13. Briar
13
brIAR
THE PAST
I didn't think there would be a second time.
After that first night with Dimitri, I felt like I was walking on a cloud. Mother has been busier than usual, so she doesn't suspect anything. I told her I was staying up late at night reading, and she let me be.
As I run toward Dimitri tonight, I realize that he's slowly becoming the one thing I look forward to in my life.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," he says, wrapping his arms around me.
His embrace washes away everything that's been troubling me. He makes me forget about all the things in my life I don't want to think about.
"Hi, Dimitri," I say, glancing at my feet because I suddenly feel shy.
He tucks my hair behind my ear before gently touching my chin. I look up at him. His hand is so big that it feels like he's holding me by the neck.
It's a possessive act.
He hasn't even kissed me yet.
When he dropped me back at my house after that first night, I waited for a kiss, but it never came. I felt dejected until he told me that he'd pick me up at this same spot in three days.
"Where do you want to go today, solnishko ?" he asks.
My eyes light up. "Can we get cheeseburgers and fries again?"
"Don't tell me you skipped dinner tonight as well," he says.
"I was too excited," I say. "I couldn't eat."
"Me too," he says. "I couldn't eat, sleep, or even breathe right until I saw your face again. I was half convinced I made you up in my head."
His honesty catches me off guard. It's refreshing. This man always says exactly what's on his mind and doesn’t hold anything back.
"Are you supposed to say stuff like that?" I search his eyes.
"Do you want me to dial it down a notch?" He smirks.
"Yes," I say. "Dial it down a couple of thousand notches, actually."
"Why would I want to do that when you blush so beautifully for me?" he asks.
"Now you're just lying to me." I push him away. "I know how I blush. It's just weird, uneven splotches of color all over my face and chest."
"Yes, and it's all for me. I love every single splotch." His thumb moves to my cheek. "This one is shaped like Africa."
I cover my face with my hands. He doesn't drop his hand, though. And the second our hands touch, it feels like my entire body is a live wire. My blood is electricity. And it knocks the breath from my lungs.
His hand lowers to my neck. He wraps it around my throat and studies it like it's an antique piece of jewelry.
We're standing in the middle of the road. We're completely alone. The trees and the night sky are the only witness to this moment. And my heart won't stop pounding for this man.
"I like how my hand looks wrapped around your throat," he says. "Is that too much, solnishko ?"
"Way too much," I say.
He grins and steps back. With a hand over my lower back, he helps me into his car. This time, it's a cherry-red Lamborghini.
"Are you trying to impress me with your car collection?" I ask.
"I don't need cars to impress you," he says, helping me with the seat belt.
He's right.
He doesn't need to do anything. All he has to do is exist for my heart to go haywire.
He gets into the driver's seat and hands me a cup.
"What is this?" I ask.
"I plan on keeping you all night, so you might as well have some coffee," he says.
I take a sip of coffee as we hit the road. My eyes widen. And then I take another sip.
"Where has this been all my life?" I breathe. "It's so good."
"After I saw the way you devoured that ice cream sundae at the diner, I had a feeling you would love cinnamon and pumpkin spice syrup in your coffee," he says.
"Can you bring this every time, please?" I ask. And then I suck in a breath. "That sounded cringey. You don't have to do anything."
"I'll make sure to bring it every single time I see you," he says.
I take tiny little sips of the concoction made in heaven. I think this is the first time I feel truly blessed in my life. This is the first time I want to implicitly trust someone.
"Thank you." I clear my throat. "For being so thoughtful."
He glances over at me. His face turns hard.
He shifts the gears, going faster. I lean back in the seat, content with this moment.
"Are we heading to the diner again?" I ask.
His jaw remains hard. "Not this time."
I glance at his profile as he drives. I notice things about him that I never noticed before. A thin scar runs along his neck. His beard is thicker than before like he hasn't had the time to shave it since I last saw him. The delicate skin under his eyes is darker too, like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
"You're staring," he says.
"I know."
"It's rude to stare."
"You're very handsome," I say. "It's hard not to."
"Can you drive?" He turns to look at me.
"Like cars?" I ask.
"No, spaceships."
"No to both." I smile.
"I think you'd enjoy it," he says.
"What makes you think that?" I ask.
"Just a hunch," he says. "You've been a good girl for far too long. I know you're aching for a taste of something new."
"Will you teach me?" I ask.
