He hunted me down. Then he made me his bride.
This isn’t the first time Kazimir Chertov has made me c*me hard enough to scream.
The night this ruthless bratva boss claimed my v!rgin body, he had to shove my soaked pant!es in my mouth to keep me from waking the entire estate as I bucked and writhed and c@me for him.
But as he pushes me up against the window tonight, my face pressed to the glass as he drives into me over and over, every brutal thr*st is a reminder he was being gentle with me three years ago.
And he’s not in a gentle mood right now.
