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Amber. The sharp pain in my waist from where he shoved me was nothing compared to the deeper ache ripping through my chest. Nothing compared to having a husband who looked at me like a stranger. Who didn’t remember the nights he’d burned my skin with his touch, fucked me whenever he wanted, broke me and then pieced me back together like I was his only salvation. It didn’t compare at all. “Did you remember something, Zeden?” I whispered, slowly pushing myself up from the floor. In a rush of desperation I was right in his face, staring up at the man I loved more than life, whose bandaged eyes showed zero remorse for pushing me away. “Answer me!” I shouted. His jaw clenched hard. His head tilted slightly, like my voice had triggered something dangerous inside him. For a second his bandaged eyes shut tight, then opened again. “Why the fuck does it matter?” His voice was ice-cold, shaking me to my bones. “You’re blonde. Of course that’s what I’d call you. It’s just a fucking desc

Amber. The next morning came too soon, pale light filtering through the curtains like it had no right to be gentle after the night I’d endured. I woke early, my body aching in places I didn’t want to name, and went straight to Yulia. She fussed softly in her crib, her tiny hands reaching for me as I lifted her, fed her, changed her, and rocked her back to sleep with whispered promises I wasn’t sure I could keep. Once she settled, I asked one of the maids to stay with her. “Don’t leave her side,” I said quietly. “I’ll be back soon.”My heart hammered as I made my way down the hall toward Zeden’s— Our —room. I didn’t know if he’d even let me in, but I had to try. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open without knocking and stepped inside.Rukov stood near the bed, his arms crossed, while a young nurse worked carefully beside Zeden. He sat upright on the edge of the mattress, shirtless, shoulders tense. The nurse was slowly peeling away the old bandage, the fabric sticking

Zeden. “There’s a fucking spy in my house, Rukov.” I took a long, slow drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke burn my lungs before exhaling it toward the ceiling. The nicotine did nothing to dull the fire in my eyes, but it sharpened the edges of my thoughts. Rukov stood near the window, still processing, confusion thick in his silence. I could feel it rolling off him.“If there’s a spy among the boys, then we do what we usually do — bait them. Put them in a test,” he suggested finally. “But what has the spy got to do with the whole act toward Amber then?”“That’s the point.” I paced slowly, tapping stick clicking against the floor with every step. “It’s not among the boys. It’s one of those lowly goddamn maids. I just can’t pick out which one yet. And I can’t start torturing them one by one while Amber’s hovering around like a fucking guardian angel. One silly disadvantage of getting stuck with someone so opposite of me.” I hissed the last words, throwing the smoked-out ciga

Amber. Even with his dead eyes, he kissed me like he still owned every inch of my soul. And the only thing I could think about in that moment was how it felt to be touched again by the one man who had completely ruined me for anyone else.God.His mouth was rough, demanding, claiming — like he was punishing me and devouring me at the same time. I melted into it before my brain could catch up, a broken whimper slipping out as his tongue pushed past my lips. My hands flew to his bare chest, fingers digging into warm, hard muscle while his arm locked around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.He walked me backward without breaking the kiss, guiding me until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I fell onto the mattress with a soft gasp, my heart hammering. Zeden didn’t give me time to think. He knelt right there on the floor between my legs, his strong hands gripping my thighs and folding them apart, spreading me wide open for him like I was still his to ruin whenever

Amber. We were both gasping, our chests heaving as we lay tangled on the floor. Sweat slicked our skin, the air thick with the scent of sex and need. I turned onto my side, inching closer until my body pressed against his. My lips found his heated chest, kissing every inch of warm, firm skin. I lingered over his nipples, my tongue flicking across one, then the other, feeling them harden under my mouth. He didn’t stop me. Instead his fingers slid into my hair, fisting tight as I moved. I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist for a moment before sliding lower. My kisses trailed down his stomach, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt on his skin. Lower still, until I reached the sharp cut of his hips and the dark trail leading down. I slid further down his body, settling between his spread thighs. His cock was still hard, thick and glistening from how wet I’d been. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling it twitch at my touch. I leaned in, pressing a sof