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“There’s no reason for us to be in your life,” he repeats. “Except I can’t fucking stay away.”
“What a lovely surprise.” “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” I ask, suddenly unsure. “No, of course not. And even if you were, seeing you is much more important.”
Victor’s gaze is more assessing. There’s no obvious heat in his expression, not the way there is with Malice and Ransom, but there’s something approving in the way he studies me, as if he’s already found the most beautiful piece of art in the entire museum.
“Everything about you is my business. It became my business when you begged for my cock. When you let me put my mark on you.”
I don’t just want to mark her body. I want to leave a brand on her soul.
“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.
“Damn. You’ve got the name brand kind and everything,” I tease. “Someone’s moving up in the world.” She huffs a little laugh. “Is that the signifier that things are going better in my life? Name brand cheese puffs?” “Oh definitely. The off brand stuff is fine, especially when you don’t have money, but there’s just something about the extra dollar you pay for the premium fake cheese that really screams privilege.”
“Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me, angel.” “I think I’m getting an idea,” I whisper.
“Let him watch,” Ransom murmurs. “You know Vic doesn’t always like to be touched, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you.”
Before I’m all the way asleep, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text, blinking at it blearily. It’s from Vic, and it’s just two words. VICTOR: You’re beautiful.
“I saw you come three times last night. I want four.”
“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.”
“Don’t go out there, Solnyshka,” he rasps. “Please. Don’t go with him.” It takes me a few tries to find my voice, and when I do, it comes out in a whisper. “Why not?” “Because I already have enough blood on my hands, and if he touches you, I’ll fucking kill him.”
“Ya zhe govoril, chto ne otpushchu tebya,” he murmurs in Russian. “Ya ne mogu. Nikogda ne smogu.”
“Only you. You’re the only one who gets me like this. So use my cock to make yourself come. It’s yours.”
“I need to be inside you,” he pants. “Right now. Or I might fucking die.”
“You think I’m scared of a little blood, Solnyshka?” he asks, a darkly teasing note in his voice. “You must not know me as well as I thought.” My face feels like it’s on fire, and I roll my eyes at him. “No, I don’t think you’re scared of blood. But it’s not the same as—” “There’s nothing in the whole damned world that could keep me from wanting to fuck you right now,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. “Definitely not this.”
“You were made for this,” Malice says. “I wish you could see yourself. I should fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how dirty and beautiful you look. Full of my cock, taking it like it’s easy. Or like it’s hard, but you want it anyway. Ya ne mogu nalyubovat'sya toboy.”
I’m pretty sure most people my age are using dating apps or meeting at bars, not winding up in entanglements with men they witnessed murder someone.
“You ready for me? I need to be inside you fucking yesterday.” “You were inside me yesterday,” I point out, more wetness seeping from me and soaking his cock. “Mouthy.” His gray eyes flash. “I like that about you.”
“Our beautiful little whore,”
After all the shit she pulled, after everything she put me through, I was really done. She was barely a mom to me, so what am I even mourning? I don’t know.”
“To feel the hole they left in your life. Your mother was a constant, in a way. And now that constant is gone.”
When in doubt, cook something.”
“I never wanted a woman to be mine before,” he murmurs gruffly. “Never wanted a woman to be ours. Until I met you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. “For coming for me.” “We always fucking will.”
She goes still, studying me for a long moment. Then she shakes her head and sighs. When she speaks, her voice is cool. “You really can’t make this easy for me, can you?”
