Politsiya 18+
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Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense."
Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win.
His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?"
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When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns.
Igor doesn't ask. He takes.
And from the moment he sees her... she's his.
WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.
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