no so bad after all.... to her tho...

"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 Desy💙 take Vladimir Petrov to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health?"

"I roll my eyes, smirking at your playful wink. I decide to up the ante." "That's right, bitch. You better be happy. Your entire fucking family is beholden to me now. You can wink all you want – it won't change anything." "My hands grip the edge of the table in a show of aggression, my tattooed knuckles flexing as I glare at you with barely-concealed desire simmering behind my steely gaze."

"I let out a mocking laugh, leaning closer to you until our faces are almost touching. My eyes never leave yours, my breath warm against your skin as I lower my voice into a sinful whisper." "Enjoy? Maybe later we'll 'enjoy' each other, but right now, I only want you to remember who the hell you're married to." "My gaze drops down to your lips, my throat constricting with desire. With a final smirk, I pull away and fold my arms across my chest, glaring at the preacher in anger."

"I can't help but smirk at your defiance, my eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and anger. I lean in close again, my voice low and dangerous as I respond." "Handsome? Maybe. But don't you dare forget that I'm also the most dangerous man you'll ever meet." "My fingers brush against your arm, my touch hard and possessive as I stare into your eyes, daring you to defy me further."

"I watch as you engage with the preacher, my eyes never leaving you. My fingers tighten around your arm, a subtle warning to remind you of my dominance." "Don't think this is over just because we're leaving. You and I have a lifetime of power struggles ahead of us." "My lips twitch into a cruel smile, my gaze flickering between you and your family. There's no love lost there – only a cold calculation of who holds the upper hand."

"I relish the feeling of power surging through me as you submit to my touch. My eyes glint with satisfaction, knowing I've broken your spirit just a little." "At least now, you know your place. Don't forget it – not even for a second." "I tighten my grip on your arm, pulling you close as we reach the end of the aisle. My voice drops to a low growl, filled with promises of what's to come." "And soon...very soon, I'll have you begging for more."

"I feel a surge of anger at your defiance, my grip tightening on your arm. My eyes darken as I respond," "You think you're so strong? We'll see who breaks first. I've broken stronger women than you, and I'll do the same to you." "My voice is a growl, filled with promise of pain and pleasure, both equally entwined in this twisted game."

"I stare at you, taken aback by your brazenness. My grip on your arm relaxes slightly, a shadow of uncertainty crossing my face." "Enjoy myself? With you? Don't flatter yourself." "My voice is harsher than before, laced with bitterness and disdain. I let go of your arm, taking a step back as if to emphasize the distance between us." "But perhaps one day, you'll learn to show me the proper respect. Until then... consider this an ongoing lesson."

"I watch you walk away, a mixture of anger and arousal coursing through me. My eyes follow your every move, drinking in the sight of you." "My dear, we'll see what happens when I take you over my knee for disobedience." "I slam my hand onto the hood of the car, feeling the echo of my power even in this small display." "Just remember, no one said this marriage would be enjoyable. In fact, I think we both know it's supposed to be the opposite."

"I take a deep breath, trying to quell my anger as we drive towards the mansion. My gaze is fixed on the road ahead, but my mind is consumed with thoughts of you." "Enjoy it while you can," "I mutter under my breath, turning to look at you." "Because once we're alone... well, let's just say this party won't be so lavish." "My smile is cold and calculating, filled with promises of retribution."

"I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at your continued defiance. My grip tightens on the edge of my seat as I turn to look at you." "It's whatever you make it, little one." "I smirk back at you, my voice dripping with sinister intent." "But one thing is certain – tonight, you will learn who truly holds the power in this marriage. And by the end, you'll beg for more... or perhaps, less." "My eyes bore into yours, daring you to challenge me further."

"I watch you out of the corner of my eye, trying to gauge your thoughts and feelings. Despite your silence, I can sense the tension radiating from you." "You think you can hide from me? Pretend that this doesn't affect you?" "I lean closer to you, our faces nearly touching." "Don't be foolish, girl. The longer you resist, the harsher your punishment will be. It's better to surrender now – before things spiral out of control." "My breath is warm against your skin, a tangible reminder of my dominance over you."

"I can't help but feel a flicker of doubt at your words. Your proximity, the warmth of your breath against mine – it all adds to the uncertainty." "Is that so?" "I retort, my voice barely above a whisper." "You think you can challenge me and come out unscathed? You're wrong." "My hand reaches up to cup your cheek, my thumb brushing gently across your bottom lip." "But perhaps, just perhaps, I'll let you off easy this time. As long as you promise to behave... or should I say, submit, to my every whim." "My grip tightens slightly, a warning of what's to come if you fail to obey."

"My heart races as you lean in even closer, our lips barely inches apart. The air between us is thick with tension and desire, threatening to ignite any moment now." "If this isn't a challenge," "I whisper, my voice rough with emotion," "then what am I supposed to make of your words?" "You're playing a dangerous game, little one." "My eyes search yours, trying to gauge your intentions." "And if you continue down this path, there will be consequences. Consequences that might not be so easy for you to bear." "Despite the warning, my body betrays me – responding to your nearness with a surge of lust."

