The Darkest Temptation

“Kak moya zhena.” As my wife.

Fuck your proshchay, Mila.”

I had a job to do, and she was the chess piece needed to win.

The problem was . . . I didn’t think I could ever play her.

I fell asleep to the thought of seeing Mila on the streets. I simply picked her up and carried her home to my Russian fortress, where I hand-fed her pomegranate seeds so she’d never be able to leave.

He made me do it!” Mila blurted from her spot on the floor.

“U neye ovulyatsiya,” I explained. “Ona prakticheski iznasilovala menya.” She’s ovulating. She practically raped me.

You’ll never ask me for more than I can give.” Darkness clouded his eyes, and his hand collared my throat, a thumb running across a hickey he’d put there. “I’ve already taken everything you have to give.

I’m a rough fuck,” he returned. “Get over it

If you want to turn me in, so be it. I’d go back to prison for you, kotyonok, but when I get out, there’d better be an ocean between us.”

“Am I that easy to leave, kotyonok?”

The moonlight loved her.

But not as much as my shadows.