Page 1 of Sins He Taught Me (Bratva Crime Syndicate 3)

Victoria

Some things cannot be planned.

I’ve spent my whole life trying to plan everything anyways, in spite of that. In spite of the chaos that’s surrounded me from the day I was born.

Death around every corner.

Broken promises, broken hearts, broken bottles.

I thought that if I just tried hard enough—if I planned and scheduled and coaxed the world into some kind of neat, logical order—that bad things would stop happening to me.

But I was wrong.

You can’t trap the world in a calendar. You can’t find all the answers in a textbook.

Sometimes, there are no answers.

That’s why I freeze when Matvei wraps his fingers around his throat, presses his cheek flush against mine, and whispers right into my ear—so close that his lips brush my skin—“You want me to hurt you, don’t you?”

I know what I’m supposed to say. I’m supposed to scream, No! I’m supposed to shout, Get away from me!

But I can’t.

Because the truth is, there’s a nasty side of me that wants him to hurt me. I want him to break me.

Maybe I’m just as fucked up and twisted as he is. Maybe I like the pain. I need it. Maybe it’s the only thing that’s ever truly made sense to me.

And yet, when he nudges my thighs apart and his hand fills the gap between them, pawing at my hot center, it’s anything but painful.

It’s pleasure like I’ve never known before.

And when he rips down my panties, spins me around, and smashes me against the wall while those fingers keep delving inside me, it’s the highest high I’ve ever felt.

I’m drunk on Matvei. Drunk on pain. Drunk on a moment that was never meant to happen.

But then again, none of this was ever meant to happen. It’s all one horrible mistake that’s brought me here, to this dark hallway, while a mob boss uses my body like a rag doll and I beg him for more, more, more.

One heartbreaking, unbearable mistake.

And it started like this…

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