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  Fuck.

  The billionaire reached under her skirt, and Tahey could only whimper when she felt and heard him rip her panties off. Oh God. Maybe other women would find such a gesture a turn off, but Tahey only found it exciting. He was so much larger and stronger than her, so much more powerful that she knew, every time they fucked, there'd always be a sense of danger, always be the slimmest possibility that he could break her.

  And God...she loved it was so, and Tahey could only shudder and cry out as she finally succeeded in freeing his cock from his pants.

  She shakily rose up on her knees just as his hands gripped the cheeks of her butt. Their gazes collided, glittering golden eyes turning hotter and hotter as Tahey slowly impaled herself on his cock.

  Aaaaaaaah.

  It was the most beautiful sight, seeing Tahey's beautiful face gradually change as the walls of her pussy closed around his cock, and a harsh growl pushed past his gritted teeth as she finally managed to take all of him in.

  She started to move, started to ride him like he taught her, and Dmitry watched her all the while, intoxicated and obsessed by the play of emotions on Tahey's face. And when their eyes clashed anew—-

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  It was still there. The one thing that terrified him even as he found himself desperately craving for it at the same time.

  I love you.

  She had only said it once with her lips, but he heard it every day, heard it every damn time her doe eyes drifted to his. And now, as Tahey bounced up and down on his cock, head thrown back, breasts jiggling, her big, dark eyes clung to him—-

  I love you, I love you, I love you.

  Her gaze told him that over and over, and it was just too fucking much. As he felt his balls start to tighten, Dmitry quickly reached down between their bodies until he found her sensitive little nub of flesh.

  Tahey gasped when she felt the billionaire start stroking her clit, and when he started stroking harder, her movements became wilder and less controlled. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. She tried to make it last, but when he suddenly caught one of her breasts, and she felt him bite her nipple just as he pinched her clit—-

  Aaaaaaaaaaaah.

  She cried his name out as she started to cum, and a while later she heard the billionaire hiss as he started cumming as well, his cock unloading his seed in such hot, powerful spurts that for one moment, she almost felt her belly was about to explode by the very fullness of it.

  Dmitry felt Tahey's body collapse limply against his, but he continued to thrust in and out of her, taking hold of her hips so he could lift her up and down. He heard her mumble a protest, but with a few more thrusts, he felt Tahey start to respond again.

  He switched their positions then, standing up and placing one knee on the couch while he had Tahey half lying over the armrest. Afterwards, he took a firm hold of her waist, pulled out, and then slammed back inside of her from behind.

  Tahey couldn't help but whimper as the billionaire started fucking from her behind. Oh God. Tired and spent as she was, she still couldn't help but crave more of his possession, and soon she found herself clawing at the side of the couch as Dmitry's hips began pumping into her at breathtaking speed.

  Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

  And then it started again, her pleasure peaking then taking over—-

  So good.

  It was so, so good.

  Too good.

  But as she started to lose consciousness, her last thought was one of helpless fear and despair.

  If she woke up tomorrow...would she be alone again?

  Chapter Eleven

  Even without opening my eyes, I already knew the answer to my question, and it hurt so much that I almost felt numb with pain. You should've expected it, T.G., I chided myself. If a leopard can't change its spots, well, then a jaguar can't change its...skin color? Eye color? Oh, what does it matter?

  The point was, I had turned on my side, and I had gone from half-asleep to half-dying when all I had felt next to me was cold, empty space.

  He had left me.

  Again.

  Even after saying sorry, he had still left me.

  And yet...

  Oh God.

  Even with pain chipping away at my heart, I just couldn't make myself...

  Oh God, why?

  Why couldn't I make myself hate him?

  Why?

  My throat tightened, and I automatically curled myself into a ball.

  No!

  I glared at the blackness behind my eyelids.

  One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

  I had already counted to a full minute, but the urge to cry was still there, and I still couldn't make myself hate him.

  Sixty-one. Sixty-two. Sixty—-

  And then I heard it, the door swinging open—-

  I shot up, and past the unshed tears that blurred my gaze, I saw the billionaire striding in, shirtless, barefoot, and too dangerously beautiful for any girl to fall for.

  Oh God.

  My lips started to tremble, and Dmitry, seeing this, seemed to turn ashen.

  "I thought you l-left." My voice wobbled shamefully in the end—-

  Oh no.

  I wrenched my gaze away from him.

  Don't cry, T.G. You'll go back to being weak if you cry. So don't—-

  I felt the bed dip, and then he was there, Dmitry hauling me into his lap, and I didn't even think. I struck his chest with a balled-up fist. "Damn you." He didn't retaliate, and I struck his chest again. "I thought you left." I knew I was being unfair, but I had no choice. I had to be angry. I needed to be angry. Because right now, it was rage alone holding the tears back—-

  "Damn you—-"

  I tried hitting him again, but this time he caught both of my wrists and pinned them behind my back.

  "I'm never going anywhere again," Dmitry growled.

  "Liar—-"

  He cut my words off with a savage kiss, and my rage grew.

