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LILIANAThis woman again. In front of me. She might look like she’s smiling, but somewhere underneath all that fakeness is a viper waiting to tear me apart. My heart cannot stop trying to beat its way out of my chest and abandon me to my fate. I quickly mask my shock with a calmness I don’t even know I possess. “What are you doing here?” My voice stays hard as steel. Damian passes me a sideways glance. “You know her?”I swallow tightly, trying to choose my words with care. She’s manipulative enough to turn those words against you. “How can I forget the face of my own mother?” I spit, keeping my eyes pinned on her. She brushes invisible lint from her clothes and gives me an unimpressed look after glancing around at the living room. “Is that how you welcome your mother?”“When she treats me like rags and reminds me with every second she gets that I’m the reason why my sister died? Then, yes.”“What?” Even Damian is unable to conceal his shock at the revelation.“I don’t care where yo
DAMIANThe moment the vain woman exits, I call the guard who let her in and give him a stern warning. “If that woman ever does as much as step foot inside this estate, I’ll have you tied to a porsche and dragged like a rag doll all over the streets of Sochi.”He nods several times. “Yes, Pakhan.” As I turn in Liliana’s direction, she ignores me like one would a ghost, making a beeline for the stairs. The last picture on her face is akin to a look of resentment before she turned away.“Lily—”She whirls around so fast she almost gets a whiplash. “What?” Her chest rises and falls with so much anger. But her eyes—they tell another tale. One I’m willing to find out. What the hell did I do?She resumes walking like her behind is on fire and the only way to put it out is getting as far away from me as possible.“Don’t…” I heave a sigh. “What’s going on? Can you just talk to me?” It’s like the person I was with is a whole different person some hours ago. She doesn’t stop. She’s flying the
LILIANAI can't look away no matter how bad I feel the impulse to. Damian's gaze burns into me, never looking away—it’s like he is staring into my soul and drawing out my words. Even if that isn't his intention, they are already spilling out. All the memories I've tried so hard to bury. So, there's no stopping now.“When Lajla left,” I continue, reducing my voice to barely a whisper, “I found a letter she wrote me. She told me to try and be everything our mother wanted. She said…maybe then, she would finally love me.” My fingers trembled slightly in my laps. Unable to hold his gaze anymore, I turn to them, tracing the tiny lines. The deception in Lajla's words… She did it for me, but she thought wrong.I can still see my sister's scrawled handwriting in the back of my mind, can feel the hope in her words. Oh God, I was so stupid to believe it.“So, I did,” I continue. “I stayed. I did everything my mother asked. I went to college nearby, smiled when…when all I wanted to do was scre
LILIANA…he’s gone.Before the first spill of sunlight, he’s out of my room. All I’m left with are the memories of stolen kisses here and there, straying fingers in my scalp and strong arms keeping me warm. I tried to ignore the warning bells in my head and just relax while it lasted. It worked for a while at least. Now, he’s gone. “Do you think he’d end up with a Mary Sue who’s got mommy issues?” I muse, laughing at myself. To my merit, I’m freer than I’ve been in forever. The weight that used to pull me down is non-existent. Dragging myself out of bed, I go to take a bath. It’s while I’m in the bathroom that the door opens and someone walks in. Immediately, I’m wary of the intruder because of what happened the last time. “Whoever it is, could you just wait outside?” I tell them. The footsteps retreat and the door closes again.A short while after I’ve changed into a cotton shirt and pants, I notice a tray of food on the coffee table. It feels like I’m walking into a Deja Vu this
LILIANAI settle into the passenger seat, smoothing the dress over my thighs and feeling self-conscious while doing it. The silk clings to my skin and the floral print is vibrant against the black. Alice really did choose well.The low rumble of the car reverberates through me as Damian takes his place right next to me in the driver’s seat and starts the engine. “So,” I start, feeling jittery anticipation about the sudden trip, “where are we going?”He glances at me, and his lips curl into the most beautiful smile. “You’ll see soon enough.”“That’s not fair,” I argue but he only grins widely with mystery dancing in the yin and yang depths of his eyes. “You’re too damn impatient, Lily. What did they teach you about patient dogs?”“They die hungry?” When he slants me an incredulous look, I burst out laughing. “I’m not a dog and I’m definitely not patient. We’ve established that fact. Now can you tell me that you’re not selling me off again?”Slowly, the smile slips off his face and his
DAMIAN“Come here,” I say, patting my thigh.She freezes and her eyes go round like I just suggested something insane. Which, I suppose, I did. She searches my face to see if I might crack a grin and say I’m joking. I don’t.“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” she sputters. A smirk tugs at my lips. “Probably. But don’t be scared.” My fingers drum lazily on my leg. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”The sight of her so worked up like this is something for sore eyes. She’s cute like that. I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head, debating her decisions. She could stay safe in the co-pilot’s seat, but I know she won’t. Curiosity always wins with her.Finally, she blows out a sharp exhale and unfastens the seatbelt. The faint click is swallowed up by the hum of the engine. Her hands clench and release by her side as she pushes herself up. She looks hesitant, but in that stiffness, there’s something else shining in her eyes. The moment she is within reach, I don’t give her a cha
