Page 47 of Deceptive Vows
Now all we have is the sliver of moonlight shining through the crevice of the curtains. I can just about see her. I lie next to her, reaching for the covers to pull them over us.
Knowing it will jar her nerves, I slip my arm around her tiny waist and pull her closer to me so her back is pressed against my chest.
“Relax, Malyshka.” I press my lips to the shell of her ear.
“How can I relax when I don’t know what you’re going to do to me?” she mumbles in the dark.
“You relax because I tell you to. I’m not going to fuck you tonight unless you want me to. Your body feels like you want me, but your eyes tell me something else.”
“I’m tired,” she whispers after a moment’s pause.
It’s a good answer, because she’s not sure what I’ll do if she says no. Our encounter earlier changed things up a little, and she’s more afraid of me than she was before.
“Then sleep, Malyshka.”
We lie just like this in silence until she falls asleep.
I don’t sleep, however. I barely sleep most nights, anyway. The days of being in that coma put me off sleeping.
I’m not normal, I know I’m not, and I know I never will be. It’s situations like the one I’m in that make me the way I am.
Right now, I hate how vague everything is.
The only thing that’s not vague is the attraction I feel for the beautiful woman lying in my arms.
We feel like a surrealist painting where nothing makes sense. And yet it does to those who know how to make sense of it.
I just can’t make sense of her.
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Natalia
Ifeel like he’s getting closer to figuring me out.
Closer to knowing I’m not the real Adriana Alvarez.
Like yesterday, I woke with the sun. Thankfully, Mikhail wasn’t in here, so I got some much-needed time to myself.
I spent the whole day walking on eggshells with my ass aching and my mind a disaster.
My ass is still aching and the nerves in my body are tingling from a deadly cocktail of worry and arousal.
Worry, however, is the dominant ingredient to that mixture, and it will either make me sick or kill me.
The worry over what’s going to happen is making me crazy, and what’s worse is I’m alone in this.
I’m all by myself, and I have no idea what’s happening outside the walls of this home.
What clues will give me away?
I keep thinking of what it will be.
There are bound to be many things.
The house staff might have been killed, but what about other people Raul couldn’t have hid Adriana’s identity from?
People like her doctor and her friends.
