A/N: Hey! Again, if you want to skip the parts, just look out for *^* and another *^* to skip the parts between. And guys, I'm sorry but I'm not going to write the scene with a mature rating because this book is not rated mature. And I think I have some readers who are definitely way too young but I'm giving you a warning. AHAHA. I'll have another author's note at the bottom.

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Chapter 31-The Big Reveal

Miranda Barone's POV

I moaned softly as Slade grounded against me. He was pressed against me invitingly and I gripped onto his shoulders as he walked us to our room.

His mouth moved against mine hungrily and I sighed as his hands started moving up my shirt. Now that I knew that we were going to do it. Everything seemed more exhilarating, maybe it was because I knew Slade loved me and I loved him in return.

My fingernails were digging into his skin as Slade continued to grind against me and I was definitely sure that I was turned on. We finally reached our bedroom and Slade released me to the ground. My legs were shaky and weak from his mind numbing kisses and I could barely stand upright. He pulled off his shirt and immediately I scanned his impressive broad muscular chest.

Slade stalked towards me and once he neared me, he simply looks at me with an unknown expression on his face as if he was committing me to memory. He caresses my cheek before finally, he starts to kiss me.

This time, the kiss wasn't full of passion and lust but of love and a hint of sadness. I didn't know why he was sad but I would definitely get to it later. I thought determinedly.

His lips were the only part of him touching me and I liked that he was moving slowly for me. But I wanted him right now. My hands reached out for him and I pulled him against me. Now there wasn't a single inch of space between us and I liked it this way.

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I wet my bottom lip because suddenly my mouth went dry as Slade fingered the ends of my blouse before ripping it off my body. No words were said as he took in my barely clad torso. My hands were now on his arms and he pulled his hungry gaze from my body and met my eyes. His blue eyes showed hunger. Hunger for me.

His rough calloused hands met my waist and he gently stroked the skin there as his mouth landed on mine again. This time, his kiss was hungry and lustful, full of passion and desire for me. His tongue moved against mine and swept across my lower lip teasingly as his hands started unbuttoning my jeans.

Soon, I was just in my undergarments and I glanced at Slade nervously to see him looking at me with appreciation and desire in those beautiful blue eyes of his. That look made my nerves disappear and my hands moved down to his jeans and unbuttoned them. I brushed my hands over his groin and he let out a hiss of pleasure.

Seeing the mischievous smirk on my face, Slade grabbed my hands and pushed me down onto the bed. I landed on the bed, the breath knocked out of me and watched as Slade crawled on top of me. His mouth began laying hot wet kisses on my neck before he began nibbling and sucking at the side of my neck.

The sensation of his teeth and tongue was pleasurable and I let out a moan at the feeling, his hands began moving all over my body leaving heated touches teasingly. Groaning impatiently, I reached down to pull his boxers down.

The memory of me doing the same thing on our first date hit me and I just realised how bold I was being. I held my breath, wondering if Slade was going to stop me.

He did.

His hand grabbed mine and he pulled away from my neck, I opened my mouth to argue but a sly smirk crossed his lips. "Ladies first." He rumbled out, his voice husky from desire. In no time, I was totally bare and Slade slipped a finger into me. "Fuck, you're wet." He groaned out and I arched my back from the feeling. "Oh god." I whimpered.

I moaned as his finger started to move and soon enough, he slipped another finger into me and I panted softly from the sensations he was causing. "Slade please." I begged and I could hear him chuckling. Stupid smug idiot.

"Not yet." He bit out and groaned as I clenched around his fingers. "Oh hell. You're fucking tight." His mouth crashed against mine again and he slipped his fingers out and pulled away from me as his mouth closed over them. My eyes widened at that sight and he shoved his boxers down and aligned himself with me.

"Are you sure?" He asks hoarsely and looks down at me, his large hands gripping my hips. "Yeah. I am." I breathed out, my body heaving from desire. "Wai-"

"What now?" I snapped impatiently. All I wanted was to be with him in every way and he was seriously thinking twice about this? Wasn't Slade Kolosov some kind of playboy or womaniser? Slade snorted, "Protection." He smirked at me wickedly and amused, clearly enjoying the fact that he knew I wanted him so badly.

