Page 77 of Shadows of Obsession

Just for me.

Chapter 26

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Luna

I don't think I've slept this well for the past two years.

Roman's body is pressed against mine, and when I open my eyes and see his sleeping face, my heart starts to double in size.

Last night after the bubble bath, he took me back to bed, where I fell asleep instantly. I woke up in the middle of the night with his head between my legs again, and after he made sure he'd wrung another orgasm from me, he lay down beside me as if nothing had happened.

My face is again red as a lobster, and right then I see him opening his eyes.

"You know it's weird to spy on me while I sleep," he tells me in that hoarse voice that gives me butterflies in my stomach.

"Your ego is too big. I was admiring the blackheads on your nose," I tell him, but I burst out laughing because this man has no imperfections.

"What blackheads?" he asks, confused.

"Oh, you have no idea. There are so many. Now that I've seen them, I don't know if I can look at you the same way."

He pulls me toward him then, and his head goes to the base of my neck and presses his lips there.

"Hmm, if I kiss you here will you forget about those blackheads?" he asks, and I feel I would forget about anything if he continues kissing me like this.

"I think we can negotiate something," I tell him, though my voice is weak.

He smirks against my skin.

A phone rings and I know that's the signal to return to reality. Roman makes a sound of frustration while reaching toward the nightstand.

"Yes, Anton," he answers and for a few seconds just listens to his report. "I'll be there in an hour."

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When we go down for breakfast, Victoria barely exchanges a few words with us. I know she's not directly angry at us but at the situation, but it reminds me how much I've turned her life upside down. All this drama is because of me, and here she is, just starting to grow into herself. Of course she wants freedom, wants to be normal, hang out with friends.

In the afternoon, I ask Sergey to take me to Victoria’s ballet studio as a pretext to invite her to the cafe next door. I know the small studio and that next to it is a perfect cafe, where Sergey and Goran can watch us while Victoria can get out of her home-school-ballet-home routine a bit.

In the car with me are Sergey and Vlad, one of the soldiers who normally patrols the house.

The drive is relatively short, and I try to enjoy the music on the radio and get to know Sergey better.

"How long have you been working for Roman?"

Unlike Anton, Sergey is dark-haired with brown eyes. I think he's six feet four inches tall, and judging by how his muscles show through the turtleneck he's wearing, I'd say he works out twice a day. There's a weathered look about him - those deep lines carved into his face make me think he's got a few years on me, might even be older than Roman.

"Fifteen years," he says with a sense of pride in his tone.

"How old are you, if I'm not being rude?" I'm glad to see he doesn’t seem bothered by my questions.

"Thirty-seven years old, soon to be thirty-eight," he answers, and I nod.

"Do you think Devin will come after me?" I continue, and I know it's a stupid question, but somehow I hope his answer will be different from the one in my head.

"The problem with Devin isn't just your fault, Luna. It's an old issue that would have exploded anyway. But to answer you, yes. I think he'll come and not just after you—"

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