“Who was that?”—Kostya looks as if he’s about to snap: anger in his eyes, tense muscles in his cheeks.
“What the hell is he doing here?”
“It doesn’t concern you,” I answer sharply, even though inside I’m shrinking with fear. “At least he respects me and doesn’t treat me like an object.”
“You’re mine—doesn’t that make it clear?!” he screams so loud it makes my ears ring, and with all his strength he punches the wall. “I was the first. And I’ll stay the first. Only once I find out that you…”
I cover my face with my hands—and suddenly I start laughing, loud, nervous, almost hysterical.
“I thought so too,” I say. “You’d be the only one. Six years, Kostya. Six years I lived for you, literally worshipping you. And you cared more about adrenaline and thrills than about us. If you want to understand who destroyed everything, look into the reflection in the mirror of your damn machine.”
Warning: the book contains an MFM scene that the main heroine disapproves of. There is no interaction between the men.