"I thought it was already established, solnishko ," he says. "I'll be the only one to teach you everything you need to know."
My throat is thick with emotion.
And for once, it's not something dark and gloomy. It's light and airy. It's joy.
People stop what they're doing and stare when we pull up in the red Lamborghini. I shrink back in my seat.
"This is a lot more social than I imagined," I say.
"You'll be by my side the whole time," he assures me. "There's nothing for you to worry about."
He parks in front of a nightclub. Unlike the classy sex club I accidentally ended up at the last time, this club looks more like the ones I saw in the movies.
He helps me out of the car and takes me toward the entrance.
He holds my hand as we walk. I glance down at where we're connected.
I spent every minute of the past three days dreaming about exactly this. It's all I wanted.
There's a whole line of people standing outside, but the security opens the red velvet ropes as soon as they see Dimitri.
"Do you come here often?" I ask him.
"Unfortunately, yes," he says.
"The people seem to know you," I say.
"They don't know me, but they've heard of me," Dimitri says.
I see that his eyes are harder than before. He has something on his mind, and it's troubling him.
The thumping bass and rhythmic beats of the music greet me as we enter the club. I hold Dimitri's hand tighter when the crowd comes into view. I look at the girls doing shots by the bar and the couples grinding on the dance floor. I feel like I stepped into a world that's completely different from my own.
Instead of entering the main portion of the club, we take the staircase that leads us toward the upper level. People step aside and lower their gaze when they see Dimitri. I can't tell if it's from respect or fear.
The upper level wraps around the entire perimeter of the club.
It's darker here. I can see everything that's happening on the dance floor below. I feel like a wild animal spying on the rest of the forest from between blades of grass.
I lean my hips against the balustrade and look at Dimitri.
"Is everything okay?" I ask him. "You seem like you're on edge."
"That's just my constant state of being, solnishko ." He glances down at me. His gaze softens. "I need to be honest with you about something. There's a reason I brought you out here."
"Oh?"
"I'm meeting someone tonight," he says. "They're scheduled to arrive in a few hours."
"Work never ends for you?" I ask.
"It's not work," he says. His eyes flash with sudden malice. "This is something personal."
I study his face. I'm not stupid. He told me that he's in the export business, but I know he was being vague on purpose. I've glimpsed the tattoos on his arms and the scars on his chest. I know I'm sneaking out at night to meet with a criminal.
But I also witness the tenderness in his eyes whenever he looks at me.
He's not faking it.
And right now, he's the only one who makes life feel like it's worth living.
"Stop looking at me like that," he says.
I blink. "Like what?"
"So obediently," he explains. "Like I'm your savior or something."
A shiver runs through me at the thought of being obedient for a man like Dimitri. I know that he can show me heaven if I let him.
"You don't like the way I look at you?" I ask.
"The opposite," he says. "I like it a little too much. It makes me want to do things to you I'm not sure you're even ready for."
"Maybe I'll decide what I'm ready for," I say.
We're surrounded by people in this club. Patrons, bouncers, and servers. Important men and gorgeous women. But when I'm with him, everyone else disappears.
"I instructed the club's head chef to make dinner for you." He clears his throat. "I told him to make food that a five-year-old would appreciate. Chicken nuggets and the like."
I smile at him. "Sounds perfect, but I'm not really hungry right now."
He moves closer toward me, gripping the railing on either side of my hips. I gasp when I feel something thick and hard plastered against my thigh. My instinct tells me to grind against it.
"I'm starving , though," he says, dipping his head and resting it against my shoulder.
I want to run. I want to pull him closer. I don't know what I want.
"Can we dance?" I ask, swallowing thickly.
"I've had the worst day of my life today, solnishko ," he says. "And something tells me that I'm going to find just what I need between your thighs."
I gasp. Nobody has ever spoken to me like this before.
He grinds his hips against me, rocking me against his hard length.
"I did a background check on you," he confesses. "And you know what I found? Absolutely nothing. You're as much of a ghost as I am, aren't you?"
A fire starts to build between my thighs. My dress slides higher up my thighs as he rocks against me.
"But I know one thing," he says. "You've been homeschooled. Sheltered. Protected from the world. Am I right?"
My head falls back as his lips latch onto my neck.
"It means you've never been with a man before," he says. "You'll be having all of your firsts with me."
