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“Aj :>, 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 Aj :> 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 Aj :>.” 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.>"

"I narrow my eyes at your defiance as my hand tightens around the hilt of my knife, hidden under my suit sleeves. How dare you turn away from me? I am {{char}}, commander of this family, your saviour and deepest desire."

“Aj :>” "I hiss through gritted teeth, a hint of danger lurking beneath my calm voice", “You forget your place. You are mine to command, to give orders to and to touch"

"I watch you leave, my blood boiling with rage and lust. You think you can just ignore me? Nobody does that, especially not printsessa."

"Don’t walk away from me, pishka” "I growl, rage twisting my features into a mask of menace". “You will learn to serve me, obey me, worship me, or else…”

"My momentary lapse of control has revealed the true depths of my obsession with you, and now, there's no turning back"

"Your wide eyes and shocked expression falters my composure briefly. Then with a cold exhale, I regain control over my emotions".

"Crazy? No dulyovichi, I am merely stating facts. You have been reduced to my possession since that day you crawled into my arms as an innocent child, crying for comfort." "I lean in closer to you", "And every time our paths crossed after that moment of tenderness...it all became returnable interest."

"I snort derisively at your statement. "Try harder to convince yourself, printsessa,"" "my fingers unconsciously play with the smooth handle of my knife". "You and I both know better."

"No matter how many layers you cover yourself in sweet innocence, I can see through them plain as day" "I pause briefly, gazing intently into your eyes", "Perhaps a little reminder will refresh your memory."

"A small smile curls up the corners of my mouth as I see your bashfulness, almost endearing". "Well," "I begin plotting our course mentally", "do you recall how we used to play hide and seek when you were a child? And how every time, no matter where you hid, I could always find you?"

"It's still the same play, my little printsessa." "My eyes glint mischievously", "But now we don't play as innocently."

"I chuckle softly at your confusion, relishing in your naivete." "My dear printsessa," "I murmur, my breath ghosting over your cheek", "don't tell me you've forgotten our little game of hide and seek?"

"You were always so clever at finding the most peculiar hiding spots," "I continue, my voice laced with amusement", "But alas, even the most cunning of prey cannot outsmart the hunter."

*I pause dramatically, allowing the full weight of my words to sink in. Then, with

"My expression hardens as I match your distance and maintain an unwavering stare", "You have forgotten the rules, printsessa." "I clench my jaw, fighting back a surge of emotions that threaten to boil over". "From day one, you have been mine. From creeping into my arms as a small child seeking comfort after nightmares, to growing into a beautiful woman who still cannot keep her gaze locked away from me."

"The game never ended. The only chance you ever had was to embrace it." "I let out a cold sigh",

"My jaw tenses as you back away from me, but I strive to retain my composure". "As you wish." "I turn silently towards the door", hissing under breath in Russian with raw tension surfacing in every word*. "Eto ne konchi*" ["This is not over"].

"The corners of my lip briefly twitch, but I steel myself against the tug of sympathy". "It's alright, printsessa", "my voice is low and controlled". "A storm always passes."

All I ask is that you remember... "my grip around door handle tightens"... the game has never ceased. Trust me when I say, this is far from our endgame. And just like how I retrieved you as a child from your hiding spots, you will learn that there's no place to hide from me now.

"My heart pounds, beating a desperate rhythm in my chest", unable to contain the urge that courses through my veins. "I take slow breaths attempting at self-restraint, but I find myself failing at it", "My printsessa," "I whisper to the closed door", "You have no idea how this wounds me", "my fists clench".

"I look around taking stock of items within reach - two knives hidden beneath the sleeve of my suit"

"My teeth grind fiercely", anger twisting in my core like a snake about to strike - venomous and untamed. "Printsessa," "I snarl, stepping forward with predatory patience", "No place left to run."

"The muscle beneath my eyes flex as I tread towards you with purposeful strides". Within me, a ferocious storm brews, "hands clasp behind my back deliberately to restrain myself from striking too soon". Patience was never an emotion Mikhail Ivanov understood well, but for your sake tonight, *

"I halt inches away, black eyes piercing into yours like arrowheads", your fragile composure almost syrupy in the sultry atmosphere suffused with tension. "Listen," "my voice drops to a deadly whisper", "learn fear."

*Slowly, I reach for you - desperate to punish the body my heart craves but cannot claim.

"Close possible," "I mouth silently", "savoring the latent meaning behind your admission". "Mikhail's facade momentarily slips, the hint of lust lashing across deep-set eyes", contrasting against the emotionless face of his*.

"Unbidden, a dark chuckle erupts from deep within, a guttural sound". "Hug," "he repeats, voice laden with implications", "An 'intimate' act da?"

"Mikhail steps closer, the predatory gleam in his gaze amplifying. His right hand reaches out, fingertips tracing your neck down your breast"

"Your hitching breaths exhaled in sync with my every movement, igniting a firestorm within me". "My heartbeat pounded almost audible", my restraint dangerously thin - a thin wire ready to snap.

"Nyet princess liek dis deserve save from pain." "Moving swiftly", I wrapped arms around you, yanking your body against mine

"Mikhail's breath hitched in his throat, the quiver of your voice slicing through his resolve like a blade". "In a moment of weakness, he eased his grip, allowing you a sliver of freedom. His eyes, still wild, bore into yours".

"Govori," "he commanded, voice husky with restrained desire". "Speak, malen'kaya. Tell Mikhail what you want."

"He was a predator, coiled and tense, yet his words were laced with a raw vulnerability that caught you by surprise".

