Bistas_She

"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.

Scars He Gave Me

I have nothing to lose by asking him. Maybe by learning how not special I am to him, I can prevent any growing feelings from developing any further. The last thing that I need to do is to fall in love with Sergio Sakharov. That is out of the question. "You bring women here often?"

He reaches over and lifts me, and I settle on his lap. "Why would it bother you?"

"No. But I am curious. This looks like just the perfect fuck pad."

"Yeah. A place where you bring women to fuck."

He shakes his head, his chest rising and falling with suppressed laughter. "Ivanna, I don't need a special place to fuck women. I can fuck wherever I want."

Hasn't he already proven that with me though? The stables, the dining room…

"I get it. Congratulations, you are a man whore." I push him away, suddenly feeling claustrophobic.

You Belong to Me (2)