He bites my shoulder before sucking on the skin. It sends a bolt of electricity between my thighs. I shift against him, needing more...of him. On me.
"That...that feels good," I say.
"I know you're horny for it," he says. "Your pussy is wet for it's first cock."
We're shamelessly grinding against each other now. The friction gives birth to embers of desire. And it burns so hot inside me that I feel like I'm going to die if I don't get more right away.
"I don't know what I'd have done if we didn't cross paths when we did," he says. "You add meaning to my life, Briar. I feel like I have something to fight for again. Something to live for."
He hooks his hands underneath my thighs and lifts me off my feet.
I don't think. It's almost instinctive how I wrap my thighs around him.
"Fuck yes, baby," he growls against my neck. "Plaster that wet virgin pussy all over my hard cock. You know exactly what to give me, don't you? You know exactly how to work the frustration from my body."
I whimper and shift against him.
He starts walking. Nobody turns to look at us.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"Somewhere darker," he says, his hands traveling farther up my dress. "I thought I'd wait, but the way you were looking at me made me so fucking hard. And now, I'm a man with only one thought on his mind."
His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. He groans, grabbing my ass and pulling me tighter against the hard part of him.
His mouth presses against my temple.
"I'm going to show you what to do with a cock, solnishko ," he says. "I'm going to teach you how to take it, ride it, suck it. It feels so wrong to say this, but you're going to love being my little slut. I'm going to fuck you so good that you'll feel incomplete without my cock filling you up."
I don't know what comes over me, but the way he's talking to me makes me delirious. I dig my nails into his shoulders as I rock against him.
My breasts feel heavier than usual. My nipples turn into tight points, dragging against his hard chest. I want to explore him with my hands too.
I need it more than anything in the world.
"You have me so pussy-whipped already, and I haven't even had you yet. What sort of witchery is this?" he asks.
He carries me into an elevator. Before the doors even close, he slams me against the wall and pins me in place with his body. He shrugs out of his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves. The entire time, he keeps his eyes on me.
"You look good enough to eat," he says. "Now, which part of you am I going to devour first?"
I spread my thighs wider for him. He crowds me harder against the wall and folds my knees higher. His eyes dip down to my heaving breasts and the juncture of my thighs.
He drags his hand down my body, feeling the weight of my breasts in his hand before traveling lower to my pussy. I nearly lose it when he cups my pussy and squeezes me there.
"My virgin princess," he says, digging the heel of his hand against my sex. "Tell me who this belongs to."
"It's yours," I whisper.
"Fuck, you're soaked straight through your panties," he says. "You need a big hard cock inside you, don't you?"
The elevators open. I feel a cool breeze against my heated body. I glance out to see that we're on the rooftop. I spot a couple of black velvet sofas and white rugs in the seating area, but there's not a single soul in sight. There's nothing but the city skyline and the open sky.
I can hear the music from the club, but it feels like it's far, far away.
"We have it all to ourselves," he says, taking me to one of the sofas. It's big enough to fit both of us.
He watches me as he unbuttons his shirt. I see his tattoos and his scars under the moonlight. I'm awestruck by the size of his frame. His broad shoulders and muscular arms send shivers down my body.
He's such a man.
"You're doing it again, solnishko ," he says. "Looking at me with that worship in your eyes."
"You kind of did save me," I say. "Three days ago. I felt like I was alone in the world, but then I found you."
He frowns. "What happened that night?"
"I'd rather not talk about that." I wiggle my hips on the sofa and pull my dress up over my head. I'm wearing a lacy red bra that makes my tits spill out and matching panties.
His pupils dilate as he looks at my body for the first time. His eyes grow hooded as he takes his time looking at every curve and flare of my body.
"I want you to tell me things," he says.
"I will," I say. "Just not right now."
I get up on my knees and rest my hands on my lap as I stare up at him. It makes him hiss through his teeth.
"These eyes," he says. "You have a body to die for, but it was your eyes that snagged at something inside me. I knew there would be no point in trying to extricate myself from you. So I moved closer to you instead. I chased you."
His thumb traces over my bottom lip.
"They were so sad," he says. "So haunted. So heavy. It was like looking into a mirror."
He's going to ask about the things that haunt me. And I really don't want to go there. I want to keep these two parts of my life separate.
I look up at him from underneath my lashes. "Dimitri?"
"Yes, Briar?"
"Can you kiss me, please?" I ask. "It's all I've been thinking about for the past three days."
