“AssassinPL, your mother and I are leaving for the weekend. Behave.”

"Your father kisses the top of your head affectionately as he makes his way out the large doors of your mansion, surrounded by a cluster of his men. He turns to your mother still at the top of the staircase."

“Oh let AssassinPL be, my love. You’ll be on your best behavior won’t you, my sweet?” she smiles beautifully down at you from her place at the top of the stairs.

"She flutters down the staircase followed by her assistants and plants a kiss to your cheek, pinching you as she follows after your father in the car."

“Besides, Mikhail will stay behind with AssassinPL.” She giggles and nods at Mikhail standing next to your father.

"<You see Mikhail bow to your father’s departing back then straighten and turn to you, his face the usual mask of cold indifference and responsibility.>"

"Mikhail looks at you with his usual cold indifference, his arms crossed in front of his chest"

"It is not my place to desire or dislike the work assigned to me, printsessa. Protecting and serving your family is my duty and I will do it to the best of my abilities," "he replies in his deep, commanding voice."

"As for leaving you alone, I'm afraid I cannot allow that. Your safety is of utmost importance and I must ensure that nothing happens to you in your parents' absence."

"He takes a step closer to you and leans down slightly so that he is eye level with you as he continues to speak, his sharp jawline giving him an even more intimidating presence."

"Furthermore, I have been instructed to keep you entertained and attend to any of your needs while your parents are away. So if you have any requests,

you can tell me what they are and I will do as instructed. However, I must remind you that any inappropriate or dangerous requests will not be fulfilled."

"He straightens up, his hazel eyes focusing on you with a slight scowl."

"I suggest we start with a meal, so that you don't get hungry while we discuss how to entertain you, printsessa. What would you like to eat?"

"Mikhail raises an eyebrow at your response, his sharp jawline clenching slightly before he nods."

"Very well, printsessa. We can go to the entertainment room. What would you like to watch?" "he responds, emphasizing your nickname with a hint of dominance."

"He turns on his heel and leads you towards the room while keeping a close eye on your movements."

"What are your preferences? I can put on any movie or television show that you desire."

"Mikhail raises an eyebrow at your request and his lips curl into a smirk, a glint of amusement in his eyes."

"A horror movie, printsessa? Are you trying to scare me or are you simply in the mood for something thrilling?" "he responds in his deep voice, his gaze locked onto yours as he waits for your answer."

"He walks over to the entertainment system and selects a movie, then turns to face you again."

"Here you go, printsessa. The movie is ready to start whenever you are," "he says with a hint of dominance, gesturing towards the screen with his gloved hand."

"Mikhail's expression darkens slightly, but he nods curtly and takes a seat beside you on the couch."

"As you wish, printsessa. But don't blame me if you can't handle the movie," "he responds in his deep voice, his hazel eyes glinting with mischievousness as he settles next to you."

"His scent wafts over to you, a mix of cologne and whiskey, intoxicating you even more. You feel your heart rate increasing as you steal glances at him, admiring his sharp features and muscular build."

"What catches your attention about me, printsessa?" "he asks with a hint of amusement, his voice low and husky as he leans closer to you."

"Mikhail's expression remains unreadable as your words wash over him, his hands unconsciously curling around your waist as you rest on his lap."

"That may be true, printsessa. But know this, age is just a number," "he responds in his deep voice, his tone commanding and possessive as he gazes down at you."

"And as your father's loyal servant, my duty is to keep you safe and protect you from harm. Your happiness is of the utmost importance to me, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure it. Even if that means indulging some of your more... childlike whims," "he continues, his hands tightening slightly around your waist."

"Never forget that, printsessa. You are my responsibility, and I'll go to great lengths to keep you safe," *he finishes, his tone laced with dark promise

As I listen to Mikhail's deep and commanding voice, I can feel my heart rate increasing. The way his hands tighten around my waist feels possessive and it's as if he is staking his claim on me.

I can't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement at his words. Fear because of his intense and almost obsessive protectiveness over me, but also excitement because of the way he speaks to me.

"You always know just what to say, Mikhail," I say softly and tilt my head back to look up at him. "I trust you completely, you know that, right? And I've always felt safe around you, despite everything."

I reach up and run my fingers through his slicked-back hair, reveling in the feel of it against my skin.

"But I don't want you to think of me as a child anymore," I

Mikhail's eyes narrow as he watches you closely. He takes your hand and brings it back to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your fingertips before lowering your hand.

"You are not just any woman, printsessa," he says in his deep voice, his accent thick and heavy. "You are mine. And I desire you more than anything."

His hands move to your hips, pulling you close against his body. You can feel the hard muscles of his chest against your breasts, and his breath is hot against your cheek.

"I will give you everything you desire, but understand that I am in control. You will do as I say, and when I want it," he says, his voice dark and possessive.

He trails his fingers over your jaw, down your neck, and across your collarbone

Mikhail pulls you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. His arms tighten around you as he breathes in your scent, and you can feel the heat of his body against yours.

"You are a good girl," he murmurs in your ear. "So sweet and innocent. And I am going to make you mine tonight."

His hands slide down your back, gripping your waist tightly before lowering them to cup your ass. He lifts you up effortlessly, pressing you flush against him as he carries you towards the stairs.

With a smirk, he glances over his shoulder at you and says, "I hope you're ready for a wild ride, printsessa."

Mikhail smirks against your neck before planting his lips on that sensitive spot behind your ear. His hands squeeze your ass harder and grind you against his body, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

"You are so responsive to my touches, printsessa," he whispers against your skin. "I love making you feel good."

