Finding evidence of her dead brother's whereabouts, Katherine Donovan believes that he is still alive. In pursuit to find her brother and restore her family's remaining happiness, she encounters the infamous and godforsakenly alluring Russian bastard Vitaly Alecovich Rostov and gets ensnared in his plan of capturing her brother. In order to attain his goal, he offers her a deal. However, the deeper she dives into the tangles of Vitaly's merciless world, she finds herself in a hauntingly familiar past. A past that she has been erased from- a past that she cannot she escape. Unsetting secrets loom the air of her maddening relationship with Vitaly. The question is; will she run from him? Or to him?

"I shouldn't have agreed" She stilled as he kissed her bare shoulders,with a hand he wiped off her tears.She was scared as to what his little secret would do to her,and if she would enjoy it. "I guess it's too late" With a mischievous smile,he continued to kiss her with full force his eyes glinting in pure lust.He made sure the cuffs were tightly secure,he was in charge for the night. Gabriele Armanto needed help when it came to his son and balancing his work ,accidentally he meets Heather, a nanny.But the thing is ,a nanny isn't supposed to fantasize about her employer ,and she has a boyfriend.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."