Page 111 of Konstantin

“It’s just a dream,” she says, her voice still shaky. “One I’ve been having since I was younger. Except…” She can barely get the words out.

“What is it?”

She peers up at me, gaze searching mine, like she’s trying to decide whether to trust me with whatever it is she’s holding back.

“I promise, whatever you have to say is safe with me.”

For a moment, she closes her eyes, her lips trembling as if the words are too heavy to say out loud.

“I don’t think it’s a dream,” she breathes, barely audible. “Whatever I’m seeing…I think it actually happened. And now my mind’s trying to make me remember.”

I gently trace her arm, trying to relax her. “What is it about?”

She pauses, her mouth pressed into a thin line. “I was little, hiding in a closet. Two men were arguing, one shouting at the other while my mother cried in the background. Then suddenly, I hear a gunshot. It was so loud. I can still…” Her lashes flutter shut. “I can still feel my fear. See myself covering my ears, thinking it was all over.”

She drags in a shaky inhale as she continues. “When the door opened, I thought the man would kill me. But instead, he reached for me. And I went with him even when I didn’t want to. That’s it. That’s all I remember.”

A cold knot tightens in my stomach as her words sink in. My mind races, trying to piece it together. If one of those men hurt her, I’ll make them suffer for what they did.

The fact that she could’ve been hurt… It fuels an intense desire to protect her, to shield her from everything, to make sure nothing ever hurts her again.

“And you think all of that was real?”

She nods, and I can see how much she believes it. “It feels like it’s connected to something bigger. Something I can’t remember, but need to.” She pauses, her eyes getting lost in thought before her attention returns to me. “My shrink thinks I should see a hypnotist. Do you think that’s stupid?”

I consider it for a moment. “The mind’s complicated. If it helps, why not? You have nothing to lose.”

She finally relaxes, the tension in her body easing as a small, uncertain smile tugs at her lips.

“Okay. Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’ll help.” She pats my chest. “Good chat,” she adds, her tone a little lighter now. “I’ll make the appointment.”

“See how well this marriage is going already?” A smirk twitches at my lips.

She elbows me in my stomach, and I chuckle, playfully grunting.

“Ouch. You’re tough for a tiny thing.”

“I’m not tiny,” she snaps, narrowing her eyes at me.

My grin widens, relishing the way she challenges me, the fire in her. “Yes, I remember. I’m just a big guy.”

Before she can speak, I flip her beneath me, caging her in with my body. My weight hovers just above hers, every muscle throbbing with need.

“What are you doing?” she breathes, the sound catching as I roll my hips between her thighs, aching to be inside her, wanting to make her forget everything that makes her hurt.

“Breaking you.” My words are barely more than a growl against her throat, my hand slipping between us, feeling the warmth of her cunt, how wet she is for me already.

I slide my curled fingers inside her, teasing her just enough to make her squirm. Her nails claw into my back, dragging me closer as I kiss along her jaw, lingering there, tasting her skin. I grab her hips, flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her legs apart, holding her open and helpless. Rising on my knees, I catch her gaze from over her shoulder.

One brutal thrust drives me deep into her pussy, and the sound she makes shreds what’s left of my control.

The room explodes into motion. Filled with grunts, gasps, the sharp slap of skin against skin. We’re chaos and hunger and passion, clashing like we were built to destroy each other and love each wrecked piece in the aftermath.

She arches beneath me, wild and furious, and I match her withevery ruthless stroke.

This isn’t just sex. It’s war. It’s worship. It’s everything I’ve ever craved.

And everything I never thought I’d have.