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Natalia twists to look at me, her green eyes shining.

“I feel like I don’t want to be anywhere else. Like I’m scared that you’ll go somewhere without me. Or that there’s something you’re shutting me out of. Like my life wasn’t real before you came into it, and if you left, I’d be dropping from heaven back down to earth.”

How is it that Natalia’s feelings perfectly match my own?

She plants her hands against my chest and kisses me sweetly. I let out a growl of satisfaction. She tries to pull back and end the kiss but I want more.

I really kiss her this time, until she’s breathless and her lips are swollen. I want to consume that delicate little mouth, every tremble and breath.

I pull back to give her the verdict. That we’re in love with each other. That I somehow fell in love with the daughter of my enemy.

“Then I think you love me.”

Her eyes widen as she looks up at me.

“And… do you love me too?”

I nod, my throat suddenly choked with emotion.

“You might not want to be anywhere else, but I want to make sure that you can’t go anywhere else. You are my everything,zolotse. My treasure, my precious one, and I want to lock you up so that you’re only mine.”

Fuck.

FUCK.

This was not part of the plan.

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NATALIA

Leks Zhukov loves me.

I feel like my heart is glowing in my chest, that’s how obvious my happiness is. I want him, I need him, and he’s about to give me everything I want.

“Natalia, we don’t have to. Nothing has changed.”

Everything has changed. Not just because of the words we said. I’ve never trusted someone the way I trust Leks. I know he’s not using me — that might have been what brought us together, but not anymore.

“That’s a lie, Leks. This is different.”

He kisses me again, his lips claiming mine and his teeth clashing against mine.

I pull back.

“I love you.” I want to test out how it sounds, saying it properly.

Leks smiles. A proper, wide smile that he sorarely gives.

“I love you too,zolotse.”

I pull him on top of me, my nails raking at his back.

“You really want to?”

“Please.”

“Thank fucking God.” His voice drops into a possessive growl.