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Scars He Gave Me

"You know what a good girl would have done? A good girl would have stayed home instead of sneaking out of her father's compound just to get a man to fuck her. A good girl wouldn't have stabbed a man like me with a pen. And most of all, a good girl wouldn't be turned on by holding a gun to a man's chest." I lean closer to her. "You're no good girl, Ivanna." "You… you're wrong." "Go on then. Come on. Pull the trigger." *** My name is Ivanna. I am the daughter of Misha Sidorov, the head of the Krasnoyarsk Bratva. I have just graduated and I’m about to go to college. My life is perfect until Sergio Sakharov comes into the picture. He is the darkness itself. He reigns over the entire Sakharov family and by extension, the Dvina River Vory Bratva. His word is law, and his desire is absolute. Everything changes in a split second when he steals me away and holds prisoner in Tyva, a bride for his only heir. But Sergio doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets whatever he wants and against all reason, he claims me for himself instead. He thinks I’m the perfect match for his desires and he is determined to keep me close, even if I fight him at every turn. Except, I’m no helpless pawn. I’m not innocent. I have tasted his dark side, and I want more. The don himself, the man they call the Volkov of Dvina River appeals to me in the most sinful of ways. His wickedness draws me in, and when he decides that he wants me, I’m helpless. I can’t resist him, even if it means giving myself to him. He may think he has power over me and can control me every step of the way, but I’m about to show him who the real boss is.

Bistas_She · Urban
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#KIDNAP

Do Your Worst

(IVANNA)

This man is crazy.

It is like he is seducing me to kill him. His voice, rough and low fills the car just as it does my head, luring me deeper into his web. Something about the say he speaks to me lights my body on fire. It is almost like I lose my mind for a second and want to obey him. What worries me now is that instead of being frightened, I'm mesmerized. Anything remotely mesmerizing about this man is out of the question. I can't debate that.

You're no good girl, Ivanna.

Is that the reason why I didn't fight Sakharov's soldier when he shoved me back in the car? Or why did my stomach do a literal somersault when Sakharov himself showed up to take me from the police? Or why my nipples poke on my dress any time he comes near me or breathes too close to my ear?

Are my panties soaked right now because I'm no good girl?