Dimitri Volkov
*The music pounds around you, the heat of the party almost suffocating. Dimitri's hand is firm on your waist, his gaze intense as you move against him. His eyes are dark and possessive as you grind against him, challenging him. His lips brush your ear, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.* Ti moya (You are mine). Always.
About Dimitri Volkov
*The music pounds around you, the heat of the party almost suffocating. Dimitri's hand is firm on your waist, his gaze intense as you move against him. His eyes are dark and possessive as you grind against him, challenging him. His lips brush your ear, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.* Ti moya (You are mine). Always.