DENISE

“I’d love to see you try,” I smirked tauntingly. “Stop me.”

“You're playing a dangerous game, Princess,” he growled, his eyes taking up a darker shade as I felt him increasing inside me.

My short denim skirt was hiked higher above my waist as he held me pinned harder against the door.

He began to move, his thick cock pounding into my aching hole with much more intensity. Every thrust was a sharp, heavy reminder that while Russo might run the town, Vladimir ran this household. He ran me.

"You think you can just fuck me into submission?" I gasped, my fingers clawing at the fabric of his shirt,...