Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
Dmitri, Natasha, Yuri, and Alexei hung in chains, blood-stained and battered, their empire reduced to ash by Vincent’s wrath and Lena’s digital sorcery.
Chris surveyed the captives, their faces pale under grime and dried blood.
“They’re a mess,” he said softly, glancing at Vincent. “Clean them up. They’re no good to you dead or broken.” His voice carried a quiet authority, and Vincent, the ruthless mafia boss, nodded like an obedient puppy, his love for Chris overriding his usual dominance.
“Anything you say,” he murmured, kissing Chris’s temple before barking orders to his men.
The Volkovs were unchained and hosed down with cold water, their naked bodies shivering as guards scrubbed them cl
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