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."

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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

True to his word, Sergio nudges me awake, and a strong scent of the coffee fills the air.

"Malishka, you cannot sleep all day."

God. That sexy accented voice of his! He can make a killing audiobook narrator. "How are you already awake?" I ask, struggling to flutter my lids open.

"I have been up for about three hours, while you laze about on the bed, neglecting your duties."

He squeezes one of my butt cheeks. "Presenting me with that ass to fuck."

I shoot up in bed, not caring that I am completely naked. Then he is on the mattress next to me. "Sergio, you promised me, remember."

"And what did you promise me in return?"

I don't want to say it out loud, so I press my lips together, hoping he has forgotten.

"should I spank you to make you say it again, malishka?" he motions with his hands for me to get up.

You Were Made for Me