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“I’m not a city girl. London is okay in small doses, but way too busy for me. I expect the property is a small flat anyway because house prices are extortionate in the city.”
“No.” I gaze around with a happy smile on my face. “My heart is already here. London will be my ticket to stay and I count myself lucky I have that option.”
“What about Sussex? I thought you were happy there?” He asks, gripping my hand with a surprising firmness.
“I am, but it’s nothing like this.”
“What about friends, your life there, your job?”
“I have very few friends and they can come and visit me here. As for my job–” I shrug. “I can do that anywhere. I’m a freelance copywriter and all of my work is online.” I stare around with mounting excitement. “This is perfect for me and my future.”
He says nothing and we walk in silence and I marvel at the sheer scale of this garden. It’s beautiful and my aunt must definitely have a gardener because it’s so well kept.
“Valentin—” I say quickly as the thought hits me. “My aunt must have employed someone to care for this place. Perhaps they can tell us something about your father.”
“His name is Gregory Parker, and he is due to visit tomorrow.”
“How do you know that?” I stop and stare at him in astonishment, and he grins.
“I make it my business to know everything, malyshka.”
He stops and pulls me in close and tilts my face to his and my heart races as he whispers against my lips, “I know everything except who killed my father and why. I know meaningless information that is missing a vital puzzle piece, and I know that the most important thing in my life, even more important than the reason I’m here, is to be inside you within the next hour.”
I gasp as I stare into his turbulent eyes that are overflowing with lust, and I swear every part of me shivers with delicious anticipation as his lips brush against mine.
My heart pounds as he deepens the kiss and I instinctively lean into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in deeper. His hand settles in the small of my back as he presses me in closer and I groan softly as he tangles his other hand in my hair and releases it from its binding.
He pulls back and whispers, “Come with me.”
I blink as the rush of air catches me and he tugs me after him toward the trees and as we crash through them, he swings me against a nearby tree and pushes me back against it. My heart beats frantically as he pushes my skirt up around my waist, unzips his own pants and without any foreplay, or even a word, he thrusts inside my wet heat, nailing me to the tree.
I cry out as he hammers me to the bark as the birds screech overhead.
“Fuck.”
His low growl is sexy as hell as he fills me entirely, body and soul. He lifts my leg to drive deeper and wrenches my top up over my breasts, dropping his greedy mouth to them and sucking hard.
This is raw, basic animal fucking and I am so turned on right now. My hands run under his shirt and I claw his back, groaning out loud as he scrapes my walls inside. He has overpowered my senses and is ruining me forever and I hate that I love how desperate this is.
My head hits the bark of the tree as he thumps into me with a ferocity that excites me, and he spills Russian words into the afternoon breeze that carries them to the heavens. His rough fingers caress my clit, causing me to scream his name and as I ride a huge violent wave of ecstasy, I come all over his cock. A loud roar accompanies his own release and as he fills my sodden pussy, I love every sordid minute of it.
I’m not sure when my morality deserted me, but I have a feeling it’s when he tossed the thorny rose into an open grave and turned to stare directly into my eyes. That was the moment my soul was lost to him and, like the beautiful rose that tumbled to its rough ending, it signifies my own rough beginning. I am lost in this man and I will never be the same again because life after Valentin Romanov will be an empty one indeed.
CHAPTER 18
VALENTIN
Great pleasure has come from great misery. I really feel that now as I stare at the flushed face of a goddess as she lies slumped against the tree. I used her, degraded her even, and didn’t care what she thought. All that mattered was being inside her so I could lose myself in a piece of heaven.
I arrange my clothing and allow my gaze to linger on her heaving breasts, that are already red from my rough treatment of them. The faraway look in her eyes tells me she loved every minute of it, and the soft smile on her lips is directed at me.
As I stare at my English rose, I have never seen a more glorious sight and somewhere deep inside, it tugs on something many call a heart.
Carefully, I rearrange her clothing with a tenderness that surprises me and fix a soft kiss on her lips and whisper, “We should get out more. I didn’t realize how pleasurable walking could be.”
Her infectious giggle settles directly in my heart and she gazes up at me from underneath the longest lashes I have ever seen.
“It was okay, I suppose.”