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 don't have time to wonder whether this is a mistake or not.

I wore the red bodysuit as insurance, just in case I needed to break out the lace-covered girls and seduce him into not hurting Karlen or his boyfriend. In my head, I thought Sergio would take one look at me, agree to whatever demands I put forth, then ravish me in a frenzy.

The soft exhales from his mouth tease my skin, and my clit pulses with every beat of my heart. No way he hasn't noticed how wet I am at the moment.

I need his mouth on me. I crave the feel of his lips and tongue, the scrape of his teeth, the way he sucks and licks me like he is starving for me . . .

I didn't miss the huge erection tenting his trousers, though. He wants this every bit as much as I did.

Reaching down, I thread my fingers through his silky hair, needing to touch him. God, this man. He turns me on like no one else in the entire world.

Death by Head