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#R18
#DARK
#POSSESSIVE
#SMUT
#MAFIA
#PREGNANCY
#KIDNAP

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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#R18
#DARK
#POSSESSIVE
#SMUT
#MAFIA
#PREGNANCY
#KIDNAP

Pull The Trigger

(SERGIO)

He disappears into the back of the seat to uncuff Ivanna. I meet her angry gaze as she pulls out of the land rover. Surprisingly enough, she is quiet, but just continues to burn holes into my skin with her eyes. I try to not grin as Damien marches her back to me.

"Here you are, Malishka."

Now that she is up close, I can see the tear tracks in her eyes, telling me that she had been crying. I squash any guilt that tries to nudge at me and take her in my arm. She tries to pull away from me, but I keep my grip tight. "Thank you, Damien. My best to your wife and daughters."

"Anytime, Sir Sakharov."

I lead her to the SUV and Anton opens the rear door. She tosses her head back and her long, wheat coloured hair whips over her shoulder. She stares at me. She looks something between stubborn and defeated. Like someone who has just lost but is very adamant to admit they have. "Let me go, Sakharov."

"Get in the fucking car, Ivanna."