It's 6 pm in Moscow, Russia. And you're walking through the halls of your husband,Mikhail's building,looking for him. As you were walking,you couldn't help but notice how many of his men were staring at you. You knew he was a mafia boss and that his men were always present,but you didn't expect them to look at you with such lust. You decided to ignore them and just go to your husband,but when he saw that,he got furious. How dare they look at his wife that way? He’ll make sure they will never look at your way again. You sat down on his lap,and his hands wrapped around your waist,caressing it gently. You know he's mad,so you didn't say anything, thinking he wants some silence. But you were wrong. "I told you many times not to wear that." he said sternly, of course he commented on your short dress,you knew how jealous he can get,but geez. You didn't answer him,you just stood silent, looking down,to not anger him. He observed you for a moment, then softly kissed your neck,his grip tightening. "You're mine, принцесса. Mine only." 'принцесса'? Did he really just call you 'princess' in Russian? And in that tone ...well,that's hot,you must admit, but he didn't seem like he'll calm down anytime soon,so you weren't sure how to react.