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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.

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I Made a Wrong Choice

( IVANNA)

I do as he asks, making a show of it as I rub the lube all over my chest. I pinch my nipples and squeeze my tits, which heighten the stimulation  and cause more wetness to pool between my thighs. I'm ridiculously turned on, yet he has barely done a thing to me. "How is this?"

"Relax." He squirts a tiny bit of the lube in his palm then he coats his erection. "Now, I fuck your tits." He slaps his cock between my breasts and gets into position. "Hold them. Press them tight."

I squeeze as he asks, and he groans. His stare is fixed on my chest and his hips begin to move, stomach muscles flexing. "Press tighter. Pinch your nipples like I would."

I obey, gasping at the electricity that jolts in my nerves as a result. Like I'm stroking myself without my hands. I pinch harder and my head rolls back as the bliss washes over me.

"Malishka, these tits!"