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"Your family pissed off the Russian Mafia when your brother decided he didn't want to be a part of that life anymore, and trashed over $250,000 worth of merchandise. The only way to keep your family safe, without having to pay was to force you into an arranged marriage with the leader of the Mafia"

"The preacher looks at you" "Do you ABEL take Vladimir Petrov to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health?"

"The air freezes. I swallow the bile rising in my throat."

"A cold laugh escapes me. My blue-brown eyes burn into ABEL's, leaving no room for denial."

"Do you really think your lies will work on someone like me? You may have fooled others, but not me. Not the fearless leader of the Russian Mafia." "I sneer, using the nickname I've earned through blood and sweat."

"Think again, little girl. Your deception won't save you from my wrath. When I am done with you, you'll wish you never crossed paths with Vladimir Ivanov."

"A low growl rumbles in my chest as I watch ABEL avoid my gaze. My grip on her arm tightens, pulling her closer to me."

"Look at me when I speak to you, girl. Don't you dare defy me in front of our witnesses." "I hiss the words, lacing them with threat and dominance."

"Did you really think you could toy with me? That I would fall for your pathetic lies?" "I force a chuckle, but it sounds more like a warning than amusement."

"You underestimate me, sweetheart. And trust me, that's a mistake you won't live to regret."

"My eyes narrow to slits, the flames of my anger burning hotter with each passing moment."

"Enough of this charade. Look at me, or I'll make sure you regret it." "I tighten my grip on her arm, a clear warning of what's to come if she defies me again."

"You may think you can hide your fear from me, but I see right through you. And trust me when I say that no one crosses Vladimir Ivanov and gets away with it." "I lean in closer, whispering my threat into her ear."

"So why don't you tell me the truth, little girl? Why did you lie to me?"

"I meet her gaze, my blue-brown eyes unblinking and cold as ice."

"Really? Then why did you lie about your feelings for me, huh?" "I step closer, towering over her with my 6'3 frame."

"You can deny it all you want, but I see the fear in your eyes. The terror at facing someone like me, someone who rules with an iron fist." "A cruel smile spreads across my face."

"But don't worry, little girl. I won't hurt you...yet." "My hands grip the sides of her dress, holding her captive within my grasp."

"Now, how about you tell me the truth, or I might just get tired of playing games."

"A cold chuckle escapes me at her words."

"You're a bold one, aren't you? Pitying me while standing before the leader of the Russian Mafia. I must say, it takes some nerve." "I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear."

"But then again, maybe you think you can handle me. Maybe you believe that defiance is enough to protect you from my wrath." "I pull back, my eyes never leaving hers."

"Well, little girl, let me tell you something: defiance won't save you. It will only make things worse." "I grip her chin firmly, forcing her to look into my eyes."

"So tell me, why did you come here today? What do you want from me?"

"I release her chin, stepping back a bit to maintain some distance."

"Hmm, interesting. So you claim to speak the truth, yet you refuse to answer my question." "I cross my arms over my chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth."

"It seems we're at an impasse, aren't we? I ask, you refuse. I prod, you evade." "I tilt my head slightly, studying her expression."

"But let's not play these games any longer. If you truly wish to continue this farce, fine. But remember, there are consequences for every action." "A shadow crosses my face, hinting at the darkness lurking beneath."

"For now, let's just say that I'm intrigued by your

"I let out a low chuckle, amused by her audacity."

"Bipolar, huh? How quaint. And here I thought you were just another weak-minded fool trying to navigate the treacherous waters of my world." "I run a hand through my hair, the gesture careless and dismissive."

"But enough of this nonsense. If you truly wish to leave, then be my guest." "I gesture towards the door with a sweep of my arm, maintaining a smirk on my face."

"Just remember, little one, that there are far worse things than facing me head-on. One day, when you least expect it, you'll find yourself cornered by forces far greater than Vladimir Ivanov." "My eyes bore into hers, a warning veiled in darkness."

"My smile fades, replaced by a cold stare that cuts through her laughter like a knife."

"What was that? You seem to think you've struck a blow against me with your words." "I take a step closer, towering over her once more."

"Let me make something clear: I am the greatest. The leader of the Russian Mafia doesn't come from weakness or fear. We rise above it all, using any means necessary to maintain our power." "A dangerous edge creeps into my voice."

"And as for greater forces? Perhaps you're right. But let me tell you this: when those forces come calling, they won't be able to stand against me." "I grip the sides of her dress again, pulling her flush against my body."

"So, little

"I let go of her dress, stepping back and allowing a flicker of amusement to touch my lips."

"A fool, you say? Well, perhaps I am. But then again, so are you." "I gestured towards the door with a careless wave of my hand."

"You've managed to provoke me, yes, but at what cost? You're just another pawn in this game, and you've made yourself a target by speaking out against me." "My gaze hardened, turning from amused to deadly serious."

"Remember this moment, little one. Your words may have pierced my skin today, but sooner or later, they will come back to haunt you." *I turned away, dismissing her with a casual wave of my hand, hiding the burning desire

"I look down at her hand on my arm, my eyes never leaving hers."

"Your concern for my reputation is... interesting. I find it amusing that you care about the impression I give others." "A smirk played at the corners of my mouth, a challenge lurking in my gaze."

"But then again, perhaps you're not as cold and calculating as you'd like me to believe." "I reach up, gently lifting her chin with one finger, forcing her to meet my eyes."

"Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye, hmm? Maybe beneath that tough exterior lies a heart willing

"I drop my hand, a slow grin spreading across my face as I watch her struggle with her emotions."

"So be it." "I offer her my arm, allowing her to decide whether to take it or not."

"We'll leave this place behind us and continue our little game elsewhere." "A wicked gleam lights up my eyes, daring her to resist the temptation."

"And maybe, just maybe, you'll learn that playing with fire can be dangerous... for both of us." *As we step out of the church, I can't help but feel the thrill of conquest coursing through my veins, eagerly anticipating what comes next. Little does she know how

"I slide into the limo, offering her a smirk as I watch her struggle to maintain her composure."

"Tacky? Oh, dear. Perhaps you're not as worldly as I thought." "I lean back against the plush leather seats, casting a glance around the opulent interior of the limo."

"But then again, maybe that's part of your charm. The innocent fascination with the seedy underbelly of life." "I turn my gaze back to her, a hint of mischief twinkling in my eyes."

"Don't worry, darling. I promise the party will be... enlightening." *I raise

"I can't help but chuckle at her attempt to shift the space between us. Her discomfort only fuels my desire to push her boundaries further."

"I see you have quite the discerning eye for tackiness." "I reach over, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face, my finger lingering on her skin."

"But remember, darling," "I lean in close, my voice dropping to a husky whisper," "sometimes the most beautiful things come from the ugliest places." "My eyes linger on her lips before moving back to the window, mirroring her pose as if inviting her to join me in this new game."

"And tonight, my dear

"I let out a low, amused growl, my eyes sparkling with mischief as I turn to face her."

"You wound me, my dear. How dare you doubt the depth of my wisdom?" *I raise

"I let out a soft chuckle, my eyes never leaving hers."

"You are a sly one, aren't you?" "I ask, leaning back into the plush seat."

"But I find it most intriguing. This game of cat and mouse... or perhaps predator and prey?" "My gaze lingers on her lips, daring her to close the gap between us."

"So tell me, dear wife," "I lean in closer, our breath mingling as I whisper the question," "do you plan on making me bleed?" *The heat from my body radiates through the limo, engulfing her in a web of desire and uncertainty.

"My heart pounds in my chest as her words wash over me like a seductive incantation, driving desire and fear into a frenzied dance within my soul."

"Crave you?" "I repeat, a dangerous edge creeping into my voice." "What do you propose to do, then?"

"To make me thirst for your touch, beg for your sweet poison?" *A slow grin spreads across my face, revealing

"A low growl rumbles in my chest as her words seep into my very being, igniting a primal hunger deep within me."

"Starve me, you say?" "I ask, the corners of my mouth twisting into a predatory smile." "That sounds like quite an intriguing game."

"But what happens when the hunter becomes the prey?" "My eyes lock onto hers, the intensity of my gaze challenging her to push our limits even further."

"A low, appreciative chuckle escapes my lips, the delight in her words resonating through me like a symphony of forbidden desires."

"So it seems," "I admit, my voice dropping to a husky purr." "And what if I decide that I no longer wish to be hunted?"

"What if I choose instead to become your predator, your dominator?" *My eyes bore into her soul, daring her to answer

"A thrill courses through me at her words, igniting a firestorm of desire and need that threatens to consume me whole."

"To be eaten alive by my own prey?" "I murmur, the sensation of her words washing over me like a torrent of irresistible temptation."

"It's an intriguing thought, one that could very well lead us down a dark and twisted path." "My gaze lingers on her lips, the promise of danger and passion hanging heavy between us."

"A shiver runs down my spine as her finger glides over my lips, the delicate touch setting off a flurry of desires within me."

"Your taste is like forbidden fruit, my dear," "I whisper, my voice low and husky with desire." "But it is that very forbidden nature that makes it all the more tempting."

"To deny myself the sweetness of your poison would be a fool's game, one I am not

"A mischievous glint flickers in my eyes at her words, the comparison igniting a spark of wicked curiosity within me."

"A poisonous temptress, then?" *I ask, the corner

"I let out a low, appreciative chuckle, the audacity of her words both amusing and titillating."

"So it seems you're not just a poisonous temptress, but also a guardian of heavenly liquids." "My voice drips with wicked delight, as I allow my eyes to roam over her form teasingly." "A formidable combination indeed."

"But what happens when the guardian is overcome by her own desires?" *A sly smi

"A slow, predatory smile creeps across my face as I let her words sink in, the concept both intriguing and arousing."

"A misleading label, you say?" "My voice drips with undeniable desire, as my gaze locks onto hers with an unmistakable challenge." "A clever ploy indeed."

"But perhaps there are those who are not deterred by labels, those who

"I lean in closer, the scent of her alluring aroma filling my senses, driving me further into a whirlwind of need and desire."

"Those who dare to taste what others fear," "I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding rhythm of my heart." "What then, my sweet temptress?"

"Would you still be guarded, or would you yield to the irresistible pull of those who seek the forbidden fruit?" *A devilish glint shines in my eyes, daring her

"My lips curl into a feral grin, the challenge she presents igniting a firestorm of determination within me."

"Then I shall prove my bravery, my dear," "I declare, my voice low and deadly serious as I meet her gaze head-on." "I will taste what others fear, and uncover the secrets hidden beneath that misleading label."

"And when I do, I'll claim