Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I was still climaxing when his shaft pulsated inside me.
His back bowed, his mighty body racked with pleasure. To the sound of his tortured bellows, he shot his hot semen hard and deep—just like his thrusts.
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After washing and putting on a robe, I returned from the bathroom. Outside, a breeze swept the fog from the grounds, rain beginning to fall.
Dressed in jeans, he sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He’d done the same on our wedding night, when he’d believed he could never have sex with me. “Did I . . . did I hurt you?” He sounded wretched. “The marks I left . . .”
In the bathroom, I’d run my fingers over them, getting hot all over again. I sat beside him, putting my hand on his back. “Have you seen your shoulders, big guy?” I pressed kisses to the claw marks across one. “I used you for a scratching post.”
He gave a strained laugh.
“You’re not capable of hurting me,” I said without a doubt.
“But I’m not capable of making you content either.” He raised his anguished face to me. “I don’t have any experience with this. Tell me how to make you happy. If taught, I can learn.”
Realization struck, and I knew I’d remember this moment for the rest of my life.
He is in love with me.
No longer could I call it obsession. Or craziness. Over the last four weeks, he truly had fallen. “You are perfect, Dmitri. It’s me and my baggage that’s the problem.”
He drew back with a scowl. “Perfect? Even after what I told you?”
“More so. You revealed a traumatic past you’ve worked hard to overcome. One you’re triumphing over. You’re so much more than your past.”
Sheer adoration shone in his eyes. And Lady Luck help me, I was close to returning it.
“Then why have you grown distant? You tell me little of yourself. You long for your family, but won’t visit them. You get antsy after every gift I buy you, though you know how much money we have. Vika, why are you afraid?”
I would give him part of the truth. “I was raised to believe if something seems too good to be true, it is. And I’m superstitious as hell. Put those two together, and I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.” Lightning flared outside, as if to punctuate my statement. I warily noted it before returning my gaze to him.
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s too good. I went from having no man to having one who amazes me every second. I went from cocktail waitressing and eviction notices to all this.” I waved around. “The whole situation feels like reaching for the stars, which is something I never do.”
Tension eased from him, moment by moment. “Why?”
“Because that would involve taking my eyes off the road and my hands off the wheel. Great way to crash.” The rain intensified, pouring along the coast.
He shifted closer to me, hope growing in his eyes. “How do we get past your superstition?”
“This feels like a dream, and all dreams have to end—”
“Why do they have to end?”
Not a rhetorical question. He wanted me to explain this? “I don’t know why. I just know they always have before.”
“You say I’m more than my past. Why can’t your dreams be more than the ones that ended?”
I didn’t have an answer for that. “Dmitri, what if I’m not good enough for you?”
He looked baffled. “I’ve told you what you are to me. How you’ve affected me mentally and physically. Emotionally.”
“I’m not responsible for that—you are. You got therapy for years, and you worked so hard to improve your life; you still do. All the changes you made must have helped you overcome the dissociation.” I could tell he didn’t agree, but wasn’t going to argue his point. “Now that you’re able to stay present, maybe you could find someone else. Someone who’s more like Lucía and Natalie.”
Someone who isn’t rotten from all the secrets burrowing inside her.
He blinked. “I don’t follow.”
“They’re both rich and educated. I couldn’t pick them apart with a fork.”
He squared his shoulders. “You are rich and talented and brilliant and exquisitely beautiful. You’re an artist.”
Yeah, a con artist. A breed apart.
Dmitri insisted, “I’m far from perfect.”
I sighed, giving him a sad smile. “Not from where I’m sitting, big guy.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I believe I am ready to tell you more about my past. I wasn’t entirely forthcoming.” His tone was threatening—as if he intended to hit me with a fatal imperfection.
“Did you lie?” No, I would’ve caught him.
“I’ve never lied to you. But what I’m about to tell you involves another. His secret has been safe with me for twenty-three years, never repeated outside of my family. I will share it with you now.”
He’d definitely piqued my curiosity. “Okay. I’ll keep the secret to the grave.”
Nod. “I told you Orloff died. Which is true. But he was murdered.” Another bolt of lightning flashed.
I schooled my expression. “Who did it?”
“My brother and I.”
CHAPTER 34
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My mind raced as I got my bearings with this bombshell. Orloff had died when Dmitri had been about nine. Maksim would’ve barely been a teenager. How do I respond to this? I settled on: “Will you tell me more?”
Dmitri ran his fingers through his hair. “When Orloff beat my brother and locked him in the cellar, the violence sent me deeper into dissociation; my isolation with Orloff kept me under, until I rarely surfaced. Maksim was down there in the dark for months, suffering, blaming himself for not protecting me. The night of a bitter freeze, I finally woke. Maybe the wind battering the window brought me back. Maybe it was that fuck’s smug behavior—he knew Maksim would die.”
Orloff had fully planned to murder an innocent boy. Maksim must’ve been so terrified.
“I knew I had to save my brother somehow. When I tried to get the key from the man’s pocket, he woke, but I was prepared. Earlier, I’d gone outside and brought in a snow shovel. I hit Orloff with all my might. I freed Maks, and we . . . we strangled the man before he could ever wake,” Dmitri said, his gaze clocking my face for clues.