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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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137 Chs
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#SMUT
#MAFIA
#PREGNANCY
#KIDNAP

Whose Toy?

(IVANNA)

A knock on the door wakes me up earlier than usual.

I have taken to sleeping in the last few days, not eager to see anybody at breakfast. And last night, after Sergio's double orgasm fest, I stayed up late thinking about what he promised me. I'm I that weak as to sleep with a man who almost became my father in law? The man who very well knows I hate Tyva and won't let me go home?

No. I'm strong. Sidorovas are strong. We are neither weak nor quitters. As attracted as I am to Sergio, I have to resist him.

"Miss, are you awake?" one of the Sakharov staff asks by the door.

"Yes?"

"Sir Sakharov requests for your presence at breakfast."

What the hell? What makes him think that he can order me around just because he made me come twice? "Tell him I'm still sleeping."