Samara’s life is about to change. Gregor dropped a bomb. The one thing they have in common is a family obligation. How they fill it is different. The age-gap is apparent because of the experience each has. While reading you’ll know exactly what Gregor likes.
As tension builds between the main characters so does ours. He’s an alpha male on the outside but even though he may think he’s the same on the inside his heart beats for a reason. As far as what he wants from her, that’s where things may get a little darker.
Some of you may think that a woman shouldn’t be subjected to certain things but it’s all about personal preference. But if implied consent is given then why not. Plus, since this is a work of fiction no woman was hurt in the writing of this story. If you don’t like the really hot side that can happen between a couple then this may not be for you.
Gregor is like a painter and Samara is a blank canvas. Our author is also an artist and her words are her paint. She adds in some of the Russian language. I loved seeing it because it lends to our characters’ heritage. But I became frustrated with my e-reader because the dictionary function decided not to work so I missed out understanding what was being said – the people that develop the book apps need to add closed captioning (lol).
Several times Samara mentions what cologne Gregor was wearing and I became intrigued. I’m still waiting for smellavision to be developed but in the meantime I can go to a local men’s cosmetic counter and ask to take a sniff. The author has created several things that got me involved and may you as well. Artwork seems to come alive as a secondary character. I have a love of museums and this book seemed to feed that need. Now is not the time to go see it in person but with our current technology, there are other ways to make it happen.
It was nice to see how our author developed Samara. We get to see her grow into a woman as the chapters go by. At times it may seem like it’s a long wait but there’s a lot happening to make the time go by quickly. I was giddy once the suspense and mystery were added to an already great mix. Ms. Blake made it very easy to become transfixed from beginning to end. Now I’m anticipating my enjoyment continuing especially after reading the Epilogue.
Still, he didn’t speak.
I licked my lips and watched as his gaze zeroed in on my mouth.
“Answer me,” I demanded with more boldness than I felt.
“Would I have pulled the trigger?” he repeated.
I nodded.
He lowered his right arm. The cold barrel of the gun grazed my cheek. I sucked in a breath. He pointed the gun off to the side and cocked the hammer. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced for the gunshot, but only heard the same hollow metallic click. Opening my eyes, I watched as Gregor tossed the gun onto the bed.
“But… I don’t….”
Lifting his left arm, he held up a bullet between his thumb and forefinger. He had never truly loaded the gun. It had all been a twisted game from the start.
My brow furrowed. “Why would you do something like that? You scared him to death!”
“He deserved to be punished for touching you.”
He said it so matter of factly. As if we weren’t discussing terrorizing my now ex-boyfriend with a fucking gun!
I shoved at his chest. It was solid muscle, so of course he didn’t budge. I hated that I had to crane my head back to meet his gaze. It made me feel small and vulnerable. “No one asked you! I can take care of myself!”
“Malyshka, you can’t honestly think I was going to let him assault you like that and just walk away unscathed? He’s lucky it’s my little sister’s birthday, and the house is filled with witnesses, otherwise I would have beaten him within an inch of his worthless life.”
“I don’t understand. Why do you care?”
I hadn’t laid eyes on this man in over five years. I was just his little sister’s friend. I was nothing to him.
He reached down to pull back the fabric of my dress, exposing the top of my breast and shoulder. His fingertip traced my collarbone before slowly moving down to caress near the bruise marks. His brow creased, and a small tick appeared high on his cheekbone just below his eye. He breathed heavily through his nose as if he were trying to calm himself down. His anger was palatable.
“He hurt you,” he said matter-of-factly, his voice gruff and low. “When I entered from the patio, even before I saw your face, I could feel your fear. If I hadn’t come in when I did? That little bastard would have….”
It hadn’t occurred to me he might actually be shaken and upset at Peter’s treatment of me. Gregor almost appeared human in this moment. Vulnerable.
“Yeah, but he didn’t….”
He cupped my jaw and gazed down at me, his eyes as hard as flint. Gone was my brief glimpse of his unfamiliar human side. He was back to being the scary, inscrutable man I knew him to be. “It will never happen again. Do you understand me? I’m here now to make sure of it.”
What was that supposed to mean?
Alarm bells raged inside my head.
He ran his thumb over my bottom lip before continuing. “From this point forward, you are under my protection. I will expect you to behave accordingly and not put yourself in these types of dangerous positions again. I will be obeyed in this, malyshka.”
Under his protection?
Obey him?
Malyshka?
No.
Something was wrong here.
I couldn’t think straight. Too much had happened in the last hour.
My head was spinning.
Nothing he said or did was making any sense to me.
My eyes welled up as the trauma set in.
Frustrated, I swiped at a tear that fell down my cheek. “Stop calling me that!”
“What?”
“You know what.”
“Malyshka?”
“Yes, malyshka! I’m not you’re malyshka. I’m not your anything! You can’t just come in here and start dictating rules to me!”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You’re mine now.”
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