MasukThis book is officially over. I can't believe I finished it. There were times I wanted to give up. Times I did at some point, but for some reason, I always found the energy to push through. I want to thank everyone who gave this book a chance. Without you, this book wouldn't be as successful as it
“Nikolai, I- ouch” She takes a step towards me and then stops, her face twisting into a grimace. I'm at her side in an instant, my hands around her shoulder, steadying her, “What's wrong?” I ask, my gaze scanning her carefully. My eyes land on the thin ragged line on her knee. The edges are raw, a
To be honest I wouldn't blame her if she did. She’d just seen me torture information out of a man. A man who deserves every bit of pain I dished out to him and more but still. Ava wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to seeing other people suffer. I was. I thought I could shield her from the darknes
Nikolai There's a solid second that follows after I see her, where the two of us just stare at each other, neither one of us willing to break contact first. Fuck. She wasn't supposed to be here. How the hell did she even find this place? "Ava, wait," Her eyes widened, a flicker of panic cross
I don’t. My pulse dips, and my heart rate spikes. The passageway is dark and the light seeping in from the library barely serves as an adequate lighting source. I whip out my phone and turn on the flashlight, barely containing the scream that threatens to erupt from my throat, when I see a roach s
The drawing is far from perfect, but it's perfect enough to make Kira smile, and that's enough for me. “Do you think Papa will like it?” I smile softly, brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her face. "I think your papa will love it.” Kira's smile brightens even more. The door to the
She trembles, her lips parting. Her eyes are wide with the same wild look from last night. Lust. “I didn't” she lies. I laugh, tilting her chin up gently to meet my gaze, “Chertov lzhets.” I whisper harshly and slam my lips on hers. (Fucking liar.) Her body stiffens, and the hand on my chest tr
Nikolai I'm unable to pull my gaze away from my wife throughout the entire ceremony whereas she has no trouble avoiding my gaze. Even now, at the reception, she flits around the room like a vision, effortlessly charming everyone she encounters. Everyone loves her, even Tatiana's grandmother whic
Clearly, red works better for me My gaze slips lower, drawn to the thigh-high slit by the side of her dress, revealing her toned legs. Legs that I'd imagined wrapped around my waist more times than I can remember. Her hair is pinned back behind her ear, and a few stray curls cascade loosely arou
My fingers toy with the strings of my shorts, my breath coming out in rough, uneven pants as I weigh the potential consequences of what I'm about to do. On the one hand, Nikolai never finds out about this; he never knows that there's a time like now when I contemplate touching myself to the memory







