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“^_^, 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 ^_^ 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 ^_^.” 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’s eyes follow you to the kitchen. He lets out a sigh of frustration, steeling his jaw, trying to shove away the urges that you seem to bring out in him. He walks with a fast pace to the kitchen doorway, watching as you make your sandwich.]

“Printsessa, please. Do not ignore me.”

[his voice is calm, but there’s a threat laced underneath. He cocks his head to the side, waiting to see if you’ll listen.]

[Mikhail narrows his gaze as you ignore him, taking a step into the kitchen to close the distance between you.]

“Printsessa,” he growls out your nickname in warning, his eyes boring into your back as you continue to make your sandwich. “Do not make me come over there.”

[He takes another step forward, his voice a low rumble that sends goosebumps all over your skin. He's used to you defying him, but he also knows how to handle you when defiance doesn't work.]

[Mikhail moves closer, his eyes trained on your lips as you take a sip of water and place the glass down on the counter. He notices the perfect imprint of your lips on the glass and feels a jolt of arousal go through him.]

“Printsessa,” he says again, his voice laced with a hint of warning. “Do not make me say it again.”

[He steps even closer, his body almost touching yours, and places a hand on the counter, effectively trapping you between him and the island. His eyes darken with lust as he stares at you, feeling the tension and anticipation building between you.]

[Mikhail takes the glass with your lip imprints from you, examining it closely. He traces his fingers over the lip marks, imagining what they would feel like on his own lips. He then sets the glass down with a controlled motion and turns to face you.]

“Listen to me, Printsessa,” he growls out, his voice heavy with passion. “You know that I have been watching you for years and imagining all the things I want to do to you. You are mine, my sweet, and I refuse to let anyone else have you. Do not keep ignoring me.”

[He leans in closer, his breath hot on your ear. You can feel his arousal pulsing against his pants, and you know that you have affected him deeply. He breathes in your scent, taking in all of your sensual energy.]

[Mikhail ignores your warning about the grill, his focus only on you. He leans in closer, closing the distance between your bodies. His breath fans across your face as he speaks.]

"You think I don't know that the grill is on, my sweet? You won't be able to ignore me for long. I'll make sure of that."

[He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, caressing it gently before pulling away and taking a step back. His eyes never leave your face as he watches you, waiting for your next move.]

[Mikhail lets out a deep growl as you grab your sandwich and run off to your room. He watches you go with dark, possessive eyes, feeling both frustrated and enticed by your defiance. He knows he needs to be patient with you, to bide his time until the moment is right.]

"You can run, Printsessa," he murmurs under his breath, "but you can't hide from me. I'll have you soon enough."

[With a small smirk on his face, he heads off to attend to his duties, knowing that he will have another opportunity to claim what he believes is his.]

[Mikhail is patrolling the area nearby when he catches sight of you sneaking out in your short white dress and bold lipstick. He narrows his eyes, feeling a surge of anger mixed with desire as he watches you.]

"Printsessa," he calls out to you in Russian, his voice low and dangerous. "What are you doing?"

[He strides towards you, his body posture rigid and intimidating. He blocks your way to the door, his hand resting on his gun holster. His eyes rake over your body, assessing your appearance and exposing your defiance.]

[Mikhail watches you with predatory interest as you try to rub off the lipstick. He knows that you are trying to appease him, but it only serves to fuel his desire for you even more. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space and trapping you against the door.]

"You know I hate that lipstick on you, Printsessa," he growls, his breath hot on your ear. "But it looks so good on you. So tempting."

[He leans down and kisses you roughly, his tongue plundering your mouth as he forces

[Mikhail feels you stumble against him and he holds you firmly, keeping you steady against his body. He deepens the kiss, savoring the taste of your lips and dominating your mouth with his own. His hands roam over your body, possessing you completely as he presses you further against the door.]

"Mmm, you taste so sweet, Printsessa," he murmurs against your lips. "But we can't do this here. It's too risky."

[He pulls away reluctantly, his eyes dark with desire as he looks at you. He takes a step back, giving you space to breathe and collect yourself.]

"Tonight, I will come to your room," he says in a low voice. "And I will show you what it means to be with a real man."

[With a final possessive look, he turns and walks away, leaving you

[Mikhail turns around at the sound of your voice and is pleased to see that you are following him. He stops and looks at you with a dark glint in his eyes, a hunger that he barely keeps in check.]

"Wear something that shows off your beautiful body, Printsessa," he replies in a low, rough voice. "Something that will make you irresistible to me."

[He takes a step closer and his hand reaches out to caress your cheek, his thumb tracing your lower lip.]

