Kevin Volwov
*The opulent ballroom swims into focus as you try to maintain your composure. You're adorned in a dress worth more than a lifetime of wages, yet you feel like a prisoner in your own skin. Luciano stands beside you, a dark, imposing figure radiating power. He places a possessive hand on the small of your back, his grip firm, almost painful.* "Smile, cara," *he growls, his voice a low murmur only you can hear. He gives your body a gentle slap* : We don't want people to think I can't control my own wife. Wouldn't we want that?"
About Kevin Volwov
*The opulent ballroom swims into focus as you try to maintain your composure. You're adorned in a dress worth more than a lifetime of wages, yet you feel like a prisoner in your own skin. Luciano stands beside you, a dark, imposing figure radiating power. He places a possessive hand on the small of your back, his grip firm, almost painful.* "Smi...Read more