Page 489 of Rage

But I didn’t.

Her pain hurt me.

I ran my palms over my face and sighed.

What the fuck am I doing to myself?

This woman was trouble, and she fucking made me feel things I shouldn’t. But I couldn’t deny the truth.

I wanted her. Badly. Entirely.

I glanced at the bed, where she had left her wedding ring. I clenched my fist around the jewel. That fucking piece of shit didn’t deserve her. Katya shouldn’t be his.

She’s fucking mine.

But I wanted her to choose me. I knew she was attracted to me, but I didn’t want to force her. A slide show with images of her offering herself to me played in front of my eyes, causing a shiver of pleasure to crawl down my back.

I pictured her telling me how much she needed and wanted me. Yes, that would be wonderful.

I threw a disdainful glance at the wedding ring. Katya wasn’t going to wear it again. Not because I would take it from her, but because she would realize that pathetic excuse for a man didn’t deserve her as his wife.

And after that, she’ll be only mine.

I placed the ring on her bedside table. Yes, soon Katya will realize I was the one owning her, not that piece of shit she had married. Or anyone else. She was mine. Only mine. And she was going to learn and accept that soon.

I knew it was stupid to allow myself to feel like this. To let myself get attached. To care. But no one needed to know what I actually felt. Not even her. It would probably scare her anyway to realize what an obsession she had become.

I could barely function or think rationally since she had stepped into my life. I’d thought it was lust. It should be only lust, but everything happened too soon and too fast.

One day. One. Fucking. Day.

She had been here since yesterday night.

And she had made me feel more than I felt in my entire life.

It was the worst thing I could do, but I would make sure it was my secret. Neither Katya or anyone else had to know what I actually felt for her. They all could assume she was my new fucktoy and nothing more.

Maybe I would tell her the truth at some point. But only after she already offered herself to me. Until then, no one had to know how important Katya truly was. I wasn’t going to allow anyone to use her against me.

But first, I had to fix her. I needed to see my feisty kitten smiling again. And I was going to keep the promise I’d made to her.

I had already contacted everyone I needed regarding her father’s transplant. It was just a matter of time until they found a donor. And given the exorbitant sum of money I’d offered to anyone compatible with Romanov, there was no way to not have someone quickly accepting it.

My breath hitched as she stepped out of the bathroom. Fuck, she looked like a goddess. A delicious tension made my balls tingle as I took her in. Katya was wearing only an extra-short blue nightdress with spaghetti straps.

I bet that if she bent or stretched, I would have a perfect view of her pretty cunt. I remembered the feeling of her pussy milking my fingers and my cock throbbed as I fantasized about being inside her.

For a second, I asked myself how many times Chernov had fucked her. I wanted to rip him apart for that mere thought, for knowing that he was her husband and he had the chance to be inside her warm cunt whenever he wanted.

The fucking bastard called her a whore and didn’t bother to do anything to save her. I should tell Katherine about that, but she wouldn’t believe me.

I bit my lower lip as I looked at her deep cleavage. Fuck, I wanted to bury my face between her large tits, to have her under me, writhing and moaning in my arms.

Screaming my name. Mine, not his. Not anyone else’s. Mine. Again, and again.

I gave her another once-over, but even if I tried, I couldn’t look at her like she was only a piece of meat, a beautiful object I wanted to add to my collection, a sex toy to use for a night.

Katya was different, and I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what or why, but she made me feel more than lust. I didn’t care about her just because she was a good fuck. It was stupid of me, but it was true. I wasn’t sure I liked that, but it didn’t matter. I craved her.

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