LILIANA Damian’s hands are everywhere–skimming up and down my back, caressing my thighs, grabbing my ass, thumbs stroking just shy of my panties. He moves like he’s trying to memorize the feel of me. I move over him just to see what it does to him and how much his self-restraint can take. It’s a dangerous thing to attempt on the plane, but I can’t help myself. His grip tightens to halt my movement, at the same time that a curse leaves his lips. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he breathes, touching our foreheads together as he tries to gain control. I smirk, leaning back in so I can join our lips back together. He captures mine and moves hungrily against me. I press closer, and with slow rolls of my hips, I continue to tease him. Thread by thread, his restraints begin to snap. “Liliana…” His voice is wrecked. “You like it when I do that?” His fingers dig into my thighs, his response a low, guttural sound from the depths of him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.” In my l
LILIANALunch is served a little too late by the time I’ve showered and changed into a fresh, grey cotton t-shirt that stops mid thighs. It is at the moment, the most comfortable style of clothing I own. Halfway down the stairs, I hear a feminine voice giggling, as welll as Damian entertaining them. Curiosity spurs me faster and I realize who would be having lunch with us. Before I can announce my presence, she spots me first and her smile falters only by a fraction. “We were just talking about you.”Of course. I hide my unease with a grin. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”Why does she look so damn familiar?Damian finally turns to me, studying me with eyes that seem to see right through me. “Took you forever to get down here.”My hands clench into fists by my side as I come to stand by the table, not even bothering to hide the displeasure on my face. “I was busy sorting my stuff.”“Your stuff, huh?” A corner of his lips quirk up. He rises from his seat, tall and commanding in a
LILIANALunch is served a little too late by the time I’ve showered and changed into a fresh, grey cotton t-shirt that stops mid thighs. It is at the moment, the most comfortable style of clothing I own. Halfway down the stairs, I hear a feminine voice giggling, as welll as Damian entertaining them. Curiosity spurs me faster and I realize who would be having lunch with us. Before I can announce my presence, she spots me first and her smile falters only by a fraction. “We were just talking about you.”Of course. I hide my unease with a grin. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”Why does she look so damn familiar?Damian finally turns to me, studying me with eyes that seem to see right through me. “Took you forever to get down here.”My hands clench into fists by my side as I come to stand by the table, not even bothering to hide the displeasure on my face. “I was busy sorting my stuff.”“Your stuff, huh?” A corner of his lips quirk up. He rises from his seat, tall and commanding in a
LILIANA Damian’s hands are everywhere–skimming up and down my back, caressing my thighs, grabbing my ass, thumbs stroking just shy of my panties. He moves like he’s trying to memorize the feel of me. I move over him just to see what it does to him and how much his self-restraint can take. It’s a dangerous thing to attempt on the plane, but I can’t help myself. His grip tightens to halt my movement, at the same time that a curse leaves his lips. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he breathes, touching our foreheads together as he tries to gain control. I smirk, leaning back in so I can join our lips back together. He captures mine and moves hungrily against me. I press closer, and with slow rolls of my hips, I continue to tease him. Thread by thread, his restraints begin to snap. “Liliana…” His voice is wrecked. “You like it when I do that?” His fingers dig into my thighs, his response a low, guttural sound from the depths of him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.” In my l
DAMIAN“Come here,” I say, patting my thigh.She freezes and her eyes go round like I just suggested something insane. Which, I suppose, I did. She searches my face to see if I might crack a grin and say I’m joking. I don’t.“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” she sputters. A smirk tugs at my lips. “Probably. But don’t be scared.” My fingers drum lazily on my leg. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”The sight of her so worked up like this is something for sore eyes. She’s cute like that. I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head, debating her decisions. She could stay safe in the co-pilot’s seat, but I know she won’t. Curiosity always wins with her.Finally, she blows out a sharp exhale and unfastens the seatbelt. The faint click is swallowed up by the hum of the engine. Her hands clench and release by her side as she pushes herself up. She looks hesitant, but in that stiffness, there’s something else shining in her eyes. The moment she is within reach, I don’t give her a cha
