The Darkest Temptation (Made, #3)

by Danielle Lori

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.

“Listen, I just want to pay for my room,” I said, slightly out of breath when I finally caught up to him. “I’m sure you have lots of other things to spend your money on. Giant underpants can’t come cheap.”

LMAOOOO

“Are you?” I swallowed. “My birthday was a few days ago.” “I’m thirty-two, kotyonok.”

“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.

She had a soft heart. I didn’t want to destroy it. I wanted it in the palm of my hand.

Gen-Zs wouldn’t know romance if it hit them with a bus.

LMAOOOO

I finally understood Gianna’s words. In this world, things weren’t black and white. I preferred yellow anyway.

“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.”

“As much as I wish otherwise, there is nothing about you I could find gross.”

the girl too flawless to be real. I wanted to slap her.

BRO WHAT?? LMAOOOO

“Pavel hit a pothole and drove the car into the ditch.” “Oh . . .” I could just imagine all the “fucks” Ronan had to say about the incident. “No one’s hurt, are they?” “Nyet,” he answered, and then a small smile appeared. “Besides Pavel’s ego.” Poor Pavel.

LMOOOOO

The moonlight loved her. But not as much as my shadows. “Ti slishkom ideal’naya chto bi byt’ nastoyashchey.”

“You’ve been spying on me.” “Be quiet,” he snapped. “This is my monologue.”

LMAOOO

“You wanted my misery, but I’m giving you my forgiveness,” I breathed, voice thick. “When you let me go, I won’t turn you in even though I should. I can’t be the person to send you back to prison . . .” I inhaled raggedly. “I’ll walk away when this is over and I won’t look back—though not because I hate you but because I don’t. Not even a little bit . . .”

“If you want to turn me in, so be it. I’d go back to prison for you, kotyonok, but when I get out, there’d better be an ocean between us.”

“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.”

A tear ran down my cheek. “I’m not even a good person.” “Kotyonok . . .” Ronan chuckled. “My dick’s inside you, and you’re crying about your papa.”

“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?” I didn’t understand, so I shook my head. “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.”

If she would have died and taken all her sunshine with her . . . fuck. The idea made me sick and made me see red at the same time.