(DASHA)
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror.
I barely recognized the person reflected there.
It was late, well after midnight. My pussy still tingled from the absolutely stellar orgasm he gave me on the dining table.
Everything Nikolai did to me was wrong, so fucked up and wrong. I usually didn't trust men, especially after Grayson. Yet I trusted Nikolai.
He hadn't lied to me. He told me exactly why I was here and what I meant to him—revenge on Sergio.
So why wasn't I fighting him any longer? Instead, I was collecting orgasms like some women collected designer handbags.
Ty prekrasna, ty ideal'na.
