Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
We stared at each other, our gazes never wavering.
In her eyes, I saw her questions.
Her lips parted, as if wanting to speak, but no words were spoken.
So I leaned down until our lips were touching. A feather light touch. So sweet, so soft, so gentle that my heart thumped hard and my chest ached.
I brushed my lips against hers in a small kiss before pulling away and staring into her eyes again. They were half closed, and I caressed her cheek with my thumb.
After minutes of silence, I finally spoke slowly. “It’s okay. It’s a dream, myshka. Just a beautiful dream.”
And she smiled, as if she knew it was…a dream.
Her eyes fluttered closed, the smile on her lips still there.
She was awake when I fucked her cunt with my tongue, but after her orgasm, in her dreamlike state, it was easy to manipulate her thoughts. Make her believe something else.
It’s my secret, Valerie.
What just happened could get us killed…so for now, only I would know the truth.
Shifting away from her body, I dragged her dress back down and made sure she was covered properly. After pulling the comforter nicely around her body, I stood up and stared down.
I just stared at the exquisite sight in front of me.
After a long time, I finally forced myself to take a step back. And then another and another, until I was against the door.
Giving Valerie a final glance, I walked out and closed the door behind me. My cock was still hard and aching. I winced at the discomfort.
Looking down at myself, I shook my head and laughed.
I was covered in a dead person’s dried blood yet I just ravaged the pussy of the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about. I came at her like a starved mate, and fuck it if I didn’t want to do it again.
I stared at the door, not wanting to walk away.
My hand came up, my fingers touching my lips. I could still smell her, her scent all over me, and I fucking loved it.
I licked my lips…I could still taste her. My cock throbbed painfully.
I wanted more.
One taste was never going to be enough.
One taste and there was no turning back.
One taste—that was all I needed to get me addicted.
Chapter 21
Valerie
I woke up feeling sated and completely confused. My mind was disoriented, and I laid on my back for several minutes, just trying to calm my breathing.
My eyes stayed closed. I refused to open them and face whatever was waiting for me early in the morning.
My shame.
Another secret.
I pressed my legs together and felt a lone tear run down my cheek. The spot between my thighs was sticky and drenched with pleasure I shouldn’t have felt, yet here I laid, on my bed, filled with an all-consuming, forbidden feeling.
I squeezed my eyes at the reminder, my dream still replaying in my head over and over again. It felt so real. I had been so sure it was real.
His touch—his lips kissing me, his fingers caressing my skin, they all felt so real. As if he were right here touching me. Holding me. Making love to me.
It’s okay. It’s a dream, myshka. Just a beautiful dream.
I had confused my fantasy with reality. How can this be anything other than a dream?
Something so beautiful and as surreal as this couldn’t be anything but a dream.
My eyes fluttered open, and I placed a palm over my racing heart, feeling each desperate, lonely thud. I have lived a cruel fate for a long time, so Viktor making love to me was something I could only dream of.
Rolling over to my side, I cuddled closer into my pillows. The sun was shining into my room, basking it with a beautiful morning glow. I stared at the landscape, wishing for so many things that didn’t belong to me.
But no matter how much I wished upon a star, I continued living the life I was never meant to live.
I continued living as Valentin Solonik’s wife. It was my identity now.
At the thought, my hand came up to swipe the wet trail that my tear left. In a matter of days, Viktor had made me weak in the most dangerous way.
He made my heart and body weak.
With only a word and a fleeting touch, Viktor had me under his thumb, controlling me every way he wanted, even when he wasn’t here.
Not even Valentin had that type of power over me. The only reason my husband was able to control me was by using my family as my weakness.
Their safety was compromised, and in order to keep them safe and breathing, I sacrificed myself. I handed myself over on a silver platter to the devil and told him it was okay to do whatever he wanted with me.
As long as my family was safe.
I was the debt my family couldn’t pay.