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GiannaRegret isn’t what I should feel after the most exciting night of my life.Shame shouldn’t be either. Yet both cling to me anyway.I can’t stop my mind from reeling back to the way Dmitry’s palms struck my cheeks, the way he gagged me, the way he controlled every single passing second. And how much I enjoyed it.I must be sick to have liked him manhandling me.I am sick.I look down at him. He’s fast asleep, face relaxed, long lashes resting against his skin, that faint cunning smile still playing on his lips like he’s dreaming of more ways to wreck me.Fucking asshole.He does look almost adorable when he’s quiet.Heat creeps up my neck when I remember I confessed my feelings to him.Fuck.I love him.I meant it when I said it, so why does my chest feel tight?My stomach drops instantly.Kevin.Gianna, what are you even doing?Do I actually enjoy the attention they all give me? It’s fun, sure. But now it feels real.And that makes it a little terrifying.I reach for his shirt o

Dmitry “What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?” I bark, my voice echoing through the hallway as my eyes bore into Donny. The guard’s head hangs low. “Boss… she left this morning. Some guy picked her up.” My fists clench at my sides. What the fuck happened? She was just in my bed. She was just— Frustration claws through my veins like acid. Only Gianna Ramirez is capable of pushing me to the point where I completely lose my senses. “You let her leave without asking me first?” I ask slowly. Donny opens his mouth, then closes it again like he realizes there’s no answer that won’t get him killed. “I thought you knew,” he says carefully. “She said you were aware she’d be heading over to her place for a while.” Her place. I nod once, dismissing him with a sharp wave of my hand before storming up the stairs two at a time. What the hell changed in three hours? I shove her bedroom door open, searching for any clue but there's nothing. The room is almost untouched, her bed still

GiannaThe door is wide open, and the one person I never thought would find me is standing there in the doorway, his gaze burning straight into me while I’m still wrapped in Braide’s arms.“What the fuck is going on here, Gianna?” Dmitry barks again.Instead of pulling away like any sane person probably would, panic surges through me and I instinctively press deeper into Braide’s embrace, my fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping me from falling.Dmitry looks furious.His eyes are blazing, jaw tight, the anger radiating off him that makes the air in the room feel heavy and suffocating.“It isn’t what it looks like,” Braide starts, his voice careful.But Dmitry cuts him off before he can even finish.“I’m not talking to you.”The words come out sharp and cold, his eyes never leaving mine for even a second.“I’m talking to my ward,” he grits out, the last word sounding like it physically pains him to say it.Then his gaze finally flickers toward Braid

DmitryGianna is beautiful. Her eyes squint just so when she smiles, and a dimple—one-sided, mischievous—pops out like it’s showing off. When she frowns from concentrating too hard, her eyes glisten, her forehead creasing in a way that makes me want to smooth it out myself.But right now… she’s caught off guard. Surprised by the rawness of my words. That’s a different kind of pretty entirely. An ethereal beauty that seizes my breath and ignites a protectiveness I didn't think I had, and maybe… claim her all over again.“I didn’t say you were pretty,” she claims, brushing her hair off her flushed face.“But you called me ‘pretty boy,’ didn’t you… Mummy?” I coo, and immediately realize my teasing might’ve backfired—because yeah, my cock just betrayed me with a sudden, hard jerk in my pants.Talk about being auto-sexual.“M-Mummy?” she repeats, brow raised in pure disbelief.“You don’t get it yet, do you?” I murmur, leaning closer, letting the words sink in. “I’m a gone man for you. I l