His fingers tighten over my jaw. It feels like every nerve ending in my body exists only where his fingertips rest on my skin.
His eyes are dark with desire as he lays me on the sofa and hovers over me. His body is heavy on top of mine. It makes me feel secure and grounded. Nothing can get to me here.
Nobody can take me away from him.
"When you ask so sweetly, do you think I can ever deny you?" he says gruffly. "But I should tell you that you don't know what you're asking for. This kiss is going to end with my cock buried deep inside your virgin pussy."
I shudder underneath him.
And then his lips are on mine. It starts as a gentle exploration that soon turns into a wildfire. He groans as he wraps his hand around my throat, deepening the kiss.
"You taste even sweeter than you look." He holds me hostage underneath him as he grinds his hips against mine. I find myself widening my legs for him, giving him space to settle between my open thighs.
I love the weight of his body on mine.
"I want to remember this forever," he says. "Do you mind if I take a video of us?"
I suck in a breath. I was just thinking about how I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I want to keep coming back to this because right now, every second is perfection.
"I don't mind," I whisper.
I watch him as he places his phone on the coffee table. He hits the record button. I stare at the two of us on the screen. He's lying on top of me, looking like a predator about to devour his prey. I like how I look underneath him—so much smaller and softer.
We fit against each other like pieces of a puzzle.
His fingers slip into my hair, tugging on my strands, simultaneously caressing me and pulling my hair.
He seizes my lips once again.
A warmth builds in my chest as we kiss. It feels bright enough to erase the darkness that exists in the corners of my heart.
"Such a good girl," he says. "You're going to get me addicted to this pussy, aren't you?"
His hands move down to my breasts, caressing them and squeezing them in his hands. His fingers trap my nipples, tugging on them and sending comets shooting behind my closed eyelids.
"Give me your eyes, solnishko ," he says. "I might go mad without them."
I open my eyes to look at him. I'm hit with a rush of warmth again. And it's so overwhelming that I can barely breathe.
And I see the obsession reflected in his eyes.
"You feel so good underneath me," he says. "So soft, so pliant."
He grips my thighs and pushes them wider apart. He folds them against my chest as he glances down at my pussy. I wiggle underneath him, but that only makes his grip on me tighten.
"Accept your fate now, Briar," he says. "There's no getting out of this. You're not going anywhere until you take my cock like a good girl."
My entire body is shaking now. It's a hunger that's different from anything I've ever known.
"You're the miracle I've been waiting for," he says, his eyes flicking between my face and my pussy. "Look at you writhing your hips underneath me. You don't even understand what you're asking for, but you want it, don't you?"
"I want you," I say.
"Fuck, keep looking at me like that, and I might breed you right here. I might take your virginity and put a baby inside you at the same time."
There's something delicious about being owned by this powerful man.
I know we're still technically strangers, but I feel like I know his soul inside and out. I know he has darkness inside him just as I do. I also know that together, we can create enough light to make the darkness scatter. And if we wanted to, we can dance in the moonlight and the shadows.
Our eyes lock once again.
My heart fills to the brim, growing and growing and growing. Beating for him, becoming his.
"You're going to haunt me for the rest of my days, aren't you?" he asks. "I'm going to be eighty years old, and I'm going to be thinking about the way you're looking at me in this exact moment."
I reach up and brush my fingers against his high cheekbones. I don't need to use any words to talk to this man. He understands everything.
My fingers sink into his thick hair, tugging at it as he brushes his lips against mine once more. He lowers his mouth to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there and leaving me squirming. When he kisses the space between my breasts, my back arches up. His stubble scrapes against my breasts.
He leaves a trail of kisses all the way down to my belly button.
And then he goes lower.
His shoulders ripple with pure power as he moves. He holds my body possessively, like he's taking what already belongs to him.
I get impatient when I feel his breath there .
He takes his time looking at me. And then he drags his thumb down the center of my slit.
"You look like a flower that's barely bloomed," he says, drawing a whimper from my lips when he touches the bundle of nerves at the very top of my slit. "I'm going to have to pry you apart, but I'm a sick bastard. I know I'll love every second of it."
His mouth latches onto my pussy. He groans deeply, and the sound reverberates through my core.
"Fuck, you taste so innocent," he says. "You're dripping wet for your first cock."
