Slamming the door as hard as you could was practically a family tradition in our house.

Would she go to Berlin? Wearing her turquoise dress and no underwear, in the company of the sexiest man she had ever seen, including those men she had only seen on TV or in the movies?

He knew that Arina didn't have underwear on and his eyes reminded her of it every second.

He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to buy her for two months. He wanted her to have an orgasm on the plane, in full view of everyone.

Why did a submissive woman excite him so much?

Was he just a psycho as she suspected? He was definitely eccentric, that's for sure. A handsome, gray-eyed psycho with messy auburn hair.

He was destroying her, blatantly invading her very feminine essence, but why did it feel so right?

Her pale face with inviting bright red, slightly swollen lips, her surprisingly delicate, feminine look, full of compassion, and her bottomless blue eyes - a young, tear-stained fairytale face.

In general, Mark was right; love was a business predestined for failure. I should have poked my head out of the sand in time and asked whether my husband loved me or not.