sized isn’t a flaw, Penelope. You were plus-sized at fifteen, and I wanted you then.
Every
curve, every mark—I wanted them all. What makes you think your stretch marks, your body, mean anything less to me? If anyone—anyone—makes you doubt yourself a...
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“Then I’ll bleed before I let it happen again.” His tone was savage. “Twice I cut you where you were weakest, and it won’t happen a third time. I can hate you. I can make you suffer. But I won’t cheat, and I won’t break you with lies about your body. Those two lines, I don’t cross. Everything else—every punishment, every war between us—is endless.”
“You said I’ve been in your head since you were nineteen,” I whispered, probing. “Does that mean you haven’t... slept with anyone since then?”
“No woman’s touched me since then—no woman’s turned me on except you, Penelope. You don’t understand the hold you have. I hate that I hate you. I hate that I forced you into this marriage,
dragged you into my hell just to break you. I hate that r...
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“But believe this—I crave every curve, every roll, every ...
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No Seraphina. No mistress. Just me. Always me. His obsession was real—but the method? Monstrous.
“And the last one... the day he gave me that dragon tale. We were on my porch, lemonade in hand, and he leaned in close, his voice soft like a secret. ‘One day,’ he whispered, ‘I’ll slay every dragon for you, Penelope. Because you’re my treasure.’ He kissed my cheek, lingering just a second too long, and I felt it—felt like the world was ours. Then he was gone.
“So much has happened, things you’ll never be told—changes, betrayals, deals gone right and wrong. But one thing is certain... he will never let you go. Not because you wronged him, but because you are the only thing that ever mattered. That’s why he built Seraphina. That’s why he’ll keep finding new ways to make you bleed. Because Dmitri Volkov would rather destroy his treasure than let it out of his grasp.”
“That’s us, Penelope. Two stars, burning brighter than the rest. One day, I’ll pull them down for you, keep them close so you’ll never feel alone.”
“I inked you onto my skin to keep you close to my heart,” he said, his voice low and raw. His jaw tightened. “Even when I hated you, I couldn’t erase you.”
“You can hate me, curse me, even pray for my death—but you’ll never erase me. I live here.” He pressed his palm flat against my chest, right over my pounding heart. “I live in the blood that rushes through you every time you think of escape. In every tear you fight not to shed.”
“I am in you, Penelope. And you—” his voice dipped lower, lethal in its intimacy, “you are already mine. Body. Soul. Even your hate belongs to me.”
“How long do you think you can hide from me?” His voice was soft now, dripping with possessive menace. “All of you—your flaws, your insecurities, every part of you—they belong to me. You are... my wife. Mine. And nothing will ever change that.”
“I could fuck you right now, milaya. You’d be my first, and I’d be yours. My cock aches for you.”
“You got what you wanted.” He smirked, “What? I haven’t done anything but make your secret fantasy come true, Penelope. You’ve always wanted this—wanted me.”
You’ll dance with me, milaya, and only me.
“Everything I do is for her... and because of her,”
You’ve been mine the moment we named the stars, and even now, you cannot run from that truth.”
“that no woman would ever wear his clothes with those designs... not unless she was the only one he’d ever obsess over, protect, and burn the world for.”
“Milaya,” he murmured, softening only slightly, gaze unyielding, “you’re the only thing I’ll never tire of carrying. I could hold you on my shoulder all day, Penelope. All my strength isn’t just for dominating the mafia—it’s for holding you, carrying you, and never letting you go.”
It was our first time—his as much as mine—and the thought sent a thrill through me, mingling with fear.
His punishment was working—loneliness had broken me, depression its blade, and now my baby was the price.
She was my milaya. My wife. Mine. Even if she hated me, even if the world collapsed, she would never belong to anyone else. Not while I still breathed.
