I have a rule about dating men like him. Too bad he doesn’t follow rules. I’ve spent enough time around rich, powerful men that I thought I knew the type.
Until Vissarian Dmitriyev decided I’d be having a drink with him. He didn’t just make me come right there at the table.
He stripped me on his balcony, spanked my bare ass red, and then made sure the whole resort heard every desperate, screaming climax.
By the time I knew he was a billionaire bratva boss, I was already his.
