The point was, I had turned on my side, and I had gone from half-asleep to half-dying when all I had felt next to me was cold, empty space.
He had left me.
Again.
Even after saying sorry, he had still left me.
And yet...
Oh God.
Even with pain chipping away at my heart, I just couldn't make myself...
Oh God, why?
Why couldn't I make myself hate him?
Why?
My throat tightened, and I automatically curled myself into a ball.
No!
I glared at the blackness behind my eyelids.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
I had already counted to a full minute, but the urge to cry was still there, and I still couldn't make myself hate him.
Sixty-one. Sixty-two. Sixty—-
And then I heard it, the door swinging open—-
I shot up, and past the unshed tears that blurred my gaze, I saw the billionaire striding in, shirtless, barefoot, and too dangerously beautiful for any girl to fall for.
Oh God.
My lips started to tremble, and Dmitry, seeing this, seemed to turn ashen.
"I thought you l-left." My voice wobbled shamefully in the end—-
Oh no.
I wrenched my gaze away from him.
Don't cry, T.G. You'll go back to being weak if you cry. So don't—-
I felt the bed dip, and then he was there, Dmitry hauling me into his lap, and I didn't even think. I struck his chest with a balled-up fist. "Damn you." He didn't retaliate, and I struck his chest again. "I thought you left." I knew I was being unfair, but I had no choice. I had to be angry. I needed to be angry. Because right now, it was rage alone holding the tears back—-
"Damn you—-"
I tried hitting him again, but this time he caught both of my wrists and pinned them behind my back.
"I'm never going anywhere again," Dmitry growled.
"Liar—-"
He cut my words off with a savage kiss, and my rage grew.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
This was exactly what I need, and I viciously sank my teeth into his lip, hard enough to make it bleed, and the billionaire yanked away with a curse. "You little bitch—-"
"You deserve it," I spat. "Now let me—-" I ended up screaming as he flipped me on my stomach. Oh God. I heard him wrestling with his zipper, and my heart raced even as my rage grew out of control. "Damn you, no—-" But this time, I ended up moaning, with Dmitry already thrusting hard inside of me.
Aaaaaah.
He pounded into me relentlessly, not speaking a single word, just gripping my hair to yank my head back as he fucked me like a dog.
And God, oh God...
I loved it.
I needed it.
Just exactly what I needed, the savage bite of his passion destroying the softer side of me, all thoughts of crying swept away...until the only thing was left was a feeling of rightness...
As our joined bodies reached its simultaneous peak, and my moans mingled with his rough pants—-
So, so right.
The hot, thick flow of his cum filling me up, my soft body shuddering against his hardness, and later, much, much later, when the last tremors of my orgasm gradually faded—-
Dmitry pulling out so he could turn me around, and as the illustrious lines of his gorgeous face softly came into focus against the rays of morning sunlight...
It was then I heard him say, "I'm sorry."
And it was then I realized—-
He knew.
Even without me telling him a single thing—-
He knew.
Dmitry had fed my rage, risked making love to me against my will—-
Because he knew.
He had known I'd do anything - anything - not to cry, and the only way for him to know that—-
Oh God.
The only reason a person could know you even without words being spoken—-
Just one reason.
—-was love.
Chapter Twelve
Tahey was finally sleeping. She had been a nervous wreck the whole day, and of course he had only himself to blame for it. This morning, while still at her apartment, Dmitry had taken pains to explain his absence. I just made us coffee, baby. That's all. And since she had laughed a little at this, he had thought everything was fine...until he suggested she take another day off and saw her start glaring down at her half-eaten croissant.
Since he knew this meant she was once again fighting back tears, Dmitry had swiftly amended his words. I shall be out all day attending meetings. If you are not too tired, I would be pleased to have you wait for me at my apartment.
Tahey was already nodding her head even before he had finished speaking. I'm not tired at all, Tahey had told him eagerly, and since her eyes were no longer sad, Dmitry thought he had finally succeeded in quelling her fears.
And so it seemed that way at first...until he came back to his apartment and realized how fucking badly he had hurt her. Tahey had been waiting for him in his living room, and the first thing he noticed was the way she refused to meet his gaze when he said hello.
Instead, she simply kept glaring down at the coffee table, and so at once Dmitry had crouched down on one knee and reached for Tahey's hands, which were tightly clasped over her lap.
Tell me what's wrong.
She had shaken her head at first, refusing to say a word, but when the billionaire forced her hands to loosen and brought them to her lips, kissing her knuckles ever so gently...
It was only then that she finally said the words—-
You make me so happy, Dmitry...that it scares me.
And only then did he realize how much power he wielded over Tahey.
With just a few words, she had given him power he had never asked for, one she would've been better off keeping to herself.
Just a few damn words, and he now had the power - so much damn power over her that the sheer innocence of her action almost drove Dmitry mad with bitterness and frustration.
Why are you such