  Yes. Yes. Yes.

  This was exactly what I need, and I viciously sank my teeth into his lip, hard enough to make it bleed, and the billionaire yanked away with a curse. "You little bitch—-"

  "You deserve it," I spat. "Now let me—-" I ended up screaming as he flipped me on my stomach. Oh God. I heard him wrestling with his zipper, and my heart raced even as my rage grew out of control. "Damn you, no—-" But this time, I ended up moaning, with Dmitry already thrusting hard inside of me.

  Aaaaaah.

  He pounded into me relentlessly, not speaking a single word, just gripping my hair to yank my head back as he fucked me like a dog.

  And God, oh God...

  I loved it.

  I needed it.

  Just exactly what I needed, the savage bite of his passion destroying the softer side of me, all thoughts of crying swept away...until the only thing was left was a feeling of rightness...

  As our joined bodies reached its simultaneous peak, and my moans mingled with his rough pants—-

  So, so right.

  The hot, thick flow of his cum filling me up, my soft body shuddering against his hardness, and later, much, much later, when the last tremors of my orgasm gradually faded—-

  Dmitry pulling out so he could turn me around, and as the illustrious lines of his gorgeous face softly came into focus against the rays of morning sunlight...

  It was then I heard him say, "I'm sorry."

  And it was then I realized—-

  He knew.

  Even without me telling him a single thing—-

  He knew.

  Dmitry had fed my rage, risked making love to me against my will—-

  Because he knew.

  He had known I'd do anything - anything - not to cry, and the only way for him to know that—-

  Oh God.

  The only reason a person could know you even without words being spoken—-

  Just one reason.

  —-was love.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tahey was finally sleeping. She
had been a nervous wreck the whole day, and of course he had only himself to blame for it. This morning, while still at her apartment, Dmitry had taken pains to explain his absence. I just made us coffee, baby. That's all. And since she had laughed a little at this, he had thought everything was fine...until he suggested she take another day off and saw her start glaring down at her half-eaten croissant.

  Since he knew this meant she was once again fighting back tears, Dmitry had swiftly amended his words. I shall be out all day attending meetings. If you are not too tired, I would be pleased to have you wait for me at my apartment.

  Tahey was already nodding her head even before he had finished speaking. I'm not tired at all, Tahey had told him eagerly, and since her eyes were no longer sad, Dmitry thought he had finally succeeded in quelling her fears.

  And so it seemed that way at first...until he came back to his apartment and realized how fucking badly he had hurt her. Tahey had been waiting for him in his living room, and the first thing he noticed was the way she refused to meet his gaze when he said hello.

  Instead, she simply kept glaring down at the coffee table, and so at once Dmitry had crouched down on one knee and reached for Tahey's hands, which were tightly clasped over her lap.

  Tell me what's wrong.

  She had shaken her head at first, refusing to say a word, but when the billionaire forced her hands to loosen and brought them to her lips, kissing her knuckles ever so gently...

  It was only then that she finally said the words—-

  You make me so happy, Dmitry...that it scares me.

  And only then did he realize how much power he wielded over Tahey.

  With just a few words, she had given him power he had never asked for, one she would've been better off keeping to herself.

  Just a few damn words, and he now had the power - so much damn power over her that the sheer innocence of her action almost drove Dmitry mad with bitterness and frustration.

  Why are you such a fucking fool?

  Can't you fucking see I don't deserve you?

  Don't you know that a part of me still despises you, and maybe I always will?

  The sick, bitter, twisted side of Dmitry had wanted to snarl out those very words, make it fucking clear to Tahey that what they had was nothing but a train wreck waiting to happen.

  And yet...

  Somehow...

  Despite all the years he had lived in the darkness of his rage—-

  He had somehow found a way to control himself.

  Seeing Tahey tremble before him and hearing her voice shake as she told him how happy he made her, his own heart had shuddered, her painful honesty forcing him to be just as honest—-

  Dmitry had swept her up in his arms after that, carrying her to his bedroom and making love to her like she was his most precious thing. And he did so because she was that.

  His most precious thing.

  Even if a part of him still blamed her for his sister's death.

  Chapter Thirteen

  "Um, wow." It was the morning after Tahey's first, er, sleepover at Dmitry's apartment, and while having breakfast, her boss-turned-lover very casually asked her to move in with him. "Did you really just say—-"

  "If you make me repeat myself," Dmitry said seriously, "then consider the offer rescind—-"

  Tahey quickly cut him off, saying happily, "I would totally love to move in. Just say when—-"

  "Tonight then."

  Her eyes widened. "Did you—-"

  Dmitry simply looked at her.

  "What I mean is," Tahey hurriedly corrected herself, "tonight can't come any sooner."

  "I'll get a moving company to take care of it right away," the billionaire told her, "so there's nothing for you to worry about."

  "Um..." Tahey couldn't believe how hard it was not to ask Dmitry to repeat himself. Or if he was serious.

  Dmitry frowned as he watched Tahey squirm in her seat in an effort to contain her silence. "Stop that."

  "Stop what?"