"Oh." I mumbled and he grabbed a foil packet from the bedside table and ripped it open with his teeth. Whoa that was hot. He slid the rubber sheath over himself and slowly he thrusted into me, his eyes watching me keenly for any signs of discomfort.

"Oh god Slade." I moaned and he groaned and cursed. "Fuck. You're so tight!" He paused, waiting for me to get adjusted to his size. "Slade! Move!" I hissed, the pleasure overcoming the slight discomfort I was feeling. He chuckled lowly before continuing to thrust into me slowly. "Faster!" I begged and this time, Slade didn't say a thing and his hips moved faster.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god." I chanted under my breath and panted before I gripped onto his shoulders tightly, my fingernails most likely digging into his skin. "Mel!" He groaned out and buried his head into my neck.

As Slade continued to pump his hips, I could feel myself moving closer to the finish line. Every now and then, Slade would let out a grunt or groan as he moved. His hands would move from my hips, to my waist and occasionally he would leave kisses on my lips and neck.

Suddenly, Slade's rhythm became frantic and even faster and with that, I came. "Oh Slade!" I cried out from the intense pleasure I was feeling and gripped his shoulders even harder. Slade let out a growl and he moved his hips faster with frantic thrusts. And suddenly he gave one last thrust and he let out a loud growl. "Fucking hell Mel." He hissed before groaning out as his hands clutched tightly onto my waist as he came.

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I don't know how long we stayed in each other's embrace, but none of us said a thing as we tried to catch our breaths from our intense love making. Soon, Slade left to discard the used condom before slipping back into bed with me.

He pulled the covers over us and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I liked this-basking in the afterglow. Despite the perspiration on our skin that was quickly evaporating from the chill of the cold weather, Slade pressed a kiss on my shoulder before murmuring, "I love you Mel."

I sighed, contented and sated before replying sleepily. "I love you too Slade." And with that, my eyes shut and I fell asleep in his embrace.

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Slade Kolosov's POV

I looked down at the body curled up against me. Her hair was all tangled due to me running my fingers through it. A sense of male pride or smugness filled me at the sight of the many lovebites I had given her on her neck and shoulders.

The only thing that was on my mind was her. I loved her. That was all I could think about. The best fucking part? She loved me too. I fingered her strawberry blonde curls as she snuggled against me, her head resting on my bare chest. I came to a realisation that I never felt this...happy before in my life.

The thought of that blew me away. Last night was something totally different than what I usually experienced. It was incredible. Maybe it was because I was with someone who meant something to me. Or maybe it was because I loved her and she loved me back in return.

I still couldn't believe that Mel loved me. What was there to love? Maybe that was why I slept with her before I told her my childhood and life so that if she left after that, I would have the memory of her in my mind to keep me going.

I was still stunned that Mel hadn't left last night, I had done all I could to make her leave but she didn't. When I found out that she had gone behind my back and went to meet Grayson, I was furious.

However, I was furious not because she lied but because the thought of my brother taking something away from me again made me panic. I didn't want him to take Mel away from me. He had already taken our mother, my trust, our friendship and more away from me. I couldn't lose Mel to him. I couldn't!

I wasn't angry that Mel lied to me. If I was in her shoes, I would have done the same and more. And I guess I admired her for that. I knew I was hurting her by not letting her in. And I hated myself more for that but I couldn't tell her a single thing. She would leave if she knew what I had done and how damaged and broken I was.

But after last night, she had put her foot down and demanded to let me in. Being the love sick fool I was, I couldn't deny her anything. The only thing I wanted in return was to be with her for a night before I told her anything. And at least I would have the memory of being with her if she left.

But for now, I would just enjoy it before it turned sour. I pressed a light kiss on her forehead watching Mel wrinkle her nose before she opened her eyes. "Hey you." She mumbled and gave me a bright grin.

I couldn't help but give her a smile in return. "Hey." She shifted and pulled the covers over her chest and I caught sight of a mark on her shoulder. I caused that. A twinge of guilt hit me and I asked, "Did I hurt you?"

