- Stop it! – I’m trying to break free from his tenacious embrace. “I don’t want to!” “I want, that’s enough,” Kirill mutters and digs his fingers into my shoulders, slamming me into the wall. Run, run away! - an impulse beats in his temples, but his hands frantically tear off his jacket, then, trembling with impatience, they tear out the buttons on his shirt. This is an obsession, an obsession, a madness that consumes both of us. A real sin that we will commit against his best friend and my future husband if we don’t stop now, but... how to do this? How to calm the crazy chemistry that is seething between us? “Relax,” he wheezes gutturally into my collarbones, and the ground disappears from under my feet.