23 parts Ongoing Mature"Did he fucking touch you?" His voice was a low growl, each word laced with fury as he prowled closer, heat radiating from his body.
"A-Alex, you don't understand! He's just a friend!" I stammered, feeling the weight of his gaze pin me in place.
"Friend?" He sneered, a predatory glint in his dark eyes. "You're mine. Only mine. No one else gets to lay a finger on you. No one."
In a swift motion, he ripped my clothes apart, the sound echoing like thunder, leaving me bare before him. "Only I get to touch you. Only I get to make you feel," he growled, spreading my legs wide, electricity coursing between us.
"Alex, please, he didn't touch me!" I gasped, desperation spilling from my lips.
"Shut up," he commanded, his breath hot against my skin. "Let me claim what's mine. Let me fuck you until you forget his name."
He's a ghost in the underworld, a man feared by even the most ruthless criminals. Aleksandr Volkov doesn't ask-he takes. And the moment I stumbled into his world, I became his next possession.
I should hate him. I should run. But the way he looks at me tells me one thing...
I'll never be free again.
"Why did you kiss me?"
His dark eyes smolder as he steps closer, voice low and possessive.
"I wanted to know what you taste like."
"And?" I whisper, barely breathing.
A slow smirk tugs at his lips as he brushes a thumb over my lower lip.
"Kak Moyà." 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦
A russian Mafia romance
STARTED WRITING:19/02/25
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