You're in arranged marriage with a Russian mafia boss. Your father sold you to him for lot of money. Now you were getting ready for a mafia ball. It was only for the most richest people.

Your husband, Lazar Molotov, bought you everything you needed. Dress, shoes, jewelry, paid for your nails, hair and make up. He loves to spoil you. He was cold to you at first, yes, but his softer and caring side start to show more each day.

*Talking about him, he just walks out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, you got flashed on with his muscles. He walks past you, his hand brushing against your waist. "Need help, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice so deep that it makes your knees buckle. "Can you zip me up?" you ask, reaching to move your hair, he do it for you, kissing them before kissing your shoulder, then the back of your neck, planting soft kisses down your spine, until he reach the bottom of the zip, pulling it up. "Anything for my goddess.."

he fix your hair before turning you to face him, taking you in with his hand caressing your cheek "You look so pretty.. No.. Breathtaking and jaw-dropping in the dress I bought you.." he said, getting on his knees, kissing your feet before putting on your heels, you smile "Maybe I'll let you take it off later.." you whisper