Kitty

I felt his lips brush against my earlobe, a soft brush that suddenly made my toes curl. His breath lingered on my neck before he finally whispered, "I own you Crystal. The sooner you get to accept that the better for you. I'll make sure you submit yourself to me, be it the hard way or the easy way. And I'll break this ego of yours. I promise you" * * * * He was her beast and she was his beauty. He was addicted and she was his favourite drug. He was a sinner and she was his sin. In the blink of an eye, Crystal sees her entire life crumble with the death of her parents and she is forced to take a job that she would never have thought off to make ends meet for her and her sister and pay of her gambling father's debt to a crime boss-- being a stripper. Just a glance on the doe-eyed milk skin beauty swinging her hips seductively on the pole and Leonardo already knew he had to have her as his. He had to claim her for himself. But he was everything she hated. She despised him and loathed his existence for the pain and anguish he had caused her and her sister. She swore never to succumb to him but what she didn't know was that he was also determined to show her that he would earn a place in her heart and life.

"I'm not taking your dirty money or living on property that you have purchased with money tainted with blood. I'm not like you and I'm human, not an object!" "Oh yeah? You don't have a choice, Emilie." "Is that how you get women to sleep with you? By forcing them with your power?" "You're telling me that if I dip my finger in your c*nt I'll not find you w*t for me?" Milomir Petrov was one of the most feared figures in Russia's underworld—and somehow, I ended up in his world. He surrounded me with luxuries I never dreamed I'd have, drawing me into a life I didn't understand but couldn't resist. Danger followed him everywhere, yet I stayed. He was everything I never expected to want. But there was one problem: I was nineteen years younger than him—and I was his son's ex-girlfriend. Caught between father and son, I was forced to question everything I thought I knew about love, loyalty, and the price of being desired. My name is Emilie, and this is the story of how Milomir Petrov changed my life forever.

“I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.