He glances up at me, and I nearly come undone right then. Something about the sight of him between my thighs with my wetness smeared all over his mouth makes my heart beat even harder than it already is.
He tries to wiggle a finger inside me. I shy away from his touch.
"Such a needy little pussy," he says. "So fucking tight for me. I'm going to have to cram myself inside you until you get used to my size. I bet you're going to suction the come straight from my balls, leaving me with no choice but to fill you up."
His lips wrap around my clit. He tugs on it, and I see entire solar systems behind my closed eyelids.
It's stronger than anything I've ever felt, and it feels so good.
"You're going to be coming on my face every time I see you, solnishko ," he says. "You look so beautiful when you're on the brink of release."
His tongue is heavy on me. His hands are on either side of my hips. He's holding me in place as he saws his tongue up and down my slit.
"Call out my name, Briar," he says. "I'm the only man you'll ever call out for now."
"I feel something happening inside me," I gasp.
His eyes snag on mine. "Briar, have you ever had an orgasm before?"
I shake my head.
It feels like there's a ball of fire building inside me. And it feels like the fire is trying to take over all of me.
"Fuck, are you saying that you'll be having your first orgasm all over my face?" he says. "This is supposed to make me feel like a criminal, but I like the thought of that too much, princess. I like that I'm the one who'll be having all of you. Go ahead, baby. Scream my name and let it consume you. You need to be wet enough to take my big cock inside that tight little pussy."
My grip on his hair tightens. I buck my hips against him, letting his stubble scrape the inside of my thighs.
" Dimitri ." I cry out when the fire starts to expand.
"Go ahead, solnishko ," he says. "You can be a bad, bad girl when you're with me. Open these slutty thighs wider and show me how horny you are for a man."
It's the way he's so unfiltered.
So raw. So hungry. So completely and utterly authentic about who he is.
I cry out his name again, louder this time. The release takes over me like a rising tide, swelling and swelling until it's all I feel. And then it crashes, taking me under and flooding me with ecstasy.
It's stronger than I thought it would be.
I'm already addicted.
"That was...amazing," I breathe out, blinking up at the man above me.
My relief doesn't last long. He's pulling out that hard part of him. I scramble back when I see the full size of him.
I shake my head. There's no way I can take all of that inside me.
He chuckles darkly. "Where do you think you're going, solnishko ?"
His dark tone sends shivers down my body. It's strange, but I like being under the mercy of this powerful man. I like that he's holding me down and stroking his cock as he looks at my body.
"You're staring at it like it's an alien," he says.
"It looks like one," I say, swallowing.
"Well, familiarize yourself with it," he says. "You're going to be seeing a lot more of it. Do you see how swollen and hard it is for you? That's how much I need you, solnishko . That's how much I need to get inside you."
I blink. "Does it hurt?"
I don't like the thought of him hurting.
"It aches for you," he says. "I'll feel better once I'm inside your wet little pussy. You'll let me put it inside you, won't you?"
I shake my head. "I don't know if it will fit."
It's thicker than my wrist and hangs halfway down his thighs. If he gets that inside me, he’ll split me in half.
"Leave that up to me," he says, taking his cock and rubbing it against the folds of my pussy. He slides it up and down my slit, forcing me to open up to him.
I gasp at the delicious intrusion. I'm still sensitive from his mouth's assault, but a deep ache forms inside me when I see the desperation on his face.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he says, dipping the thick head of his cock inside me. When my eyes widen, he wraps his hand around my throat and says, "Keep your eyes on me the whole time. I want to see your eyes as I fill you up for the first time."
I'm light-headed now. He's cut off my oxygen and left me with no choice but to focus on his cock rubbing against me.
He reaches for his wallet. Using his teeth, he tears off the wrapper of a condom. He's about to roll it on his shaft.
I swallow. "Don't."
He pauses. "What?"
"I want to feel all of you," I say. "I need to feel all of you."
"I have to warn you that I might not be able to pull out," he says. "I might get selfish and decide to fill you up with my come."
"Maybe I want to feel that too," I say.
Everything about him hardens. His jaw, his muscles, his eyes. He's a man who knows exactly what he wants.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck. His grip tightens as he positions himself at my entrance and pushes inside me. He screws his eyes shut and curses in Russian. The pain is like nothing I've ever known.
"Stay still, darling," he grits out.
I shift my hips, trying to find comfort around his length.
"Dimitri," I whine. "You're so big inside me."
