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“THE DEVIL IS AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN A GENTLEMAN.” —Diane LaVey
Handsome in the way rough palms muffle screams, the way people bow to kings, and most of all . . . the way an angel falls from grace.
Every inch of me vibrated beneath the surface, hummed and inflamed whenever my body touched his. I rolled my hips and arched closer against him, feeling incredible heat beyond his expensive black suit, and then I licked the inside of his mouth. Like a reflex, he sucked on my tongue. Heat, tiny pricks of heat, consumed me from the inside out. He pulled back to roughly say, “Ty dazhe na vkus sladkaya.”
"You are even sweet to the taste."
His gaze lifted, holding, pressing, burning mine while stealing every ounce of breath in my lungs.
His thumb slipped under the strap of my thong, tugging it down a little. “Snimi eto dlya menya.”
"Take it off for me."
Fifteen breathless seconds. He won, and I didn’t even care.
“Moy kotyonok.” I ran a thumb across her parted lips. “I told you this city would eat you alive.” I just didn’t tell her I owned Moscow and everything in it.
If I was a virgin walking toward sacrifice, I’d do it dressed in a black hand-me-down.
If I could long for the devil, it meant I had some darkness in me too.
“Don’t worry, kotyonok . . .” He leaned in and nuzzled my neck, his warm breath raising goose bumps on my skin. “Ya vyyebu vsyu lozh iz tebya.”
"Don't worry I'll fuck all of the lies out of you."
Oh how he's gonna regret his actions when he figures out she wasn't lying about being a virgin!!
“If I pull out, will I have blood on my cock?”
He watched the tear’s descent like it was acid, then pulled his palm away and braced both of them on the couch beside my head. “Fuck,” he growled before closing his eyes and exhaling. “Please tell me you’re just a really tight and emotional fuck, Mila.”
“Malen’kaya lgunishka . . .” he rasped, confirming I bled.
“Eta pizda byla sozdana dlya trakha.”
"Even your pussy tastes like strawberries."
Moonlight played across her body as if it loved her. Venomous snakes had stripes; Mila glowed. The only shadows that touched her were mine.
The moonlight loved her. But not as much as my shadows. “Ti slishkom ideal’naya chto bi byt’ nastoyashchey.”
"You are too ideal to be real."
And I was falling for him hard—so hard, I worried when he was finished, there wouldn’t be anything left of me.
He watched me for a second. “Jesus Christ.” With a frustrated noise like he was in pain, he released my hair. “I’ve Stockholm syndromed you.”
I fought a smile. “Mmm,” I agreed and sucked at his neck. “Now you have to deal with the consequences.”
“But be careful. One of them might end up meaning something to you.” The words seared like acid on my tongue. He watched me for a second. “Ya dumayu uzhe slishkom pozdno dlya etogo.”
"I think it's already too late for that."
D’yavol may have stolen my breath. But I gave him my heart.
Tear-stained cheeks. Glistening eyes. Legs I would die for. She was so beautiful, the sight punched me in the gut.
Now, she was moy kotyonok because she was sickly sweet until she bared her claws.
The moonlight cast a halo over every inch of her body. It looked like an angel was sucking my dick—D’yavol’s dick.
“Fuck, kotyonok,” I growled. “Your sweet mouth is going to make me come.”
I loved his black and his gray and every shade in between. I loved him so much it was embedded in my skin.
“Because you’re so sweet you fucking glow.” His eyes darkened. “And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take that light from you.”
“Aren’t you going to say it too?” “Nyet.” The reply was so cold, its ice burned the backs of my eyes, sending a single tear down my cheek. It wasn’t until he watched it fall that I noticed the tightness in his shoulders; the turmoil he hid so well behind Giovanni. A rough thumb wiped the tear away. “Ya ne govoryu togo, chego ne imeyu v vidu.”
"I don't say what I don't mean."
I found another weakness. He was weak for me.
“You don’t get to sacrifice yourself for me.” He clenched his teeth. “You DON’T get to die for me, kotyonok.” His eyes crucified me. “If anyone dies between us, it will be ME. Do you understand?”
“Then let me make it clear for you,” he said, the shadows in his eyes flashing. “You would survive without me. You would move on.” His tone roughened. “I can’t imagine a world where you and all your fucking yellow doesn’t exist. So if you die, you’ll take me with you. Your sacrifice would mean nothing, kotyonok. NOTHING.”
This man I once hated had become the man I loved. Ronan was wrong. I couldn’t bear the thought of living without him.
The sickly-sweet girl with a soft heart and love of yellow had somehow filled a blank space inside me. And I couldn’t handle the thought of her anywhere else but with me.
“Ya lyublyu tebya. Tak sil’no chto ne mogu dumat’ kogda ty daleko ot menya.” I love you. So much I can’t think when you’re away from me.
He made a noise of satisfaction. “Ya byl tyoim pervym I ya budu tvoim poslednim.” I was your first, and I will be your last.
I knew then I’d follow this man to the fiery gates of hell if he just held my hand.
