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“Ya yeshche nikogo tak ne khotel, kak tebya,” I tell her, letting it slip off my tongue in Russian. I know she doesn’t understand the words, and maybe that’s for the best. I’m not sure I’m ready for her to know just how deep my feelings for her run.
“But you shouldn’t let anyone try to change you. You shouldn’t let anyone make you feel like you’re not already good enough. Because
you are. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. And the sweetest. You’ve held onto your kindness, even when the world has no right to expect that from you. You’re already perfect.”
I missed every-fucking-thing about her. And now I’m gonna show her just how much.
“You’re wrong about that,” he says evenly. “You’re ours.” I shake my head, my hair shifting around my shoulders. Tears burn in my eyes, and my chest aches as I force out the words. “I don’t want to be. I don’t want to belong to you if you lie to me and treat me like a pawn.”
“You’re not a pawn,” he tells me, his voice lowered. “You never have been. You’re a fucking queen. You’re the only person in this whole goddamned world who could bring me to my knees. The only person who’s ever crawled inside my soul.”
“Ya zhe govoril, chto ne otpushchu tebya,” he murmurs in Russian. “Ya ne mogu. Nikogda ne smogu.”
Ya ne mogu nalyubovat'sya toboy.”
“And what about you?” “Me?” He chuckles, flashing me his gorgeous grin. “I’m falling head over heels for you, angel.”
Because I am already claimed. And the three brothers who’ve claimed me make me feel like I’m gorgeous. Like I’m enough, just as I am.
“We’ll take care of you,” he promises. “We’ve got you, angel. We won’t let you fall.”
“I never wanted a woman to be mine before,” he murmurs gruffly. “Never wanted a woman to be ours. Until I met you.”
