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

I kissed him. Not on the lips but I kissed him. My lips were pressed to his forehead. He smelt heavenly, like heated vanilla on a late-night evening. The things this boy does to me.

/"Малышка, Что ты со мной делаешь? (Baby/ Little one, What are you doing to me?) I asked him in my native tongue. He reacted rather well to the kiss, I was burning on the inside but he stood there as my grip on him tightened. I slowly backed away and let go of him, he moaned. That only made my cock angrier, wanting to get deep inside Miles.

/"M-My father. He's w-waiting for us./" He breathed out heavily. I capture his jaw in my hand and squeezed only slightly making his eyes shut, those beautiful blue hues close. My hand slid down his back and stopped at the arch on top of his plump ass, his eyes shot open again, pupils dilated.

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