"YA takoy ublyudkare'. Proklyatyy, yesli ya proklyat, yesli ne budu." Then, he smashed his lips to mine. "What did you say?" I asked between our pressed lips. "I am a bastard." I chuckled lightly, melting on him. "You are." I loved hearing his accent. It was incredibly erotic when he had a raspy intonation woven in the words. "Proklyat, yesli ya delayu, ya proklat, yesli ne… Damned if I do, damned if I do not."
