My yelp echoes in the air when he uses his hold on my throat to drag me to the bed and then unapologetically throws me on top of the mattress. I prop myself up on my elbows and try, then fail, to control the chaos that’s whirling inside me. It doesn’t help that I’m on this bed that I haven’t been on in ages. The last time was when I fainted outside and he carried me here. It used to smell like me a few months ago, but now, it’s only him, which is weird since I know for a fact that he barely sleeps. Kirill stands opposite me and unhurriedly removes his jacket, revealing his white shirt that’s
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