Page 109 of Lilies from Hell

“I mean yes. Normal. I don’t know.” My cheeks are starting to turn red. I can’t imagine telling anyone about the things we do in our intimacy.

I love every time he marks my body with his hands or teeth, every time he takes my breath away. Every time he makes me bleed and then erases all traces of it. He has promised to corrupt me, and I fear he is succeeding.

“Now the most important thing,” she says with a smile as she settles down on the picnic blanket. “Is it big?” I spit out the sip of champagne I just took.

“That’s a yes,” she murmurs with a smug look on her face.

“It’s certainly not small,” I mutter to myself. Then I look at my side when I notice a man in black approaching us with a serious face.

“I need you to come with me.”

“And you are…?” Grace says sarcastically.

“Alekei wants to talk to you.”

“Well, tell him we’ll go another time. We’re busy,” she says in a matter- of-fact tone, giving our surroundings a sidelong glance.

“Now.”

“Okay, we’ll go now. Just give us five minutes,” I interrupt Grace as she is about to reply. “And what trouble are you in now?” I ask focusing my eyes on her. If he wanted to see me or Grace he wouldn’t do it so formally. She looks away, biting her lower lip. “Grace.”

“I may be a little bit to blame for what happened with that Sergei guy.”

“What?” She let out a sigh, still looking nervous.

“I know he was responsible for what they did to me.”

“Did you hire a hitman to kill him?” My voice comes out in a strangled cry.

“Don’t look at me like that. I was just defending myself.”

“You could have killed him!”

“That was the intention,” she says. “I should have paid more.”

“Do you know what would have happened if you had managed to kill him? Alek must be furious.”

“I know. But I’d be lying if I said I regret it. That jerk deserved a taste of his own medicine.” I snort as I get up from the blanket. It’s useless to try to reason with her, I just hope this issue doesn’t go any further.

“Hi,” I greet the men in the front seats, who just ignore us before starting the engine.

“Don’t be angry,” she says beside me with a pout.

“I’m not angry. But pray that our parents don’t find out, because then we’ll be the ones dead.”

The journey to his house seems to take forever, and even though it’s not a pleasant situation, I’m dying to see him.

“Hey, is it much further?” Grace asks.

“Yeah, so shut the fuck up,” one of them says brusquely.

“They call him Mr. Nice Guy,” she whispers to me, looking in the rearview mirror.

“Walk,” says a man behind us in a deep voice. I follow his footsteps until he turns to me.

“Not you. You stay here.”

“Why?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.