- There will be no oaths and no stories about great love.
- I agree.
- And there won’t be anyone else for you. Only me. Whenever I want and as much as I want.
A heavy male palm fell on my throat, and the thumb slid over my lips.
- That works for me, - I whispered, not recognizing myself.
- A pretty little fairy. Good. - A hot, muscular chest pressed me against the wall with the tenderness of someone paving roads.
- For a month… - My body already remembered how good it feels in these embraces. It flared up, forgetting all taboos and stop-cocks. Only my mind panicked, trying to negotiate the last guarantees. Reminding me of pride, upbringing, and a short failed marriage.
- You won’t regret it. Not later… Not now.
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From the author: A standalone story. One-volume novel.
No tragedies, just spark.