Three years ago, he didn’t even know I existed.
And then I broke the rules.
I made him look.
And he hates me for it.
Dimitri Volkov, the white-collar CEO of a tech company by day, and something else entirely at night, has been my obsession since I was fifteen.
It took a while, but I got the memo: he’s not interested. I’m just the brat sister of his sort-of-friend-with-benefits. Sure, he checks in on me, makes sure I’m safe, but that’s just a favor to my sister and her husband.
I’ve moved on; I’m no longer pathetic enough to run after him, and there’s a ring on his finger making sure I understand perfectly that he’s not mine. He doesn’t give a single shit about me.
At least, that’s what I thought, until my secret, naughty little hobby takes a wrong turn.
Now there are cold bodies on my floor, a ball gag in my mouth, and I’m learning just what I get for dismissing his warnings.
The Way You Hurt Me is a standalone, dark age gap romance for very naughty readers.
