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“Liv, marry me. Raise our babies with me. Grow old with me and watch bad movies with me and talk dead poets with me and go shopping with me and watch the KU games with me. Let me love you and make love to you and hold you when you’re scared.” He grabs my hand and clutches onto it. “Hold me when I’m scared. Be afraid with me.”

“Go on your date, kitten,” I say, fucking her now with deep, brutal thrusts. “I dare you. You go and see if he makes you feel like I make you feel. But you’re going to go with my baby in your belly, and you’re going to go with my cum dripping down your thigh. You’re going to sit across from him sore and sticky and used. You’re going to sit across from him remembering how hard you come for me and only me.”

I want to unload the hot come I have building in my balls into her young ripe womb and breed her sweet body. With my child growing inside her, she’ll be mine forever. We’ll always be connected. We’ll always share a bond.

I’m not in love with you because that indicates I could fall out of love with you. And this love I have for you feels like a forever kind of love. Like the kind of love my dad had for my mom. The kind of love he must have had to raise me and claim me as his own his whole life without hesitation. I love you, Daphney. I love you.

“We gotta go get our boy.”
My body stops.
“Our boy?”
“Cal’s at Hunter’s. Told Hunt we’d be there at 10. It’s almost nine thirty.”
Our boy.
Cal has never been anyone’s but mine. Always us against the world. But the thought of sharing that with this man, this man who would bypass morning sex in order to care for him?

“You’re not a little girl, Katie. You’re a fucking woman. This body? All woman. A woman who created something so amazing with this body. This body I’ve been dreaming about for fucking weeks.”

“What’s your safe word, kitten?”
She thinks for a long moment before she answers me.
“Roses.” She laughs like she told a funny joke. “Why roses?” I ask, leaning in as I ghost my breath over her cheek.
“Because,” she pauses to lick her lips, “that’s the stage we skipped. You’re supposed to buy a girl flowers before you spank her, don’t you know?”

“You’re going to want to hold on to the back of the sofa, sweetheart.”
“Because I’m going to make this hurt.”

“I guess some people’s stories are only written in the sand. And some are written in the stars.”

“I found you, Bambi,” he growls, his eyes burning into me. “And I keep what I catch.”
“Like finders keepers?” I breathe, my heart singing from what his words imply. Though his gaze remains deadly, his lips twitch, a hint of a grin playing at the edges.
“Yes. You’re mine now, Samantha.”

“I need you to know something, Bambi. I’ve waited a long time for this. I won’t be sweet, soft, or anything remotely close to gentle. This will be years of pent-up desire, unleashed in a way that will leave you a fucking mess. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“If you leave, I’ll come after you. If you change your mind, I’ll change it back. I’ll fight so fucking hard for you every single day, so you never question if you made the right choice.”

“Home is where you are. I would go anywhere for you if you wanted me to be there.” One of Aiden’s palms slid down the length of my spine, ending at the small of my back. He seemed to talk into my hair. “I don’t know anything about relationships, Van, but I know I love you. I know I’ve waited my entire life to love you, and I’ll do whatever I have to, to make this work.”

“Vanessa…” He trailed off with a frown.
The next three sentences we shared between the two of us were going to be the last thing I thought about when I went to bed later that night.
“You’ve been with me for two years, but I figure I’m barely beginning to understand,” the big guy claimed, his expression solemn.
“Understand what?”
“I should probably be scared of you.”

“We’re partners. We’re a team. You said it.” I nodded dumbly, earning me that ‘you’re an idiot’ look from him. His eyebrows went up just a little, his head just slightly forward enough to be confrontational. “If someone messes with you, they’re going to mess with me, Van. I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I might not be good with this friend crap, but I’m not about to let somebody get away with hurting you. Ever"

What no one tells you is that the road to accomplishing your goals isn’t a straight line; it looks more like a corn maze. You stopped, you went, you backed up, and took a few wrong turns along the way, but the important thing you had to remember was that there was an exit. Somewhere.

Sex so good I want to keep on doing it, and with this woman only, until my dick falls off. Sex so good that I want to take my Cherry Bomb, stuff her in the back of my car, and ride off with her into the sunset.
Fuck.
What have I done?
I came here to fuck her and get her out of my system, and instead I’ve somehow fucked her into my soul.

“I want to build something with you, Dasha. Let me.” I nod, close my eyes, and fall into him.
Into trust.
Into love.
I let myself be vulnerable.
I pray I don’t come to regret it.

Then Bohdan walks over to me, picks me up and spins me around, kissing me hard. “You’re astonishing,” he says. “My beautiful, talented, jewel. I fucking love you.”

“You’re so fucking down on yourself; do you know that? You’re beautiful and sexy. I want you all the time. You’re my jewel, my bright, precious, fucking jewel, and you don’t get to put yourself down any longer. Do you hear me?”
“I don’t want to hear you say anything about how unattractive you are, or about how gorgeous other women are. You’re gorgeous, Dasha. And you’re my lost girl but I found you again.”

She’s a flash of color in a grey world. White skin, porcelain and unblemished. Red hair, which glows under the harsh color of the streetlamps. It’s her eyes which truly capture my attention, though. They’re so blue they sparkle like pale jewels in her face. Her lips are deep pink, and her cheeks pale pink. She’s nothing but color.

No, she’s just beautiful, the way the pictures in the travel brochures I have hidden under my mattress are.

My heart hurts seeing this.
She’s a precious fucking jewel, not something to be covered in trash.
And then, I know.
I know what I want to do with Dasha.
I don’t want to hurt her.
I don’t want to make her pay.
I don’t want my vengeance.
All I want, all I need, is to save her.

Dasha. World famous ballerina and another street rat like me. A childhood friend from our shitty upbringing in St. Petersburg and now the darling of the world ballet scene.
Beautiful Dasha.
My love.
My hate.
My obsession.
My betrayer.

“Didn’t say I have a problem knocking you up now.” I watch as her mouth drops open in shock. “You’d get me pregnant? Now?” I shrug. “The Rossi family beliefs tells us that children are a king’s crown jewels, that they complete our lives. You’ll have my babies, Elise, whether now or later, whenever.”

No. She did the opposite. She welcomed me, imperfect and broken, and she understood. It was the hottest, most erotic thing she could’ve done.

“I’ll have your submission, Elise. But it won’t be handed to me.”

He doesn’t even try to tame the ferocity in his lips as he takes what he wants. This isn’t a kiss but an ultimatum. His tongue plunders my mouth, invading me, as his grip on my face tightens to nearly painful. I gasp in a breath, and breathe his in. My own hands reach for him and land on his shoulders, then snake around his neck as if to save myself from falling.

“You’re gonna be in my bed, Elise. You’ll have my babies and take my name, and not too long from now. No lies.”

“You want me to watch you? You want my attention?” His voice is hoarse and rough, just like him. “You’ve got it, baby.” I hear the mockery in his tone, but it doesn’t stop me from liking it. “Touch yourself,” he orders.