Mel frowned before shaking her head, "No. It was perfect. You were perfect." She admitted and her cheeks reddened. I couldn't help it and asked, "So I'm not perfect now?" I teased lightly.

Mel rolled her eyes and slapped my chest lightly, "You know what I mean. How long were you awake?" I shrugged, "For awhile." Mel slowly sat up and the covers slipped and I caught the sight of her breasts. Instantly, I got hard.

Seeing that she was pressed against me, Mel could obviously tell that I wanted her. Again. Another blush stained her cheeks before she glanced at me shyly. "Was it good for you?"

I smirked, "It was very good indeed." Mel rolled her eyes and I pressed my head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her vanilla and honey scent. I couldn't get enough of her scent.

Mel sighed as she drew patterns on my back and I closed my eyes as we enjoyed basking in the afterglow. I opened my eyes and gazed at her neck before noticing there was a spot I had left unmarked. I couldn't have that.

Thus, I climbed on top of her and my lips met her soft skin and I began to place gentle kisses before sucking and nibbling at that spot. Mel tensed before relaxing against me, her arms thrown around my neck and moved towards my hair.

I on the other hand moved my hands down towards her waist, wanting to feel her skin to skin. It wasn't that hard considering that we weren't wearing any clothes.

Mel let out a little moan as my hands gripped her hips before moving down to her ass. She was making pants and breathy moans and I couldn't take it anymore and I slipped my left hand in between her legs.

Fucking hell. She was so wet. I stiffened at that and pulled away from her neck. At that spot, I could already see a hickey starting to show on her pale skin. "You're not too sore are you?" I ask hoarsely, my voice thick from lust.

Mel's dazed eyes met mine and she shook her head, "No. I want you Slade." At her confession, I groaned and my lips met hers before grabbing the foil packet in the drawer in the bedside table. And soon, we lost ourselves in each other.

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"That looks really really good." Mel sighed as I passed her a plate of scrambled eggs with bacon and sausages on the side. I grunted and watched amused as she scarfed the whole thing down. After that earlier round in our bed, we had gone for a shower and that led to other things before we finally got dressed to have some breakfast.

I was just dressed in one of my boxers but I couldn't help but let my eyes roam all over her body that was dressed in one of my shirts and just in one of her lace black undies. Her small frame made the sleeves drop down her shoulders, her hair was damp from our shower and to me, she never looked more beautiful. God, I was turning into a sap.

"You're not hungry?" She asks and I gave her a tight smile. "No, not really." The reason I had no appetite was because of the fact that I was nervous. I was going to tell her everything, my fucked up childhood, my brother-everything. And because of that, I could lose her. I could potentially be losing the love of my life.

Mel is definitely the love of my life. I know I could never love anyone else other than her. Everyone I had before Mel could never compare to her. She made me smile, she challenged me, she made me laugh and most of all, she didn't make me feel like such a monster.

She made me feel like I was capable of being more. Being with her made me feel like myself, not Slade Kolosov the monster but Sebastian Kolosov the man who just needed someone to accept him and care for him.

"Oh." She gives me a bright grin before standing up and placing the plates back into the sink. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes." I replied and Mel wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a gentle smile as she stroked my cheek gently and lovingly. "You don't have to tell me right away. I mean I'm just happy that you're not going to shut me out but at least I know you would be telling me one day but that day doesn't have to be today and not right now-"

I interrupted her rambling and say defeatedly. "No, you're right. You deserve to know. You're my girlfriend." Mel pursed her lips and nods her head. "Okay. But whatever you tell me won't change how I feel about you. Alright? I love you Slade. Nothing can change that." She adds reassuringly.

I looked at her and a tiny smile crossed my face. I remained quiet and committed everything about her to memory. After what I was going to reveal, she would pack her bags and leave. And I wouldn't blame her for doing so.

"I killed my parents."

I said tonelessly and Mel inhaled sharply but remained silent waiting for me to continue. Her hold on me was comforting but it gave me the courage to continue speaking. "I told you before that I was born in Russia and we migrated to the US when Grayson and I were three years old. Before my father took over the Russian Mob, he wasn't that abusive to my mother. He would just yell at her and abuse her verbally. And because Grayson was firstborn, he was the next heir of the Russian Mob."

