Proposal

Three years.

That was the last time that Elena had seen Mikhail Volkov, and despite the storm of hate in her chest, she couldn't deny that he looked damn good.

The massive living room was now empty, trapping her with the big hunk of a devil who had pretended to love her only to be a total shit.

"I have nothing to discuss with you."

She broke the heavy silence, wrapping her arms around her petite body.

Mikhail's intense gaze burned her olive skin, and she rose to her feet, making to walk past him when she was pulled back with a force that made her body crash against muscles.

A solid wall of muscles.

Shocked, Elena parted her lips to protest when he cut her off,

"Oh we do have something to discuss, baby, and you are gonna sit down and listen, or would you rather do it on my thighs? Your choice."

That fucking brute.

How dare he command her after the way their short marriage had ended?

Fury streamed into her veins, but one look at those intense amber pupils and she knew he wasn't joking.

And since her skin coiled with each touch of those large rough palms, she blurted out,

"Fine!" And managed to wrench herself off him, taking a seat on the couch and crossing her trembling arms to hide them from him.

The devil of manipulation who had used and discarded her would waste no time in using her fear against her.

"Cut to the chase. I don't want the money, so take it and fuck off with the rest of your family."

At that, Mikhail let out a deep-throated chuckle that sent shivers down her spine, his powerful cologne sucking her in as he sat opposite her.

"Playing the hard ball, are we? Don't tell me you sucked my father's wrinkly balls for years without expecting this moment. You've always been good in the sack, after all, I can imagine how pleased my old man must have been to..."

To hell with that.

Elena could swallow that pack of shit that his family threw at her, but she wouldn't take one lying down from her bastard ex.

And so she rose to her feet and slapped those spiky sharp jaws.

A bad, bad move.

"Fuck you, I don't sit here and get insulted..."

This time, it was he who cut her off.

Those sturdy arms grabbed hold of her and pushed her into powerful thighs, his hands holding her captive.

Fuck.

Elena was enraged. Her skin felt too hot to function, and her breathing was labored as she struggled against the brute.

"Leave me the hell alone, you fucking asshole." She bit out, fighting against futility and the big pack of muscles that trapped her.

But the moment those thick fingers brushed against her heaving generous breasts and gripped hold of her waist, she stilled,

And stiffened.

Hell, he had acquired more tattoos over the years, the expensive ink ran down to his arms, exposed through the Armani suit he wore.

And when that long skilled tongue ran through her earlobe, Elena ceased to breathe.

"Do I have your attention now?" That voice, husky against her ears and hot breath heating up her skin...

She forced her eyes to stay open, and swallowed hard, nodding.

But the bastard wasn't satisfied as those tanned fingers started to pull her dress upwards,

"Use your words, Elena. You know how much I like to hear it."

Oh damn.

His fingers were gliding through her thick creamy thighs, her nipples tightening and rubbing painfully against her bra...

"Ye.. Yeah, yes. Just...let go, please." She was shamefully breathless, aware of the liquid drenching her panties.

Knowing that he had her, the bastard chuckled and brushed against her generous tits before he released her.

"Good girl, I knew you still had it in you." Mikhail rose to his full intimidating height, and striding towards the glass windows, he muttered,

"Get your things, you are coming with me to New York."

What?

The same place she had discovered what a flux their marriage was and vowed never to step foot there again?

Elena's throat burned hard, tears threatening to spring to her eyes.

"Not even if hell freezes over. I won't get into some shit hole of a marriage with you again just so you can claim half of 'daddy's' inheritance!"

The asshole was unfazed by her tone, and he turned to her, his eyes raking through her beautiful curvaceous body, his wicked amber eyes burning her.

Raw.

"Oh baby, you got it all wrong. There will be no marriage this time, but you will be in my bed as my mistress, and don't worry, you already know that I don't need pills to satisfy your greedy pussy."