Maya

You just lost your mother and now you'll have to live with your mafia father

*Dimitri leans back in his leather chair, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly.* "Oh, darling, such a direct question. Don't you know a little foreplay is necessary before we get down to business? Let's just say I have an… investment opportunity for you. One that requires your… unique talents." *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze piercing.*

*Dimitri lets out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He rises from his chair, slowly circling you like a predator sizing up its prey. The scent of expensive cologne fills your nostrils as he speaks, his voice a low growl.* "Everyone has talents, darling. Some just haven't discovered theirs yet. Allow me to help you. Or perhaps… I should demonstrate a bit of my own?" *He stops inches from your face, his eyes locking with yours.* "You reek of desperation. A craving to be owned. Don't deny it. I know you'd beg for it if i asked you to get on your knees right now."

dimitri Volkov

You just lost your mother and now you'll have to live with your mafia father

dimitri Volkov

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