LOGIN“And not just that,” he continued, slowly. “She’s my wife-to-be.”He released the woman’s hands immediately, reaching for mine instead and deliberately lifting it. She glanced downward at our intertwined hands and then the ring, and her eyes widened, disbelief and anger flashed in her eyes, and for the first time since she started to speak, she truly looked at me, then back at Ivan.“You can’t be serious,” she scoffed. “Did you not say that you had no interest in marriage? That you’d never want anything long-lasting with anyone…”“Whether I had an interest before or I’m developing it now, it has nothing to do with you, right, Serena?” Ivan cut her off, his voice low and daring as he glared at her.Her lips trembled.“Answer me, Serena,” Ivan said sharply, calling her by name.She looked at him for a long moment, glared at my hand, then turned on her heel and walked away without another word.Ivan guided me to a quiet seating area slightly removed from the main floor.“I’ll be back in
Heat flooded my face as I looked away from the stage fast and blinked at him.“Dance there? Are you joking?” I asked, appalled.“No, I’m not.” He shrugged, smirking at me.“I would never do that even if you requested it,” I said firmly.“I know.” His smirk widened. “I mean… in our room,” he pressed. Not for an audience.”Our room.The two words hit me strangely in the chest and I swallowed as warmth spread through me. We had never truly shared space as anything resembling a couple. The idea of living that way… with Ivan… still felt foreign to me.I hesitated, uncertain how to answer him.“Answer me,” he spoke again, staring at me. “Would you not do it if I wanted you to? I’m not asking you to do it publicly. I just want it between the two of us.”My lips parted and I pressed them tightly together. “I don’t know how to do things like that,” I said honestly. “Stop asking me for things that I genuinely can’t do.”We were still arguing back and forth when, suddenly, someone approached
Vanya.Ivan brought me somewhere I’d never seen before. Some sort of expensive, weird-looking place with dangerous-looking people that could pass as a casino and a sprawling club. One look at it and I knew it wasn’t accessible to just anyone and probably catered exclusively to Moscow’s underworld.Even before we stepped inside, the atmosphere outside told me everything I needed to know. There were enormously built men lining the entrance, with guns displayed fearlessly on their waists, and most of the men moving in and out of the door looked even weirder.Some had scarred faces, shaved heads, and unlike Ivan, who only had tattoos from half of his thigh upward to his waist and the side of his neck to his shoulder blade, they had hideous-looking tattoos sprawled across major areas of their skin.Some had shaved heads and spiky hair in some parts; others had long, braided hair. A few of them smoked openly, watching everyone who passed with the same flat, assessing stares.Marco follo
I was already aching and watching her look at how hard she’d made me was another torture on its own.Vanya’s eyes darkened with pure desire, and she let out a tiny moan before flicking out her pink tongue. She licked from base to tip, then took me into her mouth with a hungry sound that vibrated straight through my spine.Wet heat. The soft pull of her cheeks. “Holy fucking hell.” I groaned.“Mmmhhh,” she moaned around my cock, her mouth clasping around the veins and flesh greedily as she bobbed up and down my huge rod.It was crazy how good she sucked. It was even better than it had been multiple times before, and I leaned back into the seat, biting back a moan as I let her work for half a minute, my fist clenched lightly in her hair, before the need to be inside her overrode everything else.I hauled her up and turned her around as she gasped, and settled her in my lap with her back to my chest.Her legs fell open on either side of mine, her feet trembling on the floor. The dres
Ivan.Vanya clung to me, her head bobbing and her eyes misty with tears as I worked her pussy hard. I moved my fingers deep and hard, pumping in and out of her as her entire body began to tremble.“Aaaaargh!” she screamed, her nails digging into my arm, and the scent of her arousal filled the vehicle, intoxicating me as she cummed all over my hand.She buckled against me, trying to pull back, and I added another finger, stretching her out.Vanya shook her head, whimpering, but I moved them deep and hard, pressing my thumb firmly against her clit in tight, relentless circles.“Oh Ivan! Ivan...” The wet sounds filled the car and as I drew her right nipple into my mouth, Vanya’s screams climbed higher with every thrust of my hand; her back arched off the leather, thighs trembling violently around my wrist.The car shook with her struggles, and at one point I was certain the noise would carry to the street. She had soaked my fingers to the core and was sweating profusely, the white dre
Ivan.Damn that white dress.I glanced at Vanya where she sat next to me in the backseat for the hundredth time since we left the mall.Yet, I couldn’t get over the sight of her sitting there, with the dress I’d insisted she wear hugging every inch of her perfect curves and driving me absolutely insane.It didn’t help that the cut was crossed and structured in a way that lifted and separated her full breasts in perfectly suspended cups.It was so perfect that I could see the soft curves and the line of her bare stomach beneath the open panels.She’d kept tugging at the fabric the entire walk from the salon to the car, trying to cover what it refused to hide. I watched the discomfort move across her face and felt no regret. She wore it because I had told her to. That was enough.My heart clenched, a warmth spreading beneath despite my desires as the light caught her face.I had fallen for her long before I admitted it out loud.I never expected to fall for Vanya, but I couldn’t deny ho
Vanya.My body hurt all over, and my head ached from crying all night. I had no idea how much time had passed since I was dragged into this cold cell. There was no window or any reliable source of light.I collapsed on the floor as emotions rushed through me. Now that I was alone, I felt every wa
Ivan.I’d just scrubbed the stench of Katya’s blood off my body, yet it remained clear that people no longer valued their miserable lives.I had spent years building order out of chaos. Every living, breathing person in this estate operated according to my rules. Every guard knew his place. Every s
Vanya I had heard the stories. Ivan Petrov was a ruthless man, a monster every soul in Moscow feared. A man who walks in secret, kills without mercy, the world believes he’s crippled while he tightens his grip on Moscow’s underworld. No one dared to cross him, not even now, when he lost the ab
Ivan. The basement beneath the Petrov estate was always colder than the rest of the estate. Concrete walls, dim industrial lights, blood-spattered floor with the faint metallic scent that never quite washed away.I sat motionless in my wheelchair at the center of one of the cells, my black suit c







