Beautiful Revenge (A Good Wife #1) - Sienna Blake Page 0,44

his shirt, as he presses his arousal against my hip. I bite down on a moan. Despite everything, my body screams to give in to him.

“Well,” his breath tickles my ear, “if I’m going to accuse you of being a whore, you might as well be one.”

I shove him back. He lets go of me, laughing.

“You bastard.” My breath heaves out of my lungs, my neck and cheeks flaming red. He’s playing with me. Toying with me. I want to strangle him.

He smirks at me and shrugs. “At least I can admit what I am.”

His words reach into my chest and wring my heart. “If you won’t go, at least leave Emily alone.”

“She is the one who won’t leave me alone.”

“You kissed her.”

He smiles at me, cold and hateful. “Are you jealous?”

“Why are you like this? How could you be so cruel? Why do you want to torment me?”

“Why? Why?” His face cracks apart. “You broke me,” he roars. “You destroyed me when you chose him over me. You filled me so full of bitter hatred, it is all that I taste. It’s all I breathe.” His voice trembles with anguish.

My heart breaks right there. His eyes so open and raw, I can see right into his charred soul. The pieces of his heart that I broke all those years ago are still jagged and sharp. With every breath he takes, they cut him, making him bleed from the inside.

“I’m sorry, Dimi. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s too fucking late for sorry. It’s five years too late.”

It can’t be too late. It can’t.

Love can triumph over hate. It can.

I reach out for him. My voice is pained as I beg—as I beg— “Dimi, please…”

“Get out,” he spits, causing me to snatch my hand back. “It would be very cruel for your husband to find you here alone with me in my bedroom. We wouldn’t want him to get any wrong ideas.”

“I am not a cheater, Dimitri. Don’t you dare insinuate that I am.”

“Just a whore, then.”

His words slap me across my face. Pain spreads from where they strike me. “Fuck you.”

“No, you never did get to give that to me, did you? You gave that pleasure to your worthless husband.”

When Dimitri arrived at Worthington Manor, my hope took flight. To see him again, after all these years, to know that he found me, that he came here for me. Even after I realised that he wanted revenge, I still believed. Even after every cruel word, I still hoped. I thought that I could get through to him. That he couldn’t stay angry at me forever. I thought deep down that we would finally get our happily ever after.

But I have flown too close to the sun, allowed my hopes to soar too high. Hope has melted and my heart has plunged towards the ground, swirling and twisting, until finally crashing on the sharp, jagged rocks.

He still wants me. He hates me more.

He will never forgive me.

He will never love me again.

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Dimitri

Alena was wrong. I didn’t correct her. Emily kissed me.

For a second I kissed Emily back. I thought it would give me satisfaction. I thought it might even be a pleasant way to pass the time here, Emily being a pretty girl. Except all I could think about was her.

Alena.

Alena.

Alena.

My blood beat out her name through my veins. I tore my mouth off Emily and made some excuse about not wanting to disrespect her father in his own house. I went to bed soon after, locking my door behind me to make sure that Emily didn’t get any ideas.

In the dark of my bedroom it was Alena’s kiss that replayed over and over.

“Five years. Five years you’ve haunted me. You’ve tormented me.” The wound she made across my heart reopens, my pain spilling out, filling each one of my words. “You she-devil. You witch.” I beat my chest. “Why are you still in here?”

She looks at me with such sorrow. Such longing painted across her face. “Dimi.” Her old nickname for me stabs my heart. She makes me believe that she still might love me. “I—”

I crush my lips to hers before I know what I’m doing. She freezes but I don’t care. I’m stealing a kiss from her. I’m taking what should belong to me.

When she melts against me and her lips mould to mine, my heart stutters. She’s kissing me back.

She is kissing me back.

I grip her to me, my fingers digging like claws into her body, ready to tear