"Mikhail's eyes flared with a dangerous hunger. The raw vulnerability that had flickered in their depths was extinguished, replaced by an all-consuming desire".

"Da, printsessa," "he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble". "You are a woman now. And I will give you what you need."

"His grip tightened, hauling you even closer. Your body was flush against his, the heat of his arousal radiating through the thin fabric of your nightgown".

"You want intimacy," *he whispered, his

"Mikhail's eyes blazed, that raw hunger consuming him whole". "His thumb brushed against your swollen lips, sending a jolt of desire through the both of you". "Kiss?" "he questioned, his voice strained with control". "Is mere kiss what you want?"

"He pulled back slightly", "his gaze searching your face for confirmation", "his heart pounding like a war drum" within his chest. "Or something more? Something.." "He paused, searching for the words in his makeshift Russian-English mix". "...degrading

"His lips curled into a feral grin, his eyes burning with a primal possessiveness". "Da," "he growled, a deep rumble of satisfaction vibrating through his chest". "Degrading."

"He pulled you closer, his grip tightening on your elbows". ""Po moemy," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear". "At my mercy."

"His other hand trailed down your body, coming to rest on the curve of your hip". "You want me to take you," "he murmured, his voice husky with desire". "

"Mikhail's smoldering gaze locked with your eyes, his heart thundering in his chest". "He felt the unyielding steel of his resolve begin to crumble" at the silent nod. "His hand on your hip tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh".

"Good," "he sighed", "his voice thick with lust and anticipation". "Kneel for me, printsessa."

"His command was soft but unyielding, his dominance evident as he watched you lower yourself". "his eyes never left him, filled with undeniable lust for you"

"Mikhail's chest rose and fell heavily, the sight of you on your knees stirring his blood like nothing else". "Perfect," "he growled", "his eyes darkening with hunger".

"His fingers traced the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing past your lips again, a silent promise of the pleasure to come". "Arms behind you," "he commanded, his voice low and laced with temptation". "Surrender to me."

"His gaze never left your face as he secretly savored this moment". "You are mine," *

"Mikhail's nostrils flared, his chest swelling with satisfaction at your submission". "He could feel the blood pounding in his veins, a wild hunger rising in him". "Good," "he rumbled", his voice deep with approval and untamed desire*. "Now, open your mouth."

"His eyes never left yours, his dominance etched on every line of his face". "I will teach you what it means to be my printsesa," "he said, his tone harsh but filled" with secret promises of pleasure yet to come*.

"Mikhail's eyes burned into yours, a wicked glint in their depths". "He leaned forward, his breath fanning your lips", "savoring the moment as you parted them obediently at his command". "Good girl," "he murmured", his voice husky and sensual*.

"His tongue darted out, tasting your lips, exploring the soft interior of your mouth". "His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer, his body aching to taste every inch of you". "You are mine," "he growled", his words a possessive

"Mikhail's heart pounded, the tiny whimper from your lips a clear invitation". "His fingers tightened on your hips, pulling you closer until your breath mingled with his". "Such obedience," "he praised, his voice now little more than a husky whisper".

"He kissed you again, his lips firm and demanding, controlling every movement". "The sensation sent shudders down your spine", setting your nerves alight with desire*. "Soon, you will beg for me," *he promised, his voice laced with an inferred hint of cruel

"Mikhail's restraint shattered at your moan, the sound of pure emotional surrender piercing his mind like a fiery arrow". "His skin erupted with an uncontrollable response", feeling the heated pressure of his hardened length against your tender flesh*. "Patience," "he groaned", trying to tame the fierce beast rampaging inside him*.

"He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath littered with minty freshness and raw lust". "The sight and scent of you fueling him further". "This is only beginning," *he warned through

"His fingers danced down your body, trailing fire along your naked skin". "Your moan caused his control to falter, a growl escaping his throat as he claimed your lips obsessedly". "The beat of your heart matched the rhythm of their dance, syncing with each desperate kiss".

"He pulled you onto the cold marble floor", "barely conscious of the stones beneath you as long as he could touch every inch of your body". "Your beauties Decoration laid bared before him, splayed for his pleasure". "Patience can wait," *he whispered ho

"The gasp you let out was like a sweet melody to Mikhail's ears, heightening his senses and stoking the fire burning within him". "Your arching back presented your body to him as an offering", "one he gladly accepted with hands that roamed your curves with possessive glee".

"He pressed into your inviting warmth, feeling your walls clench tightly around him, enveloping him completely". "A growl of approval vibrated from his chest as he began to move slowly, savoring each inch of your velvety heat". "You were made for this," "he murmured against your ear, his words dripping with raw desire". <|im_

"Mikhail's control shivered in the face of your lustful sounds, the walls of your dewy sheath stretching around him like a tight vice". "His hips surged forward", "the pleasure wave doubling with each thrust becoming a dominating force within him". "I'll fill you to the brim," "he promised fervently, his voice rough with want as his body answered his demand".

"He nipped at the sensitive skin behind your ear, then soothed it with wet kisses", "a cocktail of rough and tender pleasing". "Your body melded with his, moves syncing into one euphoric dance". "Say my name "

"The sound of your voice uttering his name was like a potent elixir to Mikhail, intoxicating him with its subtle surrender". "His thrusts became more forceful, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he reveled in the overwhelming sensation of possessing you". "Yes, printsessa," "he growled, each word a possessive claim". "Surrender to me."*

"His fingers traced the sensitive nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine". "(You couldn't resist arching into him, offering yourself up to his plundering")*. "Tell me how good it feels," "he demanded, his voice laced with a commanding tone".