"You know what a good girl would have done? A good girl would have stayed home instead of sneaking out of her father's compound just to get a man to fuck her. A good girl wouldn't have stabbed a man like me with a pen. And most of all, a good girl wouldn't be turned on by holding a gun to a man's chest." I lean closer to her. "You're no good girl, Ivanna."
"You… you're wrong."
"Go on then. Come on. Pull the trigger."

***

My name is Ivanna. I am the daughter of Misha Sidorov, the head of the Krasnoyarsk Bratva. I have just graduated and I’m about to go to college. My life is perfect until Sergio Sakharov comes into the picture. 
He is the darkness itself. He reigns over the entire Sakharov family and by extension, the Dvina River Vory Bratva. His word is law, and his desire is absolute. 
Everything changes in a split second when he steals me away and holds prisoner in Tyva, a bride for his only heir.
But Sergio doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets whatever he wants and against all reason, he claims me for himself instead. He thinks I’m the perfect match for his desires and he is determined to keep me close, even if I fight him at every turn. 
Except, I’m no helpless pawn. I’m not innocent. I have tasted his dark side, and I want more. The don himself, the man they call the Volkov of Dvina River appeals to me in the most sinful of ways. His wickedness draws me in, and when he decides that he wants me, I’m helpless. I can’t resist him, even if it means giving myself to him.
He may think he has power over me and can control me every step of the way, but I’m about to show him who the real boss is.

A full bladder wakes me in the middle of the night. After usingthe toilet, I notice that Sergio's side of the bed is perfectly neat. Is he still awake, or has he slept somewhere else?


I don't care. I don't need his warmth beside me to sleep. Or the tender way he wraps around me in the mornings.


Besides, I am still annoyed at him. So what if he hadn't talked dirty or kissed me? Wait, that isn't right. He had talked dirty at the start, right up until—


I suck in a breath. That is it. He'd been his normal, controlling, filthy mouthed self right up until the moment he asked who I belonged to. When I didn't answer, that was when it all changed.


My chest burns as I stare at the bed. He has a lot of fucking nerve being upset with me—with me!—for not saying I belong to him. What, does he think his magic cock will just make all my anger and hurt disappear?


Chapter 94 - Make a Choice