Extraits

“Fuck. I love your mind, myshka. Look at you. Being a Queen.” His chest thundered under my palms, and I imagined he growled the words.

“Are you my King then?” I questioned breathlessly.

“Fuck yes. I’m your only King, baby.”

“Viktor, you’ve touched me in places that your hands and your lips can’t reach. You’ve touched me from the inside, held my heart and made love to my soul. And that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. We have stumbled along the way. We experienced grief. We experienced passion. We’ve seen it all together, and I am not leaving. I want you. I love you. I truly do.”

A memory could last a lifetime. The past could mock you till your last breath. Together, they were a burden you carried to your grave.

I was a dead star, now alive and breathing—aligned in a perfect constellation with hers.

We didn’t come from the same blood, yet we bled the same life.

Loyalty ran through our veins. Brothers.

“I love you sweetly. And I love you savagely,”

Gentlemen liked to wear suits.

But bad boys wore them better.

“Valerie, this collar around your neck doesn’t define you. It angers me that you wear it, it holds a symbol of your pain, but it doesn’t make me think less of you. Not ever. Baby, I don’t want perfection. I want your flaws and every bit of cracks you have inside of your heart. I want it all, because it’s you. No one is without imperfection. If you are, then you’re fake. My sweet myshka, I don’t have time for fake. I want what’s real. I want you. And you are everything I need.”

Irina and Valerie.

Sisters, not by blood—but by choice.

They took each other’s pain, so the other could be safe.