I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

"Laurent, it will do you well to understand that Salina is not yours anymore. She is mine. These insults you throw her way, they affect me. These," he gripped Salina's face a bit roughly. Squeezing her cheeks and tilting her chin to show the tear stains on them, glistening in the light. "These tears, they are mine. Choose your next words carefully in reference to my woman." •• Dominik Ivanov needs a wife. Or rather, does he simply want one? The Russian Devil is feared by many and known by none. When the devilish man is searching for a wife, Salina didn't once assume it would be her. But when she ends up in a courthouse signing her life away, she can't help but wonder if there's a bright side to this all. ~ When the devil finds himself obsessed, what more can he do but corrupt her? #2 in dangerouslove |10/23/23|