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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.

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