27 parts Ongoing MatureNastya's hands trembled as she poured Nikolai a shot of vodka. He sat at the kitchen table, his eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity. She tried to avoid his gaze, but it was like he could see right through her.
"Come here, Nastya," he said, his voice low and husky.
She hesitated, but her legs moved of their own accord. Nikolai's fingers wrapped around her wrist like a vice, pulling her onto his lap.
"You're mine, Nastya," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Forever."
Nastya's heart raced as Nikolai's grip tightened. She knew better than to struggle. She was trapped in this toxic dance, and Nikolai held all the strings.