Hidden Truths (Perfectly Imperfect, #3)

by Neva Altaj

There is no way she’s a spy. Her face is like an open book, and, as I have already concluded, she can’t lie worth a damn.

This man is highly dangerous. I’ll have to focus all my energy on getting out of here as soon as possible. This conclusion, however, has nothing to do with his reputation, and everything to do with the fact I don’t like the way my body, as well as my brain, react to him. Being attracted to a person who keeps me prisoner is not normal.

you could just let me go?” “Not happening. Sorry.” “Why?” “I’m rather amused with having you here. Especially your fruitless escape attempts.” I meet her gaze, reaching out with my hand to grab behind her neck, and lean to whisper in her ear, “And I haven’t been amused for a very long time.”

I like the way she looks at me, I don’t quite remember the last time someone other than Felix looked at me like I’m a regular guy. Not this fucked-up-in-the-head person everyone feels the need to walk on eggshells around.

“I want you to look at me while I come inside you,” he whispers and covers my body with his, entering me again. I loop my legs around him and squeeze. “Why?” His cock slides out then slams into me. “Because, when you look at me, I remember I’m still alive.”

“You’re the only thing that keeps my darkness away, lisichka.” I kiss her shoulder. “If, one day, you decide you’ve had enough of my shit, just leave and never look back. And make sure you hide very well.” “Why?” she asks and wraps her legs around my waist. “Because, I will follow and drag you back. And there’s nowhere you’ll be able to hide if I decide to chase you, Angelina.”