I don’t know what I’m doing, but it feels right.

It’s like Anatoli has cast a spell on me.

Your majesty…

Son of a bitch. He’s been so infuriatingly sexy since the moment I first saw him. It’s been next to impossible to go to school pretending I don’t want him to tear my clothes off of me.

So what if he comes from nothing and my parents would rather see him mopping the floors of our house than putting a ring on my finger? I’d let him bend me over right here right now in my dad’s Rolls Royce if he wanted to. Breed me. Put a baby in...