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“Do as I say,” he growls. “Come. For. Me.”
Then the world shatters around me. My body tenses and convulses, a scream of utter pleasure ripping from my throat. Every muscle is wound tight as the universe slips through me creating majestic euphoria.
I orgasm, if it can even be called that because I'm pretty sure that I just had a come-to-Jesus moment. Adrian doesn't stop fucking me, prolonging my rapture. His body jerks and his thrusts become more erratic.
“Blyad’,” he groans as he empties himself inside of me. He lowers my legs to either side of him and leans into me, resting his sweaty forehead on mine.
“You are absolutely gorgeous, Vanya,” he whispers to me. “Fucking incredible.”
He collapses beside me and pulls me into his side. My hand rests lazily on his chest just above his heart and I fall asleep to the comfortable, safe rhythmic beat of the first and only man I’ve ever loved.
Thirty-Two
The tomb is already dusty. It hasn’t been that long since I brought Vanya here to say goodbye to the assholes she called parents, but in that small amount of time, dust has already gathered. Anton had already had the parent’s tombs sealed shut. That isn’t what we are here for.
Today, we’re here to open the tomb with my fiancée’s name on it. Someone is in there and she wants to know who. We’d spent the night talking and fucking.
Mostly fucking, but in between the times I spent buried in her beautiful pussy, she shared more about her life growing up in the Castellanos household and her day at the crypt. It bothered me that there was something about her family I didn’t know. For example, Ada was Vanya’s half-sister. How the hell had I missed that with all the research I had conducted? It’s something I should have suspected sooner. Now Cora’s expensive rehab trip made more sense.
But why had Theo Castellanos hidden her parentage?
Vanya thinks it has something to do with her mother, but I think it’s something far more sinister than a scorned, petty wife worried about inheritance. Especially since they had planned on selling Vanya instead of making a marriage alliance.
There is still some piece of information missing, however. Cora seems like the obvious puppet master behind the hit on Vanya’s family. It made sense that she wouldn’t kill Vanya. If she wants the Castellanos fortune, she needs her alive… then, Luan tried to kill her in the alley.
Why the sudden change?
It must lead back to that man and little girl she followed into the store. Except Vanya is a vault when it comes to them. She brushed it off this morning as a mistake saying that she thought the man was someone who once worked for her family.
It was an obvious lie, but one I let slide.
For now.
“Fuck,” Anton grunts as he hits the blunt side of his axe against the blunt side of my Halligan. It’s been nearly half an hour and we are barely over halfway done. “Next time, we’re using super glue or some shit. Just tape them up using duct tape. Everyone knows duct tape works for everything.”
Vanya’s giggle rises behind us. She’s been monitoring our safety from the steps of the doorway. The little minx just doesn’t want to put the sweat in. Not that I would let her.
“What do you think is in here, anyway?” Anton asks Vanya. “Obviously it’s not you.”
“I honestly don’t know,” she admits sadly. “Maybe it’s a decoy and they have information stashed in here.”
“Or maybe it’s the real Vanya Castellanos and you were taken as a baby to substitute.”
Vanya snorts. “I wish that were true,” she sighs, a finger tracing her birthmark. “Unfortunately, the mark on my skin proves that I am their biological daughter.”
I wish she wasn’t. The Castellanoses didn’t deserve to have a daughter like Vanya, whose soul is all light and happiness. Nothing like how Ada described her. Sometimes I wonder if they were really friends or if Vanya saw something that was never there. When Vanya talks about Ada there is a light in her eyes that shines. She believes her friend was good and caring, even in the end. Ada constantly complained about Vanya. How spoiled she was. How stuck up and conceited.
I’m beginning to think those flaws were all a self-reflection on my late wife’s part. Projecting her own insecurities and flaws on the person closest to her.
“Got it,” Anton crows as we finally break through the last of the tomb’s seal. He throws the axe to the side and picks up a crowbar.
“Ready?” I ask, my Halligan buried in one side of the tomb. Anton nods, placing his crowbar along the crack of the other side. “One. Two.” I grunt. “Three.” We lever the large concrete slab from its resting spot and maneuver it out of the way.
Grabbing a set of hooks, I secure them to the rods of the casket. I hand one strap to Anton, while I take the other and together, we manage to pull the casket from its resting place. It’s lighter than I thought it would be and it isn’t until we pull it out completely that I see why.
The casket is built for a child.
A baby.
