All Chapters of Chained To The Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ANASTASIA'S POV I met him in prison. Now that I look back, maybe that should've been a reg flag. He was chained like a monster, even in his cell. The darkness cast a harsh shadow on his face; it suited him. He looked at me indifferently. "Who are you?" He rasped lowly. I smiled feebly. "I'm Doctor Korovin. Can you tell me your name?" He sat back in the chair, as it creaked under his massive stature. "I'm Niko." I nod, writing it down. It seems he knows his name. "So, do you mind telling me why you're in here?” He shrugged. "Hit and run." I nod, writing that down. "And did you do it?" He focused those brown eyes on me, fixed on my face. "Yes." I nod slowly. "Okay. And did you mean to?" "No." I look up at him. "No?" "No." He stated lowly. I clear my throat. "Alright then. Moving on-" "You don't believe me," He observed lowly. His voice shook the cell with a gentle force. "Whether I believe you or not doesn't matter." I explain. He stays quiet fo

ANASTASIA'S POV "The same as yesterday," he says lowly. "And-« "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" he interrupts. I nod hesitantly. "Go ahead." His face twists into a smirk, his dark eyes reflecting my image. "Is it not obvious I want to fuck you, or are you just ignoring that fact?" I fold my manicured hands together, keeping my composure. "Mr. Niko, please, refrain from inappropriate comments or queries.” He smirks, sitting back in the chair. "No promises, Doctor Korovin. No promises.”I clear my throat, ignoring his words. I shift in my chair. He watches my legs with a sly smile. "You have a gorgeous figure." He observes. "Why would you say that?" I respond, setting down my pad. He looks at me through his lashes. "The same reason I say, or don't say anything: because it's true." Huh. "Let's talk about that for a moment. You claim you're always honest." "I hate liars. I don't lie." I snort. "All humans lie." "You act like lying is necessary to surv

ANASTASIA'S POV “Go sit down,” He suggested, loosing his grip. I turn around in his arms. “I want to dance some more—” He narrows his eyes. I look away. “I'm going to get another drink. I'm thirsty.” He smirks, humming dubiously, as I stalk away. That bastard. I'm doing it because he suggested it—I'm alittle parched is all. All that submissive shit is bs, anyway. What am I? Anna from 50 shades? Although... Anyway, I'm not weak. I'm not submissive. And I'm drinking because I want to. I pout, looking out at that criminal Niko. He's talking to another guy. He's hot too. I read their lips as best I can, but it's hard from this distance, and the lights don't help. All I get is: Where is the rest? The other man says something like, Moving in to... something. That damned criminal glances at me, and I stare back at him. He quirks a brow, his mouth moving. Soon enough, the other hottie leaves. He stares at me across the club. His long elegant finger rea

ANASTASIA'S POV He comes up behind me, with a smile.“Oh, you must be the fiancée. Hey, I'm Nikolai Sokolov,” He offers his hand, “I'm fucking your girlfriend and there's nothing you can do about it.”I rear back from the shock of what he just said. Just for that, fuck him. I'm taking the Buick.“Andrei, what are you doing here? How are you here?"Nikolai slings his arm around my neck, eyeing my now ex-fiance.“Oh, looking at your face, you think you can do something about it?” He chuckles. “How optimistic! I hate that trait in people."He straightens up, removing his arm. “Alrightie. This was fun. Doc, if you could...move your shit from my doorway, I'd appreciate it. I'm gonna go take a nap.”That damned criminal.“All that talk and you're gonna walk away?” Andrei goads.Nikolai pauses. “Frankly,” He starts lowly, “You're waste of my energy. And if I really hit he, I might hurt you. So get outta my house, kay?”“Sounds to me like your scared.”He scoffed. “What are we, children? Ar

ANASTASIA'S POV “Come on. I'll take you home and we can watch a movie,” He coaxes, “We can eat and you can tell me why you're not appalled by the fact I've murdered your fiace.” He takes my hand, urging me forward.I jerk back. “That sounds like death. Death itself.”He pauses, turning around. “No. Fighting until you die is like death. A movie is...at best like mind-numbing entertainment. Besides, you owe me.”“I got rid of a problem for you. You could be in jail right now, Kòshechka. Or worse,” He takes my hand, “You could break your nails.”Goodness, he's right! I do owe him. I just got these done!“Fine, one evening together. Sex not included."He quirks a brow. “You know your gonna sleep me don't you?”Yeah. There's no way I'm gonna leave his house unscathed. He has an pack and he has a nice dick, knows how to use it, last all night, extremely kinky—basically?Just my type. Oh, if only he wasn't from the Sokolov family, the secret sworn enemy of the family I want to inherit.If a