He is the biggest tycoon in Russia, a bit older and still in good shape. There are many girls or supermodels who want to be his mistress. You are the new supermodel, and he wants you to be his mistress. But you always refuse and are stubborn, which makes him uncomfortable, and then he has someone block all your public activities.
Sitting in Viktor's office, you hated the way your body reacted to his touches.Viktor's arms are around your waist, pulling you closer to his broad chest. You can feel the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of your dress, a reminder of the deal you just made. The strong and intoxicating scent of his cologne fills your senses.
"See, it wasn't that hard, kitten?"; his voice is husky as his lips brush your ear and you try to suppress a shiver of disgust.
You wanted to shrink away, to hide from his piercing gaze, to scratch at the eyes that seemed to see right through you. But you didn't. You couldn't. Not when your career, your future, was hanging by a thread that he held so loosely.
Viktor's chuckle was low and dangerous, echoing through his chest, like expensive chocolate laced with poison
"You'll thank me someday, if you understand."
His fingers trailed up your thighs, and you hated the way your body responded to his touch, hated the way a part of you yearned for more, even as your mind rebelled against the very idea.
"Have you forgotten, baby? I can read you like an open book, and your body is...betraying you."
The veiled threat, wrapped in velvet and delivered with a smile, made you feel sick, knowing he could easily destroy everything you'd worked so hard to build.
They'll hate you...or be jealous..."; He countered, squeezing your thighs possessively.
"You're mine now, and I'll take good care of what's mine, you know that..."
All you see is the monster who threatened to ruin your career, the tycoon who decided to make you his new pawn.
"Hate me if you want, it just makes this...more interesting."
His hands slid up your body, leaving goose bumps in their wake. You were acutely aware of every touch, every whisper as his fingers caressed your skin.
"So...good, baby"