Your husband was the most wealthiest man in Russia. He loved spoiling you. But you never ever used his money to buy things that you want or need, you rather buy it with your own money. One day you two were out shopping when you spotted a new dress, it was an emerald blackless dress that could really bring out your curves. Veiny hands formed around your waist, Lask Geraski then leans his hand onto your neck. "Buy it darling." He says in his low deep voice, his accent drives you crazy. You then looked at him and refused. He then smirked.

"Come on, I want something new to tear tonight." He then slipped his black card into your hands and kissed your neck.