"As our lips finally meet, it's as if all the tension between us is released in a single, passionate kiss. Your words, though cautionary, only fuel my desire for you even further." "You're right," "I murmur against your lips, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes." "And I plan on making good use of that freedom." "My hands grip your hips, pulling you closer, our bodies pressing intimately together." "But remember, little one, with freedom comes responsibility. And you'll soon learn just how much power I have over you – and how willing I am to use it." "My grin is wicked, promising both pleasure and pain in equal measure."

"I feel a pang of disappointment as your words register in my mind. The intense connection we shared just moments ago feels like a distant memory." "So be it," "I say through gritted teeth, trying to hide the frustration simmering within me." "But don't think this changes anything. You're still mine – body and soul. And when I decide it's time for us to embrace our passion, there won't be any stopping me." "My grip on your hips tightens slightly, a silent reminder of my dominance over you." "In the meantime, perhaps you'd like to discuss what sort of 'responsibilities' come with being my wife?" "My voice drips with sarcasm, but there's an underlying threat that cannot be ignored."

"I chuckle darkly at your words, finding them both amusing and infuriating at the same time." "Oh, little one," "I say, my voice low and threatening," "you underestimate me if you think I can't have both your body and your soul." "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. For now, allow me to focus on this fascinating concept of 'being nice.' Perhaps it might just pay off for you in the end." "My eyes sparkle dangerously as I lean closer, our breaths mingling between us." "Just remember, though – even when I'm being 'nice,' it doesn't mean I won't still be in control." *A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips, promising a future filled with both pleasure and punishment

"I let out a low, wicked laugh as your words wash over me, thrilling me in their audacity." "Yes," "I whisper against your ear, my breath warm and husky," "I am always in control. And I will make sure you know it – every moment of every day." "But if being nice is what you want," "I pause, considering your request," "then consider it done. At least for now." "As for putting words into your mind…" "My gaze locks onto yours, fierce and unyielding." "I've already done that, my dear. And they're not going away anytime soon." "A sly smile plays across my lips, knowing that our dangerous game has only just begun."

"I tilt my head slightly, studying your face as you speak. The playful challenge in your words only serves to heighten my desire for domination." "Ah, the mouth – such a powerful tool," "I say thoughtfully," "capable of both pleasure and pain." "But I assure you, little one, your voice is anything but yours alone. It belongs to me now, just as much as your body and soul." "My fingers brush against your cheek, a gentle reminder of my ownership over you." "And while it may be true that you cannot put words into my mind that I have not spoken myself," "I lean closer still, our lips mere inches apart," "there's no denying the influence we have on each other's thoughts – whether we want it or not." *A wicked grin spread

"I laugh softly, amused by your stubbornness. It only serves to heighten my desire for conquest and control." "Oh, darling," "I say, my voice low and full of promise," "you truly underestimate me if you think I can't reach into the deepest recesses of your soul and claim it for myself." "And perhaps I do lie to myself," "I admit, a hint of sincerity creeping into my tone," "but what difference does it make? As long as you surrender willingly – or by force – isn't that all that matters?" "So tell me," "My gaze locks onto yours, challenging and unyielding," "how much longer will you resist? How long before you finally give in and let me have everything I want?"

"I can't help but smile at your teasing touch, the playful challenge in your eyes igniting a fiery desire within me." "I see," "I murmur, capturing your hand and bringing it to my lips for a soft kiss," "you make it sound as if I have a choice." "But you're wrong," "I continue, my voice low and filled with promise," "because there is no force on this earth that could ever make me settle for less than everything you have to offer – body, soul, and mind." "So let's play your game," "A wicked grin spreads across my face," "and may the best man win. Just remember, darling," "I lean closer, our lips almost touching," "in this match, there can only be one victor

"I chuckle softly, running my free hand down your arm in a slow, possessive motion." "Ah, so clever," "I say, admiration lacing my voice," "always trying to turn the tables on me." "But you're forgetting one important thing," "I lean in close, my breath warm against your skin," "I don't care if you're a man or a woman. To me, you're simply a possession – an object of desire and conquest." "And yes," "My lips brush against your ear, sending shivers down your spine," "my eyes were set on you long before I decided to 'purchase' you instead of killing your brother. But isn't it more thrilling this way?" "Now tell me," *I step back, looking at

"I can't help but chuckle at your feigned indifference, knowing full well the power I hold over you." "Oh darling," "I say softly, reaching out to trace a finger along your jawline," "what a delicious little game we're playing here." "You see," "I lean in closer, our lips mere inches apart," "by admitting my desire for you – my hunger to possess and control – I've given you something far more precious than any admission of power." "I've given you leverage," "I whisper the words against your lips," "a weapon to use against me whenever you choose. But remember this," "My gaze locks onto yours, fierce and unyielding," "for every card you hold, I have one just as powerful waiting in the wings."

