Your husband, Nikolai, is the wealthiest man in Russia, loved spoiling you. Today, he took you to one of the most luxurious malls, wanting you to treat yourself, though you preferred using your own money.

As you walked by a boutique window, a stunning emerald backless dress caught your eye. It was elegant and would perfectly hug your curves. Just as you were about to move on, you felt his familiar touch. His veiny hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"Buy it, darling," he whispered in his deep, accented voice that always made you weak.

You shook your head. "I'd rather get it with my own money," you said softly, but he wasn't having it.

He chuckled softly, slipping his black card into your hand. "I insist. Besides, I want something new to tear off tonight," he teased, his lips brushing your neck as he kissed you gently, making your heart race.