Page 67 of Sinful Wrath

“Mikhail.” I bury my face in his neck as he carries me out of the shower, his cock still buried deep inside me.

The feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me is so much more intimate than the sex, and I never want to let go.

I press gentle kisses to his jaw as my fingers caress his neck. “Please stay with me.”

He stays silent as he carries me over to the bed and for a moment, I take it as confirmation that he will, but then he’s lifting my body off of him and the next thing I know, I’m being tossed on the bed.

“Go to sleep, Lucia,” he states before stalking toward the door, water droplets still dripping down his muscled back.

“Mikhail, please give me another chance.” I clutch the sheets around my naked body, but Mikhail only shakes his head.

“You asked me to trust you already, and I did, only for you to lie to me again.”

“I-I’ve learned my lesson?—”

“So did I.” He stalks from the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound of the key turning in the lock has a sob spilling from my lips, and I throw myself onto my bed and curl into a ball as tears start to well in my eyes.

I don’t know why I expected Mikhail to suddenly forgive me. I should have known the hot sex in the shower wasn’t going to make him forget my betrayal of his trust, no matter how badly I wanted it to.

He has absolutely no reason to trust me again, and it’s my fault. I did this.

I want so badly to tell him the truth of what happened to me, but I just can’t bear the thought of him pitying me or giving him another reason to try and protect me.

His protection makes me feel like I’ve failed at taking care of myself.

But after the close call tonight, I’m starting to wonder if I can.

I was in no shape to handle that man should he have gotten close, despite all my training. I made a stupid error in judgment, one I was lucky to get out of alive.

Perhaps I do need Mikhail after all.

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MIKHAIL

I lockthe door and stand with my forehead resting against the wood, my naked body dripping water onto the carpet as I listen to Lucia’s sobs on the other side.

The last thing we should have done is have sex. I’m beyond pissed at her, but that doesn’t change the fact that I was also worried out of my damned mind.

I thought she was gone.

So, when she climbed through the window wearing that damn dress that she knows makes me crazy, I couldn’t help myself. I needed to hold her in my arms, to feel her skin against mine as I buried my cock inside her.

I craved the sound of my name spilling from her lips as she orgasmed, and it wasn’t until we were both panting with the aftermath of our release that I finally felt reassured that she was safe.

And when she asked me to stay…

Fuck.

I wanted to so bad. I wanted to hold her against me all night as we slept. But I need to do some damage control here.

Despite what she says, despite all the promises, Lucia Conti cannot be trusted.

After she eventually falls silent, I force myself to head into my own room and crawl into bed.

I sleepfor only an hour or so, my mind still racing and my body barely satisfied. But I refrain from taking myself in my hand, if only to keep my head clear as I try to think through what to do about Lucia.

We’re going to be married in less than a week, and then she will officially be my family’s problem. Which means, every time she pulls a stunt like last night, not only is she risking her own life, she’s risking the lives of the people I care about the most.

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