Scarlet Addiction- A Russian Gang Dark Romance
“Tell me you hate me,” Mikhail whispered, aggressively pressing the side of my face against his expensive wooden table.
I inhaled sharply, fighting back the moan in my throat. “I…” I wanted to force the words out, because I did. I hated him with every fiber of my being, with every drop of the blood in my veins.
At the same time, I didn't. I had never put a label on the other thing I felt for him. He would never feel the same, and he would scorn me.
“Say it, Marlowe. Say you hate me.” He dared, thrusting hard into me and stealing my breath.
“Oh my God,” I cried out, pushing my ass backwards to meet his thrusts despite myself.
“You can't say it, can you?” He laughed scornfull
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