  He dealt her an impatient look. "Squirming." He supposed her incredulity was to be expected. He had gone from hating the sight of her to asking Tahey to move in with him in a figurative nanosecond. But if she were expecting him to take things slow, well...it was obvious she still had much to understand about him.

  His first taste of Tahey had only made him hunger for more, and now that Dmitry had made up his mind to keep her as his lover, the billionaire saw no point in denying themselves of what they both wanted.

  Which was...

  Tahey, busy at that moment in trying her best not to squirm, could only let out a gasp when the billionaire suddenly scooped her off the seat...and place her on his lap.

  "Um..."

  Riiiiip.

  Were those her—-

  Cool air tickled her pussy.

  Yup.

  Those were her panties, and they were now—-

  Ziiiiiip.

  That sound.

  She knew that sound now.

  Her head jerked up, and golden eyes captured hers...just as she felt him lift her up—-

  Aaaaaah.

  His cock thrust up inside of her as he stood up, and Tahey could only whimper as she struggled to find some balance, her arms circling his neck and her legs locking around his waist while he started to walk.

  "Dmitry..."

  Fuck. He had been planning to take Tahey to his bedroom so he could make love to her properly, but with the sweet whimper of her voice catching him off guard, Dmitry could only go as far as the living room...wall.

  Tahey clung to Dmitry's massive shoulders as her back slid up against the wall at the force of his thrusts. God. She had thought, rather foolishly she knew now, that after making love a few times, sex would feel a little bit more familiar and a little less magical.

  But she was wrong.

  Dmitry still only had to look at her, and she would be on fire.

  And when he touched her?

  Fucked her?

  "P-Please..."

  She could only beg for more.

  "Please."

  And more.

  "Oh God, please..."

  And more.

  "Don't stop."

  THE WEEKS THAT FOLLOWED saw Tahey falling harder for Dmitry. Having been used to daily doses of Dmitry's indifference and contempt, it was pretty much mind-blowing for Tahey once Dmitry made the switch from boss to lover, and he turned out to be very tactile in staking his claim in her life.

  There was not a day at work that they didn't, well...fuck. His favorite place was in his leather chair, and she would be riding his cock while he had his business call. Other times, he'd have her bent over his desk, breasts flattened against the cold, glossy surface, and he was pumping into her from behind...all the while participating in a live M&A negotiation via video conference.

  Outside the office, she had thought he would be distant like he was before, but in this she was happily proven wrong as well. From business luncheons to dinner balls, she was always there by the billionaire's side, his arm wrapped around her waist as he introduced Tahey to everyone as his girlfriend.

  As for the other guys of Strakh Inc., Tahey had thought that Dmitry's friends wouldn't hesitate to seize the opportunity to rib him about her. But to her surprise, they had all taken their relationship in stride and simply welcomed her as their new "little" sister.

  Everything was a little too good to be true, to be honest, and that was what scared her the most. She had thought her life with Thomas was perfect...until everything turned out to be a lie. And now...she just couldn't help but think it was the past all over again, and everything that she was now enjoying with Dmitry...

  Everything would turn out to be another lie, and if that happened—-

  Tahey was scared that this time, she would never be able to piece herself back together again.

  UNBEKNOWNST TO TAHEY, Dmitry himself had his own private misgivings about the two of them. While he had no qualms claiming her as his girlfriend in public, h
is own thoughts and feelings were another matter. That she was important to him, he had only just learned to accept. But to acknowledge once and for all that they had an actual relationship?

  A part of him violently rebelled against the idea, and it was the part that had yet to get over Paige's demise...and the role Tahey had unknowingly played in it. That part of him constantly mocked and jeered at him; it questioned his integrity and honor, demanding to know how Dmitry could face himself in the mirror, knowing that he was literally sleeping with the enemy.

  When Tahey was around, this sick and angry part of him would be silenced, and the billionaire found himself experiencing the kind of life he had never known before. Tahey was pure joy. With the exception of her tears, there didn't seem anything else she held back on. She gave her smiles freely and never appeared to run out of things to feel happy about. And her love...she hadn't said the words again, but her doe eyes said them for her every time they were making love.

  His Tahey was beautiful, inside and out, which was why it gutted him, knowing that a part of him would hate her...for the rest of his life.

  THE DAY WHEN EVERYTHING changed didn't come unannounced. It never really did for anyone. It was that niggling feeling at the back of your head, that voice inside of you whispering about a storm coming.

  Both Dmitry and Tahey had such moments, but because everything was still new and neither had wanted to rock the boat they were in, the two made a decision not to speak of such moments to each other.

  I'm just being paranoid like always, Tahey would tell herself every time worry and dread crept up on her, and life seemed a little too perfect.

  As for the billionaire, the fact that he had begun to dream more and more often about Paige was something he simply dismissed as a coincidence. He had such phases before, and they typically disappeared on their own. There was no reason, no fucking reason why they would be different this time.

  Another week passed. Tahey and Dmitry had been living together for a month now, and the two could no longer remember what their days were like before they had come into each other's lives.