Synopsis: "I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax, and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots.

"I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that.

"I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds.

He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3.

"You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straightforward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips.

"There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them.

Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood.

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That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long-term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties)

Property Of a Millionaire

It's been 2 weeks. 2 weeks of being the CSA (Computer Science Analysts) for Mr. Maximilion Ivanov. He hasn't called me into his office ever since the interview. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. It's been going well, I've met a few people here in the office and it's been going well.

/"Your assistance is needed in my office, a quarter after 1 o'clock./" The phone call cut once he finished his sentence. He sounded so professional and sexy, lord have mercy on me.

I check the time on the computer in front of me and it's already 1:00 PM. Thankfully, I wasn't too far from his office so I continued to log more information down on the charts.

/"Um excuse me?/" I heard a voice call out to me.

/"Hi, I would like to make an appointment with Mr. Ivanov./" I looked up to the prettiest set of grey eyes. When our eyes met, a smile grew on his face. He looked slightly familiar.

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