LILIANAI settle into the passenger seat, smoothing the dress over my thighs and feeling self-conscious while doing it. The silk clings to my skin and the floral print is vibrant against the black. Alice really did choose well.The low rumble of the car reverberates through me as Damian takes his place right next to me in the driver’s seat and starts the engine. “So,” I start, feeling jittery anticipation about the sudden trip, “where are we going?”He glances at me, and his lips curl into the most beautiful smile. “You’ll see soon enough.”“That’s not fair,” I argue but he only grins widely with mystery dancing in the yin and yang depths of his eyes. “You’re too damn impatient, Lily. What did they teach you about patient dogs?”“They die hungry?” When he slants me an incredulous look, I burst out laughing. “I’m not a dog and I’m definitely not patient. We’ve established that fact. Now can you tell me that you’re not selling me off again?”Slowly, the smile slips off his face and his
LILIANA…he’s gone.Before the first spill of sunlight, he’s out of my room. All I’m left with are the memories of stolen kisses here and there, straying fingers in my scalp and strong arms keeping me warm. I tried to ignore the warning bells in my head and just relax while it lasted. It worked for a while at least. Now, he’s gone. “Do you think he’d end up with a Mary Sue who’s got mommy issues?” I muse, laughing at myself. To my merit, I’m freer than I’ve been in forever. The weight that used to pull me down is non-existent. Dragging myself out of bed, I go to take a bath. It’s while I’m in the bathroom that the door opens and someone walks in. Immediately, I’m wary of the intruder because of what happened the last time. “Whoever it is, could you just wait outside?” I tell them. The footsteps retreat and the door closes again.A short while after I’ve changed into a cotton shirt and pants, I notice a tray of food on the coffee table. It feels like I’m walking into a Deja Vu this
LILIANAI can't look away no matter how bad I feel the impulse to. Damian's gaze burns into me, never looking away—it’s like he is staring into my soul and drawing out my words. Even if that isn't his intention, they are already spilling out. All the memories I've tried so hard to bury. So, there's no stopping now.“When Lajla left,” I continue, reducing my voice to barely a whisper, “I found a letter she wrote me. She told me to try and be everything our mother wanted. She said…maybe then, she would finally love me.” My fingers trembled slightly in my laps. Unable to hold his gaze anymore, I turn to them, tracing the tiny lines. The deception in Lajla's words… She did it for me, but she thought wrong.I can still see my sister's scrawled handwriting in the back of my mind, can feel the hope in her words. Oh God, I was so stupid to believe it.“So, I did,” I continue. “I stayed. I did everything my mother asked. I went to college nearby, smiled when…when all I wanted to do was scre
DAMIANThe moment the vain woman exits, I call the guard who let her in and give him a stern warning. “If that woman ever does as much as step foot inside this estate, I’ll have you tied to a porsche and dragged like a rag doll all over the streets of Sochi.”He nods several times. “Yes, Pakhan.” As I turn in Liliana’s direction, she ignores me like one would a ghost, making a beeline for the stairs. The last picture on her face is akin to a look of resentment before she turned away.“Lily—”She whirls around so fast she almost gets a whiplash. “What?” Her chest rises and falls with so much anger. But her eyes—they tell another tale. One I’m willing to find out. What the hell did I do?She resumes walking like her behind is on fire and the only way to put it out is getting as far away from me as possible.“Don’t…” I heave a sigh. “What’s going on? Can you just talk to me?” It’s like the person I was with is a whole different person some hours ago. She doesn’t stop. She’s flying the
LILIANAThis woman again. In front of me. She might look like she’s smiling, but somewhere underneath all that fakeness is a viper waiting to tear me apart. My heart cannot stop trying to beat its way out of my chest and abandon me to my fate. I quickly mask my shock with a calmness I don’t even know I possess. “What are you doing here?” My voice stays hard as steel. Damian passes me a sideways glance. “You know her?”I swallow tightly, trying to choose my words with care. She’s manipulative enough to turn those words against you. “How can I forget the face of my own mother?” I spit, keeping my eyes pinned on her. She brushes invisible lint from her clothes and gives me an unimpressed look after glancing around at the living room. “Is that how you welcome your mother?”“When she treats me like rags and reminds me with every second she gets that I’m the reason why my sister died? Then, yes.”“What?” Even Damian is unable to conceal his shock at the revelation.“I don’t care where yo
DAMIAN…I’m falling. So fast that it’s impossible to put a brake on it if I wanted to. So hard that I’m sure to shatter into a thousand pieces after I land. The picture of Liliana sitting on the floor with her thighs spread and finger between them hits me so intensely that my eyes roll to the back of my head.It’s her. She makes me lose my bearings, snatching the wheel right out of my hands and steering me in whatsoever direction she chooses. I’m not complaining.I will go to the fucking ends of the world if she so decides. It’s like my body’s automatic reaction to her and I don’t mind if it’s a distraction. No matter how healthy or unhealthy anyone thinks it is.When we both lower down to earth, I don’t wait in my seat, but she’s coming to meet me as well. I gather her into my arms and immediately merge our lips together, slanting my lips over hers and hooking my arms around her body. She responds by opening up to grant me access into that beautiful mouth, expertly rolling her ton