“I thought I was weak for you, Dima, but I was wrong. I’m Marya Antonova,” she told him, meeting his eye, “and I am loved by Dimitri Fedorov, and for that, I could never be weak.” “And I’m the man who possesses Marya Antonova’s heart.” His breath quickened as Marya’s hands traversed his chest. “Nothing will ever stop me.”