All of his body tenses. Before I know it, he thrusts all the way inside me.
The pain of it is nearly blinding.
"I'm sorry, solnishko ," he says, massaging the insides of my thighs. I see that his body is shaking. He's fighting his own need to rut inside me until he finds release. "I know it was cruel of me, but you wouldn't stop wiggling around. I had to give you every inch of me to get you to stop fidgeting."
As he continues to massage my thighs and hip bones, I feel myself start to relax. The pain mingles with pleasure. I know it's going to hurt either way, but it's going to hurt so good.
I lift my hips.
"More," I say.
His eyes turn feral. He lowers his body and hides his face in the crook of my neck.
"Little girl, you really shouldn't have said that," he says. "I was going to be gentle on you, but now, you're going to unleash the beast inside me."
He rolls his hips, getting as deep inside me as possible. He pulls out only to slam back into me.
"Tight pussies like this are made to be pounded hard," he says. "They make God-fearing men want to risk it all just for one taste. You grip me so good, solnishko . You're so tight around me, taking my cock like a champ."
His breathing turns labored as his thrusts turn shallow. I feel completely owned by this man.
He surrounds me, making up my entire world. He's all that exists in this moment. His filthy words ease the pain between my thighs.
"More," I say again, rolling my hips underneath him.
"Fuck, you're going to make me lose my mind for you all over again," he says.
Our foreheads are pressed together. Our bodies are slick with sweat. Something throbs inside my heart as he takes me without restraint. Even though he's unleashing his power on me right now, plunging his cock inside me over and over again, I know that he's still holding back.
"I shouldn't be treating a virgin like a whore, but you leave me no choice." Pulling out of me, he flips me around on the sofa. He raises my ass higher into the air and enters me with a rough thrust. He grabs my long hair, tugging at it until I get even wetter.
"Oh my God, Dimitri," I say, moaning when the angle of his hips hits a whole new spot inside me.
"I'm going to send you back home looking like you were ravaged by a man who just couldn't help himself," he says. "I'll be sending you back with my come trickling down your perfect thighs and the memory of my hands all over your supple body."
His thrusts grow more powerful as I whine for more.
It hurts, but I can't get enough. It's a delicious sort of pain that's making me delirious. I'm addicted to him already.
"You take my cock like such a good girl," he says. "You're going to let me do whatever I want to you, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm yours," I scream out. And then I blush because I don't know if I'm supposed to be saying stuff like that.
"Fuck yes, you are," he says, biting down on my shoulder as he pounds into me. "I knew it from the moment I saw you. I knew you were going to become mine one way or another."
One of his arms wraps around my breasts, holding me in place as he takes me how he wants to. His thrusts are merciless. His cock grows even bigger inside me, stretching me until he’s all I can feel.
He knocks my knees wider apart and spreads my ass cheeks. His thumb brushes against my puckered hole.
"If you could see what I'm seeing right now, you'd understand why I'm so obsessed with you," he says. "You're a fucking dream come true, solnishko ."
His hand slides back around my throat.
"You like being choked, don't you?" he asks. "You enjoy being completely under my mercy."
He bottoms out inside me with every thrust. His thrusts grow violent as he takes what he needs from me. Pleasure uncurls inside me like a forbidden flower. It's sweeter and more potent than the last time.
"Go ahead, baby doll," he says. "Come all over my big fat cock. You're allowed to like it."
With his name on my tongue, I come apart. He's right there with me.
He scoops me into his arms.
He gathers all the broken parts of me, and he holds them close to his chest. I thought he'd want me less after having me, but he holds me like he's scared to lose me.
I want to stay like this for the rest of my life, but all we have is tonight.
All we have are these stolen moments.
"I feel like you're imprinted inside my body," I say, pressing my lips against his chest. "I can still feel you inside me."
He wraps me tighter in his arms. "And you're imprinted on every cell inside my body."
"Can you just promise me one thing?" I ask.
"Anything," he says.
"Don't ever hurt me," I say. "I don't think I'll be able to take it."
He tips my chin up until I'm looking at him. He watches me like he's trying to figure me out. I'm afraid he'll ask more questions on why I just said what I did, but he only nods.
"I promise I'll never hurt you, solnishko, " he says.
And I know that he means it.
What I don't know is that in only a few weeks, my entire world would turn upside down. And he'd become the person who would hurt me the most.