Page 6 of Illyria


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The man was a beast in the sack. I’ll give him that.

He was a good fuck.

Too bad that was all he was good at.

“Illyria?”

Hearing my name brought me out of my stupor as I blinked, my new reality coming into focus as fifty shades of red filled my vision. Throwing the woman offhim, he jumped from the bed.

Sweat dripped down his perfect flesh, his cock still hard.

Like I said. A beast.

“She doesn’t mean anything.”

They never did. Yet it didn’t stop him. Lightly shaking my head, I growled. “I warned you. Now you’re going to reap what you sowed.”

Turning, I left him standing there, unsatisfied.

I made it downstairs to find the penthouse door open and waiting. I looked at his second, who nodded.

At least he got it.

He knew there would be no fixing this.

Walking into the elevator, I stared at Vlad and stated clearly for all his men to hear. “He comes near me. I will kill him. Make him understand.”

“Illyria!”

I shook my head as the elevator doors began to close. “He dug his grave. He can lie in it.”

As the doors shut, I heard him scream my name.

Closing my eyes, I refused to shed a tear. If any man on this planet could ever get me to cry, it would be him, but I refused to give him the satisfaction.

I walked out of his building with my head held high to my waiting car. “Illyria? You okay? What happened? What did that son of a bitch do?”

My bodyguard and best friend, Maria Valentinetti, was my cousin. We grew up together. There wasn’t anything that we didn’t know about each other. I knew she would see the pain in my eyes. Maria was too damn observant.

“Nothing that I wasn’t already aware of. Take me to the airport. I never want to see this fucking city again.”

I wanted to go home.

There was no reason for me to stay longer.

My business was done.

I wanted my family.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Visions of him filtered into my head, only to be drowned out by what I just saw.

I seared it into my brain.

I will never forget.

Turning off the water, I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me. Leaning against the bathroom counter, I hung my head, trying to forget the images in my head.

It was useless. I seared those images into my brain for all time.

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