Boris Petrova, the ruthless Don of Russia, saves Anya and her sister from a fate worse than death. But when his eyes meet Anya's, something dark stirs within him-a need, an obsession he can't ignore. His control slips, replaced by a dangerous hunger.
Anya Moreno, a simple café worker, is overwhelmed by thoughts of him, unable to explain the pull she feels. The moment Boris entered her life, everything changed. Now, not just her life, but her family's, is entwined in his dangerous world. The danger isn't coming-it's already here.
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Boris had me pinned face down on the table, my cheek pressed hard against the cold surface. His hands gripped my ass so tightly it bordered on pain-but the sting only made me wetter, made me crave him more.
I had fantasized about this moment endlessly, even in my sleep, imagining every way he might punish me. The thought had consumed me, left me aching and needy, wondering if something was wrong with me for wanting it so badly.
He leaned over me, his chest pressing me harder against the table, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the cold surface beneath me. His breath ghosted over my ear, hot and taunting.
"You want to be punished, Anya?" he asked, his voice low, rough, and commanding.
I whimpered, nodding weakly, my body writhing beneath him, desperate for more of his touch. His chuckle was dark, a sound that sent another rush of heat through me.
"Words," he growled, his grip tightening on my ass. "I want to hear you say it."
"Yes," I managed to gasp, my voice trembling with need. "I want it. I want you to punish me."
"Good girl," he whispered, his tone dripping with satisfaction. He pulled back just enough to bring his hand down hard on my ass again, the sharp smack reverberating through the room. I cried out, the sting making my hips roll back against him, seeking the friction of his cock pressed firmly against me.
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ▪︎ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
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"Fucking say that again," His voice was deeper than usually, fuming with rage just like his eyes.
"Fuck. you." I answered testing his patience. I knew I played with fire but I couldn't help it. I was furious. My skin tingled slightly where his breathing met the surface and my stomach felt unusually light.
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I took my own hand and placed it on top of his bigger one while still staring into his eyes. Then I squeezed, firmly.
"If you choke me," I pressed out, "do it harder."
His eyes were hooded, breathing heavy, and I felt his dick pressed against me.
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What happens when a hot tempered, colombian mafia queen is forced to work with her rival- a smug but cool headed italian mob boss, to protect her daughter from an old enemy?
Ainara Moreno never wanted anyone's help and certainly not the help of a man- a made man at that. The kind of man she hates the most. But Adrin Bianchi happens to be a little less hated than her oldest enemy and even less hated when he helps her to hunt him down.
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