Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
He told Alek we slept together?
The blow hits me so hard I take a step back.
“Shut up,” Misha mutters. “Just keep your hands off her.”
“So you and the enemy?” Alek asks.
Misha lets out a sigh. “There’s no way we can be together.”
“Then why did you fuck her?”
I hear movement and duck behind the wall, looking for something else I can hide behind in case they come out of the warehouse.
“There’s just something about Aurora that makes me lose my mind. I got caught up in the moment,” Misha replies to Alek’s question. “It won’t happen again.”
“Hit it and leave it has always been my motto,” Alek chuckles as if it’s a big fat joke.
My lips part, and my eyebrows draw together as my heart shatters to pieces.
Turning around, I run out of the room. I keep going until I reach the path that’s covered with a canopy of trees.
Was that Misha’s endgame? To just fuck me out of his system?
But…but….
I hate the sob building in my chest, and covering my mouth, I jog to the waterfall, so the sound of water crashing into the pool will drown out my cries.
I can’t believe he did that to me.
He told me he loved me.
It felt like he loved me.
And now it’s just over. Before it even began?
I bend over at the waist, and placing my hands above my knees, I gasp through the unrelenting heartache and shame.
Misha used me.
Jesus.
He took my virginity, and now he’s bragging to Alek about it.
The shame quickly outweighs the heartache, and anger pours through my veins.
I straighten up and stare at the waterfall.
Never before has someone hurt me the way Misha has.
What did you expect from a bratva enforcer?
You should’ve known better.
Was this his plan all along? To prove he could treat me like shit, and I’d still throw myself at him?
The walls come crashing down around me, and I sink to my knees, a silent cry parting my lips as my body shudders through the sobs.
The things I let him do to me. The secrets I shared with him.
Are they laughing because Misha coated me in my virgin blood after he finally got to taste it?
Deep down, I knew having sex with him wouldn’t magically make us a couple, but shit, it made me hope against all odds.
I close my eyes and scream as loud as I can, the sound filled with devastation.
It would’ve been more merciful if he’d killed me.
Only when it’s dark, and I’ve lost total track of time, do I climb to my feet.
I feel dead inside as I walk back to the castle, and as I step inside, I lift my chin and straighten my spine.
When I reach the foot of the staircase, Misha, Alek, and Armani come around the corner at the top.
With zero emotion showing on my face, I climb the steps, and they’re forced to fall into a line. As I pass them, I hear Misha tell his friends, “I’ll catch up with you.”
I increase my pace and rush down the hallway.
“Hey.” He grabs hold of my arm, and as I swing around, the flat of my hand connects with his jaw.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me again.” I take a threatening step forward. “Don’t talk to me. Don’t look at me. Don’t even fucking breathe around me.”
His eyes narrow on me. “What the fuck is going on?”
I look at him with all the anger I can muster, and I pray to all that’s holy, I look like a mafia princess as I say, “You got what you wanted from me. We’re done.”
Turning around, I rush to my door, and swipe the keycard.
“Aurora,” Misha barks. “What the fuck happened?”
“Go laugh with your friends about how you got to fuck Aurora D’Angelo. It will always be the biggest accomplishment of your pathetic life,” I sneer before I slam the door shut.
I already regret the words I just spewed at him as I turn around, only to see Abbie watching me, totally shocked out of her mind, as she gasps, “What did you just say?”
“Ugh.” I kick off my sneakers, and walking to Abbie, I wrap my arms around her. “Just hold me. You can judge me later.”
Abbie hugs me tightly to her. “Did you sleep with Misha? When?”
“Yes,” I mumble. “Today.”
“While I was tied up?”
I nod, and feeling guilty, I say, “I’m sorry.”
“For sleeping with Misha or leaving me tied to a chair with a full bladder.”
“Both.”
My breath catches, and Abbie holds me tighter.
“I gave him my virginity, but he still doesn’t want to be with me,” I sob, feeling pathetic because I’m not stronger. “He won’t choose me.”
“Oh, Ra-Ra,” she coos. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“It hurts,” I whimper.
“I know.”
The only person I can rely on holds me as I cry about the dream that’s quickly turned into a nightmare.
Chapter 22
Misha
What. The. Actual. Fucking. Fuck?