Chapter Eleven
EVEN WITHOUT OPENINGmy eyes, I already knew the answer to my question, and it hurt so much that I almost felt numb with pain. You should”ve expected it, T.G., I chided myself. If a leopard can”t change its spots, well, then a jaguar can”t change its...skin color? Eye color? Oh, what does it matter?
The point was, I had turned on my side, and I had gone from half-asleep to half-dying when all I had felt next to me was cold, empty space.
He had left me.
Again.
Even after saying sorry, he had still left me.
And yet...
Oh God.
Even with pain chipping away at my heart, I just couldn”t make myself...
Oh God, why?
Why couldn”t I make myself hate him?
Why?
My throat tightened, and I automatically curled myself into a ball.
No!
I glared at the blackness behind my eyelids.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
I had already counted to a full minute, but the urge to cry was still there, and I still couldn”t make myself hate him.
Sixty-one. Sixty-two. Sixty—-
And then I heard it, the door swinging open—-
I shot up, and past the unshed tears that blurred my gaze, I saw the billionaire striding in, shirtless, barefoot, and too dangerously beautiful for any girl to fall for.
Oh God.
My lips started to tremble, and Dmitry, seeing this, seemed to turn ashen.
”I thought you l-left.” My voice wobbled shamefully in the end—-
Oh no.
I wrenched my gaze away from him.
Don”t cry, T.G. You”ll go back to being weak if you cry. So don”t—-
I felt the bed dip, and then he was there, Dmitry hauling me into his lap, and I didn”t even think. I struck his chest with a balled-up fist. ”Damn you.” He didn”t retaliate, and I struck his chest again. ”I thought you left.” I knew I was being unfair, but I had no choice. I had to be angry. I needed to be angry. Because right now, it was rage alone holding the tears back—-
”Damn you—-”
I tried hitting him again, but this time he caught both of my wrists and pinned them behind my back.
”I”m never going anywhere again,” Dmitry growled.
”Liar—-”
He cut my words off with a savage kiss, and my rage grew.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
This was exactly what I need, and I viciously sank my teeth into his lip, hard enough to make it bleed, and the billionaire yanked away with a curse. ”You little bitch—-”
”You deserve it,” I spat. ”Now let me—-” I ended up screaming as he flipped me on my stomach. Oh God. I heard him wrestling with his zipper, and my heart raced even as my rage grew out of control. ”Damn you, no—-” But this time, I ended up moaning, with Dmitry already thrusting hard inside of me.
Aaaaaah.
He pounded into me relentlessly, not speaking a single word, just gripping my hair to yank my head back as he fucked me like a dog.
And God, oh God...
I loved it.
I needed it.
Just exactly what I needed, the savage bite of his passion destroying the softer side of me, all thoughts of crying swept away...until the only thing was left was a feeling of rightness...
As our joined bodies reached its simultaneous peak, and my moans mingled with his rough pants—-
So, so right.
The hot, thick flow of his cum filling me up, my soft body shuddering against his hardness, and later, much, much later, when the last tremors of my orgasm gradually faded—-
Dmitry pulling out so he could turn me around, and as the illustrious lines of his gorgeous face softly came into focus against the rays of morning sunlight...
It was then I heard him say, ”I”m sorry.”
And it was then I realized—-
He knew.
Even without me telling him a single thing—-
He knew.
Dmitry had fed my rage, risked making love to me against my will—-
Because he knew.
He had known I”d do anything - anything - not to cry, and the only way for him to know that—-
Oh God.
The only reason a person could know you even without words being spoken—-
Just one reason.
—-was love.