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That finally breaks her. She shatters on my tongue, and it’s the most glorious orgasm I’ve ever witnessed. This must’ve been so hard for her, so risky and difficult, and now I’m taking all that anxiety and shame and worry, and releasing it all onto my tongue.

I have to support her as the orgasm finishes. I keep her from falling and hold her in my arms. She’s a small thing, so pretty after coming. Her cheeks are flushed, and her smile is loopy and adorable.

“You really didn’t have to come home just for that,” she says, her face leaning against my chest. “But I’m not complaining.”

“I didn’t come home only for that,” I say, kissing her softly as my hands explore her body. I almost can’t help myself. It’s like whenever she’s around, I keep touching her. “You had your fun. Now I’ll get my fill.”

Her eyes widen. Part of me is afraid I’m going to push her away again with how badly I want her. If she understood the constant pulsing ache in my core, it would only terrify her.

I’m a monster. A creature of darkness. I’m a killer and a torturer. There’s nothing good in me, not like her.

Dasha’s all sweetness. She’s the light I crave but will eventually corrupt. I hate myself, but I can’t stop any more than I could make the sun disappear.

She’s all I want now.

Instead of running away like she should, her moment of fear turns into a smile.

“I’m glad you came home,” she says, and my heart skips in my chest.

I bury her lips with a hungry kiss.

Chapter 19

Dasha

One Week Later

I stretchout on the bed as Tigran slowly takes off his shirt. “You’ve been gone a while,” I say lazily, trying not to let him know how excited I am right now.

“Have you been lonely?” He tosses his clothes aside. I’m in a bralette and boy shorts, and I love the way he keeps glancing at my ass. I feel the same way about him: his cut chest, the long glorious lines of his muscular torso, the brutal and sometimes scary tattoos on his skin.Pestilenceinked along his flank.Virtueover his heart.Familyacross his guts.

“Very lonely.” I roll onto my belly and prop my chin on my hands. “Why have you been so busy lately?”

“Those Irish cunts are driving me crazy.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Cunts? Do you have to be so crude?”

“Sorry, baby.” He reaches down and spanks my ass. “I meant what I said.” He kneels down beside my bed and kisses down myspine. I let out a satisfied sigh as he reaches my butt. Then he bites my cheek.

“Tigran!” I try to jerk away, but he pins me down.

“You’ve been getting mouthy lately,” he says with that vicious smirk of his. Somehow I’ve grown to understand what his little smiles mean. He hides so much of himself from me, but there are moments when it breaks through his armor.

This one means he’s going to brutalize me in all the best ways.

“And you’ve been a controlling bastard,” I say, pretending to pout.

“Only to protect you.” He yanks my underwear down, exposing my bare skin.

“And is this protecting me?” I wriggle my hips as he yanks my wrists up and pins them above my head. I’m face down on the bed and at his mercy.

Which is my favorite position in the world.

“I’d say this is for your own good.” He spanks my ass hard once. It makes a loud whacking sound and stings. I whimper at the pain.

“You like this too much,” I whine, weakly struggling. If I wanted this to stop, all I’d have to do is sayroyaland he’d immediately stop. But the safe word is so far from my mind it’s not even funny.

I used it once, not long after we started, and he stopped on a dime. Even though he clearly didn’t want to.

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