I exhaled heavily as the memories began to resurface. "Our childhood wasn't that great as it should be. Seeing that Grayson was the heir, he was the favourite and my father trained him hard. I didn't hate Grayson for that. He was my brother and I loved him. My father was harsh. Even to his own sons. Grayson always came back from training with bruises and cuts and that started when we were six. I was thankful that I was born second so I didn't have to be under the pressure and abuse Grayson was going through but I still felt sorry for my brother."

Mel let out a soft gasp and she looked horrified from the cruelty of my father. She started rubbing comforting circles on my hands and I continued with another deep breath. "Because Grayson got most of my father's attention, I had my mother's. She loved Grayson and I equally but my father hardly ever let her see Grayson. So she spent most of her time with me. She taught me to play the piano and cook."

"As the years passed, my father grew more violent, he would not only abuse my mother verbally, but emotionally and physically. I didn't know what kind of training he would give Grayson but I knew it was terrible. Despite all of this, Grayson and I were best friends. We confided everything to each other but he would never say what my father did to him."

Mel watched me with sadness in her hazel eyes and stroked my cheek gently as I paused. By now, I was repeating everything in a robotic like fashion. In my mind, I was trying to numb the pain away. That day's events was still horrid and fresh in my mind.

"One fine day, when we were fourteen, I don't know what happened but Grayson snapped. He just took off after coming back from training with our father. And by that, he ran away from home. Leaving me and my mother all alone with our father. Of course, you could say my father went quite mad. His only beloved son, his heir vanished. He went after me, blaming me for the disappearance of my brother. And from that, he gave me most of the scars on my body."

Mel gasped in horror and tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at my body and her hands traced the jagged scars on my chest. "My mother wasn't home yet so my father basically tortured me for three hours until she came back. When she realised what was happening, she tried to protect me, telling my father to go away and leave us alone. Well you could imagine my father not liking that back talk. He killed her. Right in front of me."

At this, I could feel a tear roll down my cheek as the memories of that day replayed in my mind. "After that, he had no choice but to train me instead. His only trained heir was gone and he went for me. I had to toughen up and survive from his cruelty. When I was seventeen, my father came back all bloodied and bruised. Someone had attacked him and he collapsed on the floor in our living room, bleeding and gasping for help."

"I remembered I just stood there and watched him die. I hated him. He took my mother away from me, the only one who ever stood by me and cared for me. Grayson? He left me behind. We were brothers, best friends. We were always there for each other. And he just left as if my mother and I didn't matter. It was because of him that our mother died." I finished and waited for Mel to tell me she was leaving.

To my surprise, she didn't say anything, instead she hugged me tightly, her arms were wrapped around me and her face was buried in my chest. I tensed at her action before hugging her back awkwardly. What the fuck was going on?

"Aren't you going to leave?" I asked emotionlessly and Mel pulled away before looking up at me all confused, her eyes all teary, "Huh?"

"You should be disgusted to be even near me. I let my father die, it was because of me that my mother died. In a way, I killed them. I am a monster like my father was. So aren't you going to leave once you see that I'm all fucked up?" I spoke bitterly.

Mel watched me with sympathy and I hated it. She took my hands in hers and pressed her lips against mine. "I love you Slade. I told you, nothing can change that."

I watched her bewildered, "Don't you see? I am a monster. I let my father die. Who does that?"

Mel sighed and caressed my cheek, "You're not a monster Slade. You show mercy, compassion, thoughtfulness, love and so much more. A monster doesn't know what those traits are. You think you're a monster? I think you're one of the strongest and bravest people I know. And you didn't kill your mother, your father did. And you didn't kill your father. Those who attacked him did. And I told you, nothing you say or do can make me leave. I love you. Isn't that supposed to mean something?"

I did the only thing I could. I kissed her.

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A/N: Hey guys, if you're reading this, thanks for not ignoring it! I'm amazed and blown away by the comments you've given. Like it hit 200+ comments! You guys are the best! <3 <3 <3. I hope that Slade's past is something that will hit all of your expectations. And this is just a filler chapter. AHAHA. I hope you like it, I don't know because I'm feeling nervous what are your reactions going to be like. Omg.

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