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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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One Lie is Enough

(IVANNA)

Karlen and I watch then set as the yacht cruises back to Tyva. We are both silent and lost in our thoughts.

And one thing you should know, Ivanna, is that I always get what I want.

Was that Sergio telling me that he wanted me? That had certainly been implied as he cornered me on the wall and caged me with his body. At that moment, I hadn't felt any fear. Well, maybe a little, but not because I thought that he would hurt me. I was afraid because of the way I was reacting to him. Of how excitement pulsed between my legs just taking a look at him. Any time he is within fifty feet, my nipples bead, almost like they are issuing me some kind of a warning.

But then, I didn't want to run away from him. Far from it.

The thought of his strong hand on my throat, the warmth and the strength of his body surrounding me makes me want more. I want to drown in his darkness, and that's what's terrifying me the most.