Sasha
SashaI wake naked in a room in Chateau Marmont with Maxim’s longer body spooned behind mine, his hand palming my breast, his c**k twitching against my ass.
Gospodi.
Gospodi.My face heats as the memories from last night flood in. How much of my true self I revealed—my hurt over his rejection. My virginity.
virginityAck!
Was that why he didn’t have s*x with me last night? Was he being a gentleman?
I realize with a squirmy feeling in my belly that I think that was exactly it.
And I don’t like to think of Maxim as a gentleman. I want to keep believing he’s the bad guy.
It makes things much easier.
Navigating a new forced marriage to a guy I actually want? A guy whose love I crave like my next breath?
That’s a different story. One I could slip into so easily.
I don’t want to be
