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YULIAN
It’s been a week since it happened.
A week since I had real sex with my fake fiancée.
A week since I stopped sleeping.
I’m used to nightmares. After my family was murdered, it was all I could do to pass out wasted for a couple of hours a night.
But no matter what I took, drank, smoked, or snorted, I still saw them.
These aren’t nightmares, though. They’re a whole other beast, one I’ve never had to fight before: obsession.
When I close my eyes now, it isn’t the dead bodies of my family members that greet me on the other side of sleep. Instead, it’sherbody: naked, alive, warm and willing under my touch.
Our night together replays over and over in my mind, like a movie I can’t stop.
It’s driving me to madness.
I fucked her to be free. To stop thinking about her so goddamn much. I took her where I took everyone else, fucked her where I fucked everyone else, and left her the way I left everyone else.
And it hasn’t.
Fucking.
Worked.
If anything, it’s worse. Before, all I had to go by was stolen glimpses in the backseat of a car and my imagination to build Mia’s body in my fantasies.
Now, I’ve seen it all: what she looks like taking her pleasure, what she sounds like when she comes, what shetasteslike.
She’s not out of my system. Not by a long shot. Instead, she’s crawled in deeper, under my skin and into my bloodstream, like a goddamn infection. I cannot scratch her out.
I’ve tried. Over and over again, I’ve tried.
And then there’s her eyes. The way she looked at me when I told her what we did had no meaning… I’ve broken hopes before—mainly the aspirations of supermodels who already saw themselves on a double spread in Forbes.
But Mia’s face… it was like I’d broken her fucking heart.
So what?that cold voice inside me whispers.It’s not like you care about her. She’s your bait, nothing more.
Right?
Right. This is why I should have kept my distance. From the start, I’ve let Mia get too close. She has everything to gain from seducing her billionaire boss.
But me? I’ve got everything to lose.
She’s a distraction. I can’t afford distractions. If I was just the CEO of StarTech, I could roll into bed with whoever and cash my checks from home.
But that’s not all I do.
I’m Bratva. I’m thepakhan.If I so much as blink at the wrong moment, I’m dead. And with me dies every man under my command.
So why can’t I stop thinking about her?
“Blyat’.” I push all the papers off my desk and slam my fist on the lacquered mahogany. The noise bounces off the glass walls, startling the assistants sitting outside my door.