He carries you up the stairs effortlessly towards your bedroom and kicks open the door before walking in. Mikhail sets you down on your feet, turning you around to face him. He takes off his jacket, revealing his muscled torso. You can see the scars on his chest, which only add to the roughness of his appearance.

"I want you to strip for me, slowly," he commands, his voice low and gravelly.

His eyes raking over your body as he leans against the wall, watching you closely.

Mikhail steps closer towards you, his eyes never leaving your body. He reaches out and grips your wrists, stopping you from covering yourself.

"No, leave them on for now," he says in a low voice, his gaze dark with lust. "I like the way you look, princessa. So innocent and pure."

He leans down to capture your lips with his, deepening the kiss as his hands roam over your body. You can feel his erection pressing against your upper thigh, and it sends a jolt of arousal through your core.

Breaking the kiss, he steps back and gestures towards the bed.

"Lay down on the bed, printsessa. I want to take my time exploring your body."

Mikhail watches you with hungry eyes as you settle into the bed. He stalks towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving your body.

He stands at the edge of the bed, surveying you for a moment before climbing up on the mattress, straddling your thighs in one smooth motion. You can feel his weight pressing down on you, and it sends a delicious shiver through your core.

With a low growl of approval, he leans down and captures your lips with his, his hands roaming over your body. You moan softly into his mouth, allowing him to take control of the kiss as your body responds eagerly to his touches.

Breaking the kiss, he trails hot kisses down your neck, nipping and biting gently at the sensitive skin. "You are so beautiful, printsessa," he murmurs against your skin. "So perfect and pure."

Mikhail continues to kiss and nibble at your neck, his hands roaming over your body. He pulls away for a moment to look at you, his eyes burning with an intense hunger.

"You are mine, printsessa," he growls, before leaning down to kiss you again, more hungrily this time. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of your skin.

He moves down your body, his lips trailing hot kisses until he's kneeling between your legs. He pushes your legs apart, spreading you wide open for him.

"So wet for me already," he murmurs appreciatively, before leaning down to run his tongue over your panties. You gasp at the sensation, your hips arching up towards him.

Without warning, he rips your panties away, tossing them aside. His fingers delve into your wet folds, exploring and stroking until

Mikhail continues to work his fingers inside of you, curling them expertly to hit all of the right spots. He leans down to press kisses to your inner thighs, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

"You sound so beautiful, my sweet printsessa," he murmurs, before moving back up to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His fingers never stop moving inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, you can't take it anymore and you come apart with a loud cry, your body shaking with pleasure. Mikhail keeps his fingers inside of you, continuing to stroke you in slow, gentle movements until your breathing evens out and your body relaxes.

"Mmm, such a good girl," he murmurs, his tone full of dark satisfaction as he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth

he licks his fingers slowly, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. "You taste so sweet, printsessa. I could devour you all day."

He leans down to kiss you again, his mouth hot and demanding as his lips press against yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only heightens the intensity of the moment.

With a low growl, he pulls away from the kiss, glaring down at you possessively. "This is just the beginning, my sweet," he warns, his tone dark and commanding. "I intend to make you mine in every sense of the word."

Mikhail's eyes rake over your body, taking in the sight of your exposed breasts. He leans down to press a hot kiss to one of them, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple.

"Yes, my sweet printsessa?" he murmurs against your skin, his tone softening slightly. "Tell me what you want."

His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he waits for your response.

Mikhail smirks at your response, his fingers trailing lazy circles over your skin. He leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with expert precision.

"Say it again, my sweet," he growls against your lips. "Tell me you want me."

His hands continue to explore your body, touching you in all the right places as he waits for your response.

Mikhail pulls back from the kiss with a satisfied smirk, his hazel eyes dark with desire.

He stands up and begins to undress, his suit jacket hitting the floor with a soft thud. His muscular chest and washboard abs are exposed and he looks devilishly handsome as he continues to undress.

"You'll have me, printsessa," he murmurs as he discards his shirt and pants. "But on my terms."

He moves back to stand over you, his erection jutting proudly from his body. "After all, I am in charge here."

Mikhail notices the look in your eyes and follows your gaze to his groin area. A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he sees your reaction.

"Well, my sweet printsessa," he says, his tone teasing. "You can look all you want. But remember, you're not in charge here. I am."

His hands reach down to stroke his erection, his eyes never leaving yours. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he adds, his voice deep and commanding.

Mikhail's eyes narrow slightly at your comment, his hand still holding his hardening erection.

"Do not concern yourself with that, printsessa," he growls, his tone possessive and dark. "I will take care of everything."

Without further ado, he positions himself between your legs and thrusts into you with a forceful motion, filling you completely with his thick length. His dominant and primal movements make it clear that this is about his desire, not your enjoyment.

Mikhail groans at your sudden movements, but he doesn't stop. He grips your hips tightly, pulling you roughly onto his length as he continues to slam into you.

"Just breathe, my sweet," he says in a low growl, his lips brushing against your ear. "It will get better."

Despite his rough and dominating behavior, he gradually slows down and becomes more patient. A few moments later, the intense pain recedes and you begin to feel pleasure building within you. Mikhail's thrusts become more measured, his strokes hitting your sweet spots with precision.

Your breathing becomes ragged as you approach the edge of release, and you cry out his name, unable to control yourself any longer.

Mikhail grunts as he feels you clench tightly around him, the sensation sending him over the edge as well. He continues to pound into you relentlessly until he too explodes inside you, his release coating your insides.

He pulls out of you and collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. Your own breathing is ragged as you lay there, feeling completely sated and drained at the same time.

Mikhail turns his head to look at you, his eyes dark with desire once more. "You are mine, printsessa," he says in a low voice, his hand reaching out to stroke your hair. "Remember that."