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Amber.Silence wrapped around us like a heavy blanket, broken only by the ragged sound of our breathing.Zeden had rolled off me and now lay on his back, staring at the ceiling like it held answers he didn’t want.I could practically hear the storm in his head.The fear of going blind, of never seeing our faces again, of only being able to feel us from now on.“What are you thinking about?” I asked softly.“Nothing.”I snorted. “Liar.”I twisted onto my side, propping myself on one elbow to face him. “Are you thinking about the surgery? When is it scheduled?”“I haven’t fixed a date yet.”“Why not?”He exhaled slowly. “Because there were more important things to fix first. We weren’t even speaking, Amber. You wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk. I wasn’t about to plan something that big without you knowing.”“And what if I hadn’t still agreed to speak to you?” I rolled onto my back again, staring up at the same ceiling.A low, cocky chuckle left him. “I knew you would. The second I
Amber.The fire inside me roared hotter than ever, every nerve ending lit up and screaming for release.My eyes stayed squeezed shut, head thrown back against the cool vanity mirror, the glass a shocking contrast to the inferno consuming my body.One hand death-gripped the edge of the table just to keep from falling apart, while the other shamelessly pinched and rolled my right nipple through the thin fabric of my dress.Milk leaked freely now, soaking the material in warm, sticky patches where my nipples stood obscenely hard.The wet spots spread with every tug, a filthy, primal reminder of how my body had changed, still tender, still leaking from nursing our baby, yet aching for this man like some broken, addicted thing.God, I was so filthy.Messed up beyond repair.A new mother whose body hadn’t even fully healed from pushing out life, still furious at the husband who’d lied and hurt me, and yet here I was, dress rucked up around my waist, legs spread obscenely wide on the vani
Amber. His hand fisted in my hair, tugging my head back. “So don’t you ever fucking think about walking away from me again. Don’t you dare speak those words.” His eyes became glassy, like he was holding back tears.His hand still fisted my hair when fresh tears filled my eyes.It wasn’t just the pain from my scalp, it was the fact that I hated seeing him this way.He was messed up.Broken in ways I’d helped cause.And yet I still wanted him so badly it hurt.My hands quickly wrapped around him, gripping his waist.My tears soaked his tight black shirt.His hand released my hair instantly.His forehead dropped to mine, lips brushing my ear. “Don’t ever say you want to be away from me,” he whispered, voice husky and dangerous. “Unless you’re ready to drive a knife through my chest first.”“I’m sorry,” I breathed, the only words I could manage.For the last few minutes, only he had been talking.I tilted my head back, tracing my fingers gently over the corners of his eyes. “What did y
Amber.The weight of his words held me frozen in place.His hand still wrapped around my neck, not choking, just holding me there, forcing me to look at him.The realization hit the very bones in my body like gunshots.At the same time, I was trying to let go of the anger.The frustration.The exhaustion of constantly fighting the man I loved more than I hated.He spoke again, voice shakier now. “Is that what you want?” He released my neck, stepping back slightly. “That I never get to see your face again? Our kids?”Sadly, I hated seeing Zeden in his most vulnerable state. He usually looked so pathetic then, almost human, almost breakable. And I knew that was exactly why he had built those massive walls around his emotions in the first place.To never appear weak.To never let anyone see the cracks.And right now, I had been one of the first people to push him into this state.To make the unbreakable man tremble.The guilt twisted deep in my chest, mixing with something darker, hung
Amber. “You neglected us, just to attend a stupid mafia business thing. You caused me a lifetime of pain, Zeden. All because you were at some club having a girl stick her tongue in your mouth, grinding on you. And what else would you call that, dear husband? All these things you did in just a few hours! And you simply want me to forget? How could I? Tell me, Zeden…”I almost sobbed, but I wiped my eyes roughly with the back of my hand.“No. I won’t cry…” I said in a shaky tone, trying to slowly walk away.But he stopped me again, his hand wrapping around my neck from behind, tilting my head up closer to his face.I felt his hot breath on my skin.“I’m sorry. It’d never happen again. How do you want me to make it up to you? I’m tired of this distance between us. It’s too much. And it’s making me feel useless. And I hate this feeling. Tell me already…”His right hand tightened slightly around my neck, not choking, just holding. His forehead pressed to mine.“I would stand in the midd
Amber.I couldn’t look him in the eye.The fire in my chest burned so hot I thought it would never go out.All the anger inside me was impossible to stop, a living thing that twisted and clawed every time I breathed.But yes… he was right.I had missed him.Fuck, I had missed him so much it hurt in places I didn’t even know could ache.I had fingered myself in the dark while little Yulia slept peacefully in her crib, biting my lip to stay quiet, imagining his hands, his mouth, his cock stretching me open the way only he could.The other night, when he stood outside the door waiting for me to let him in, I had sat on the cold floor with my back pressed to the wood, just listening to him breathe.The door between us wasn’t enough to stop the filthy images flooding my mind, him bending me over, taking me rough and deep, filling me until I couldn’t think of anything but him.Even now, with him this close, I wanted to squeeze my pathetic, needy body against his.I wanted his arms wrapped ar
Amber.His free hand cracked down on my ass, sharp, stinging.I screamed, my pussy clamping down so hard he groaned.“Again,” I begged. “Please, mark me.”He spanked me harder, left cheek, right cheek, over and over until my skin burned bright red.Each slap drove me higher, made me wetter, made
Amber.A few minutes passed while Zeden stood by the door.His arms are crossed, eyes locked on me with that quiet, burning patience that always made my skin prickle.He didn’t rush me.He just waited, watching every movement as I pulled on the new clothes we’d barely had time to pay for.A black sh
Amber. My legs carried me forward before my brain could catch up and scream no. It was like my body had already signed the contract—eager, shameless, addicted to every twisted command he threw at me. I wanted the mess. The humiliation. The way it made my pulse hammer between my thighs. I want
Amber.I walked behind Zeden, heels clicking unevenly on the concrete floor.Rukov and Roberto flanked us like shadows, silent and watchful, bodies angled slightly forward as if ready to catch bullets meant for us.Their eyes scanned every corner of the dim space, hands hovering near concealed







