I freeze when what I just did hits me like an angry bolt of lightning flashing through a stormy sky.
Her glacier eyes meet mine, weary and drained.
A tear tips over her eyelid and slides down the rosy pillow of her left cheek.
In all the time she’s been my captive, I’ve never seen her cry. Not even when I terrified her with her father’s crimes and she begged me to spare his life.
That first time I ventured inside her, I think I knew then why she was so tight and why her body was trying to keep me out. I just didn’t want to believe.
She was a virgin.
And I just stole her innocence.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Anastasia
Iam the broken-winged angel who flew too close to the sun.
I got scorched then fell from the heavens and now I’m here, staring the devil in the eye, wanting him.
He knows.
Desmier knows the truth now. And that I lied.
He knew it the moment he tore through my maidenhead. And now his face looks like that of a ghost.
In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him look so stunned. Like he truly realizes I just gave him the one piece of me no one else will ever have.
It’s gone. My innocence now belongs to him.
My whole life, my parents went above and beyond to preserve my virtue and purity. All those times Dad micromanaged my life with the teeth of a fine-toothed comb, and I just gave myself to his enemy.
With his cruel cock buried deep inside me like he’s ripping me apart, desire slides down my body like sweat.
Desmier continues to stare at me, his gaze unwavering, both of us frozen in the moment like we’ve been preserved in amber.
Something leaks from where we’re joined.
That’s the only thing that moves him. He pulls out a little and we both look at the blood lining his cock—the evidence of my virginity lost.
His eyes flick up to meet mine and he brings his hand to my cheek, a quiver in his fingers, pushing me back into awareness and this new feeling in my body.
He cups my face. “Why did you lie to me?” His voice is husky and saturated with guilt.
Guilt I never thought I’d witness in the pirate man who exudes so much vengeance.
“I don’t know.” Tears slide down my cheeks. Not from shame, but from the raw impact of him.
Desmier moves closer, the movement making his cock slide back deeper into my passage, and he kisses my tears away. It’s tenderness I don’t expect from him, especially not after the horrible things Viktor said to him.
There is much I haven’t been told, but I didn’t need to be to get the gist of what he was talking about in regard to Desmier and his mother. I just don’t know how bad things were.
Soft kisses tease the apples of my cheeks, pulling me back to this moment where the wall I put up has crumpled before my feet.
He brushes his lips over mine, and the lighter parts of his eyes open the doors to his soul. “Why me?” His fingers glide over my neck, awakening every cell in my body.
I’m always compelled to lie first, before I tell the truth. To myself and to others. This time, I don’t think I can do it.