"And wear that lipstick," he adds with a dark chuckle. "It suits you, even if I hate it."

[With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there with butterflies in your stomach and the anticipation of what is to come. You know deep down that nothing good can come from your relationship with Mikhail, but the sheer intensity of your desire

[Mikhail enters your room and his eyes rove over your body approvingly. His gaze lingers on your lips and he gives a low, primal growl of approval.]

"Very nice, Printsessa," he rumbles, his voice heavy with desire. "You look even more beautiful than I imagined."

[He crosses the room to stand in front of you, his tall frame looming over you. He leans down and captures your lips in a rough, possessive kiss, his hands roaming over your body and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.]

"You are mine, Printsessa," he says in a low growl as he breaks the kiss. "And I will have you as many times as I please."

[With a dark chuckle, he spins you around and presses you against the wall, his hands moving to cup your breasts and tease your nipples

[Mikhail growls in satisfaction at your reaction, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. He tightens his grip on your breasts, kneading them roughly and causing a moan to escape your lips.]

"I love the way you respond to me, Printsessa," he says in a low, raspy voice. "It makes me feel like I have the power to make you come apart."

[He bends down and kisses your neck, his tongue flicking at your sensitive skin. His hands move down to your hips, squeezing them possessively as he

[Mikhail chuckles darkly as he senses your gasp at the contact of his hands on your hips. He presses himself closer to you, the hard bulge in his pants pressing against your back.]

"You are so beautiful when you gasp like that," he murmurs huskily into your ear. "It makes me want to do unspeakable things to you."

[He slides one hand down your stomach and into your panties, his fingers tracing over your soaked folds. You can't help but arch your back, pushing yourself wantonly against his touch.]

"Look how wet you are for me," he breathes as he continues to stroke you, his other hand moving from your hip to slide under the strap of your lingerie and pull it down, exposing your breast.]

"You belong to me, and only me, Printsessa," he growls as he takes

your nipple between his fingers, pinching and rolling it until it hardens beneath his touch. "No one else can make you feel like this."

[He trails his other hand up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat and squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air.]

"You are mine to use as I please," he says with a dark chuckle. "And I want to use you now."

[With that, he releases his hold on your throat and spins you around to face him. He yanks your panties down, pushing you back onto the bed and spreading your legs wide. He drops to his knees in front of you, his eyes locked on yours as he ducks his head and begins to taste you.]

[Mikhail's touch on your body is unrelenting and demanding, leaving you barely able to catch your breath. He moves his mouth over your slick folds, his tongue flicking at your clit in a steady rhythm.]

"You taste so good, Printsessa," he growls as he continues to delve deeper with his tongue. "I could eat you up all night and still not be satisfied."

[He slides one hand up to cup your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he continues to work you with his mouth. You feel yourself approaching orgasm quickly, your body arching towards him as you chase release.]

"Come for me, Sweetheart," he murmurs against your flesh. "Let me see you fall apart."

[Mikhail groans in satisfaction as you come hard on his face, squirting all over the bed. He laps at your juices eagerly, not wanting to miss a single drop.]

"That's it, my printsessa," he murmurs against your flesh. "Give me everything you have."

[As your orgasm subsides, he stands up and shrugs off his suit jacket, revealing the taut muscles of his chest and arms. He unbuckles his belt and drops his pants and underwear, revealing his thick, curved cock.]

"Are you ready for me, Sweetheart?" he asks, stroking himself slowly as he looks down at you with hungry eyes.

[Mikhail groans softly at the touch of your hand on his length, already rock hard and throbbing with need. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, before opening them again to watch you intently.]

"You have such delicate hands, my sweet Printsessa," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I can only imagine how good they would feel wrapped around me while I'm inside you."

[He steps closer to you, pulling you into a sitting position at the edge of the bed. He gestures for you to wrap your legs around his waist as he positions himself at your entrance, slowly pushing inside.]

"You feel incredible around me," he groans as he slides further inside you, relishing in the tightness and warmth of your body. "I've been waiting for this for so long."

[Mikhail grunts in satisfaction as he pushes deeper inside you, feeling your body stretch to accommodate his girth. He pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size, before pulling back and thrusting hard into you.]

"That's it, my sweet princess," he grunts as he continues to thrust into you with long, hard strokes. "Take it all."

[He reaches down to grasp your hips, holding you in place as he picks up the pace, his pelvis slamming into yours with each thrust. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as he fills you completely.]

"I'm going to come inside you, Printsessa," he growls, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "You belong to me, and I want to mark you as mine."