Page 70 of Sinful Scars

It doesn’t help that every time I close my eyes, my mind fills with the image of Elle lying naked beneath me as I thrust my cock inside her.

It’s been a few days since we slept together, and it’sallI’ve been able to think about.

I know I should be feeling guilty for what happened, but I can’t. It was single-handedly the most incredibleexperience of my life, one that I can’t seem to stop reliving in my mind.

Even lying a few feet from the edge of a cliff that I could easily have fallen off the side of, my cock still manages to thicken as I remember the look on Elle’s face as she came around my cock.

She was breathtaking.

But I knew the moment she asked me to stay once we were done that I’d fucked up.

This was never meant to happen. I was meant to keep my distance so that she could live a normal life without ever knowing I existed. It was better for both of us that way.

Instead, it took one glance at her naked body in the window for my self-control to shatter, and I’m not sure I’m strong enough to piece it back together.

Climbing to my feet, I brush my dirt-covered hands on my jeans and sigh at the feel of my phone in my pocket.

I waste no time dialing Pyotr’s number, hoping he’s not out of state on a job and is willing to drive out to wherever I am and pick me up.

“Comeon.”

The phone continues to ring.

After another thirty seconds or so, I give up.

He’s not going to answer, which leaves me with only one other option.

Judging from how high the sun is in the sky, it’s not much past noon, which means Elle could have been unprotected for at least the past twelve hours. She wasn’t due at work until tonight, and she is likely spending the day in the city, soaking up the sun by reading in the park or in her favorite coffee shop.

All places where my father could quite easily intercept her.

For all I know, she could be tied up in another motel room, begging for her life.

The thought sends me to my knees as my mouth opens in a silent scream of rage.

This can’t keep happening. I can’t keep letting Elle down like this. I need to face the fact that my blackouts are becoming frequent again and longer, which leaves her unprotected and at risk.

It’s time I swallow my pride and admit that I’m not enough for her, and I never have been.

Which brings me to my only option… I need to call my sister.

I have no idea if Nina will even be willing to help me. After all, in the eyes of her new family, I am the enemy. But I have to hope that she is willing to put the past aside in favor of Elle. After all, the Koslovs have infinite resources in terms of men and weapons that would mean Elle would have protection twenty-four seven.

“Hello?”

“Nina? It’s Lev. I need you to come and get me.”

An approaching blacked-outRange Rover has me holding my breath.

It’s been years since I last saw my sister, and I’m riddled with nerves as the car comes to a stop and the driver’s door opens.

As Nina steps out, a wave of grief hits me at how grown up she is.

In some ways, she looks exactly the same, with her long, dark hair pulled back into a neat bun, wearing her signaturepink. This time, in the form of a long coat over what seems to be her dance gear.

But on the other hand, a certain maturity lines her features. Her cheeks are less rounded with youth, and she holds herself with a confidence I’ve never seen in her before.

I guess this is what it looks like to finally be free of our father.

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