Page 249 of Evil Hearts

Dimitri, with his dark hair slicked back and impeccably tailored suit, cut a figure both timeless and commanding. Thesight of him made her pulse throb, her body responding to his mere presence. His old-fashioned elegance clashed beautifully with the modern world, creating a paradox that wrapped around her heart.

“Do you ever think about what might have been?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“Every day,” he replied, his face touched with a hint of melancholy.

“Sometimes, I feel like I’m living someone else’s life,” Amelia confessed. “Stuck in this high society bubble where everything is about appearances and expectations.”

“And what do you desire, lyubimaya?” he asked, the endearment rolling off his tongue with a familiar grace that made her insides tremble.

“To escape it all,” she admitted. “To find out who I am beyond the fancy dresses and curated events.”

“Then let us discover that together,” he suggested, like a solemn vow.

Her heart swelled at the promise in his declaration. Could they truly bridge the divide between their worlds? She yearned for him, every fiber of her being drawn to his sensual allure.

“Sometimes, I wonder if it’s even possible,” she murmured.

“Anything is possible, Amelia. If we are willing to fight for it.”

“Are you willing to fight for us?”

“With every breath,” he vowed, pulling her closer.

Their lips met in another tender kiss, the taste of longing and hope mingling on her tongue. The heat of his body seeped into her, igniting a fire that burned away her doubts, if only for a moment.

Amelia withdrew a little to look into his face. “Tell me, Dimitri. What do you dream about? What are your fantasies?”

He took a deep breath before answering, his words measured and deliberate. “I dream of a life where I am not bound byshadows, where we can be together without fear.” His hand caressed her cheek, sending a quiver through her body. “A life where we grow old as a couple, watching our children play in the garden.”

“Children?” Amelia’s heart fluttered at the thought. “You want children?”

“Yes. A family. With you. A future that is not marred by the darkness of my past.”

“That sounds beautiful.” Tears pricked her eyes. “But...what if we can’t have that?”

“Then we create our own version of it,” he replied firmly. “Whatever that may be.”

“You’re always so sure,” she teased.

He smiled, capturing her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm. “Not all the time, but when it comes to you, I have never been more certain.”

“You’re making it very hard to stay rational, my love.”

“Rationality has no place in matters of the heart.” His lips curved into a bigger smile that made her knees weak.

“So tell me, Mr. Volkov, how did you amass such wealth? Surely, even vampires don’t have access to bottomless treasure chests.”

He chuckled, a satiny sound that vibrated through her. “I’ve had centuries to accumulate wealth, investments made long ago that grew over time. And yes, there were moments of fortune—business ventures, properties acquired and sold.”

“Ah, so you’re a recluse billionaire,” she teased, poking his chest lightly. “Hiding away in your grand manor, brooding over your riches.”

“Something like that. Though, the manor feels less empty now that you have graced it with your presence.”

“Flatterer!”

“Only speaking the truth, lyubimaya,” he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips once more.

Their kiss deepened, overfilling with promise and future dreams. As their bodies pressed closer, Amelia felt the boundaries between their worlds vanish, replaced by an undying love.

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