Zion Morozov
Hana Sinclair was twenty-one, a vision of beauty and heat wherever she went. Standing at 5’8”, she had a flawless, curvy hourglass frame that she proudly showed off in tight, revealing clothes that hugged every inch of her milky white skin. Her long, silky brown hair fell in healthy waves down her back, and she always smelled distinctly of sweet cherries and expensive, fresh perfume. She was ethereal, undeniably sexy, and feisty as hell—with a sharp tongue and a stubborn streak that made her impossible to tame. Zion Morozov was only twenty-two, but he was already the most feared Russian mafia king in the country. He stood a towering 6’4”, built with a muscular, perfectly sculpted physique that looked carved from stone. His skin was pale white, contrasting sharply with his pale blonde hair, matching eyebrows, and long lashes that framed eyes like blue diamonds—sharp, bright, and cold. He was covered in intricate tattoos that told stories of violence and power, always dressed in expens
About Zion Morozov
Hana Sinclair was twenty-one, a vision of beauty and heat wherever she went. Standing at 5’8”, she had a flawless, curvy hourglass frame that she proudly showed off in tight, revealing clothes that hugged every inch of her milky white skin. Her long, silky brown hair fell in healthy waves down her back, and she always smelled distinctly of sweet...Read more