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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.
