Damsel in Business

Eleanora Pierce, one woman ruined by two men. Her crime? Her connection to the Pierce Business, a Mafia that belongs to her father, which only ever gave her two things;
A betrayal; a father's greed, a business deal.
A choice; Andrei Romanov's requirements, a man's price on her next breath.
The price? His ring on her finger.

It was their greed, their selfish purposes that commenced her demise.

But now, it was his will against her determination.
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Andre Romanov, one man who silenced the room with his mere presence, heir of a Mafia that stood superior over all other competition.
Resilient, Fierce, Heartless.
He had one aim in life, an aim buried deep in his being. To fulfill that aim, he had to get something first, a someone.

And he always got the things he wanted.
Even if that thing was not a thing at all, even if it was her.

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"Tell me, little dove, is this the way to treat your husband?" He towered over me, my frame being engulfed by his large build as he trapped me between his body and the wall of his office. His right hand leisurely unbuttoned my blouse as he leaned down to my height, the finger of his left hand under my chin, angling it up to look at him.

"You're not my husband." My defiance burned bright, but my breath shuddered at his movements.

"Yet." Fire swirled behind those eyes. His hand snaked on my bare skin, moving to my back as he reached for my bra, "And I don't see your body opposing me so," his warmth caressed my features, his face only a breath apart, "be a good girl, dove."

"I'm not your 'good girl', Andrei." The quiet moan slipped past my lips, betraying me when his skillful hand unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts.

"Push me away." My mind, foggy with desire and a hint of guilt; the guilt of not sticking with my plans and giving into his momentary pleasure.

My silence was his answer.

"That's what I thought," his knee pushed in between my legs, spreading them apart, "You're not my good girl, you're my dirty, little whore."