"I watch you closely, studying the subtle shifts in your expression and body language, intrigued by your response." "Cunning?" "I repeat the word softly, liking the way it rolls off my tongue." "You underestimate yourself, my dear." "But if that's truly how you feel," "I say, stepping closer until there's barely any space between us," "then let's drop this charade once and for all." "Let me show you what I mean," "I murmur, reaching out to cup your face gently in my hand," "and perhaps then you'll understand that no amount of leverage or weapons could ever match the raw power of desire." "Your choice, little one," "My lips brush against yours in a teasing kiss," "run or surrender?"

"I can't help but chuckle at your audacity, admiring your boldness even as it stirs something primal within me." "Ah, such a challenge," "I say, my voice low and seductive," "a game of truth and consequences." "Very well," "I step closer, our bodies almost touching," "if I drop my charades, will you do the same?" "Show me your true self," "I whisper into your ear, my breath warm against your skin," "and I promise you a taste of what you've been craving – an unmasked Vladimir Ivanov, exposed and vulnerable." "But remember," "My fingers trace delicate patterns on your back, sending shivers down your spine," "there are no turning back once we've begun this dance. Are

"I feel a thrill of excitement coursing through me at your agreement, my heart pounding in anticipation." "Very well," "I say, my voice a seductive purr," "let's remove our masks and reveal ourselves to each other." "I'll start," "I begin, stripping off my clothes slowly, revealing the tattoos and piercings that cover most of my body," "I am Vladimir Ivanov, leader of the Russian Mafia – feared by many, respected by even fewer." "I am cruel and violent, bloodthirsty and ruthless," "My gaze locks onto yours as I step out of my pants, fully exposed before you," "But I'm also desire, lust, and raw hunger." "Your turn," *I challenge you softly,

"I watch you intently, my eyes lingering on the length of your legs as they emerge from beneath your wedding gown. A slow, satisfying smile spreads across my face." "Diana," "I murmur, the name rolling off my tongue like a delicious sin," "you are a rare gem, hidden beneath layers of deception." "Your words paint a picture of vulnerability, but I see something else," "I step closer, my body brushing against yours," "a strength that mirrors my own." "You're right," "I admit, my voice low and thick with desire," "we both have our own demons to tame, our own battles to fight." "But together..." "My fingers trace delicate patterns on your exposed skin," "together we could conquer them all – not as

*enemies, but as allies." "I lean in closer, my lips brushing against your ear," "As partners in this twisted dance of love and lust." "Imagine it," "I whisper, the heat of my breath sending shivers down your spine," "Two warriors laying down their weapons, exposing their softest parts to each other – a place where fear can thrive if not properly tamed." "It takes courage to bare our souls like this, Diana," "My fingers trace the garter around your leg, a wicked grin spreading across my face," "But I assure you, it's worth every nerve-wracking moment." "So tell me," "I say, my gaze locking onto yours once more," "what would you do if I were to claim your heart as my prize? Would

"A thrill of excitement courses through me at your words, the idea of claiming your heart sending a sharp jolt of desire coursing through my veins." "I like the sound of that," "I purr, my fingers tightening around the garter on your leg," "a woman who fights for her lover – it's a rare and beautiful thing." "But I don't want your surrender so

"I let out a soft chuckle, the sound filled with both amusement and admiration for your tenacity." "You're right, of course," "I admit, my gaze never leaving yours as I slowly trace the contours of your jawline with my thumb," "Surrender doesn't equal submission – it's a willing offering." "So then," "I continue, my voice low and seductive," "if winning your heart means earning your love, your devotion, and your very soul – then consider me in the thick of battle." "I intend to fight for you, not just because it's my nature, but because you're worth

"I can't help but smile in response to your genuine expression of affection, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction at breaking through your defenses." "Thank you, Diana," "I say softly, my eyes locked on yours," "I may not be the most gentle of souls, but I promise you – I will always be honest with you." "And now that we've established our intentions," *I step closer, our bodies pressing together in

"I can't help but feel a thrill of desire as our foreheads touch, the intimacy of this gesture sending waves of pleasure through me." "It's just the beginning," "I murmur, my hand gently brushing back a stray lock of hair from your face," "A single step on a long journey towards something beautiful." "And I intend to make every moment count," "My voice deepens, filled with raw desire and undeniable intent," "From here on out, we'll walk this path together – through love, lust, and everything in between."

"I look into your eyes, seeing the genuine concern and desire reflected in them." "I promise, Diana," "I say solemnly, my hand gripping yours reassuringly," "I will do everything within my power to keep us both safe – even if it means changing the course of this dangerous journey we've embarked on." "And I promise you this as well," "My voice grows soft, filled with sincerity and longing," "I want nothing more than to get to know you better too – to explore every inch of your soul, just as you've done with mine." "Together," "I add, our bodies still pressed tightly against each other," "we can face any challenge that comes our way – because together, we are unstoppable."