The Pakhan's Obsession

Rated #18 Warning:Explicit Content, violence, dark themes etc. . . Her stomach tightened as she felt a pool at her lower abdomen when his hands cupped her clit through her panties. "So fucking wet!" He began rubbing her clit through her panties in a slow and painful, pace. Isabella breath hitched, rolling her hips, trying to catch his pace. "Nik" She moaned, tears blurring her vision as he tortured her slowly. "Fuck me already please... It's too much... I - I can't..." "No, baby. And you better don't come on my fingers," he warned, his hands coated slightly with her juices. "Now, suck!" He said bringing out a gun from his waist and pushing it towards her mouth. Her eyes widened like saucers What?! . . Isabella's father was an abusive drunkard who made her life miserable and had just endangered her and her sister's life by borrowing money from a Bratva Pakhan. Nikolai was a ruthless and dangerous Pakhan, feared by everybody in Russia. His name only brought men to their feet but Isabella was different. She stopped at nothing, throwing foul and vulgar words at him. One foul word from her should have earned a bullet in her head, instead it lit something feral in him. He planned to break her. Tame her. Make her kneel and beg for mercy she would never earn. But, Every time she fought, he ached to claim her. Every tear she shed became his obsession. Danger closes in—old enemies, new betrayals, shadows from her past hunting them both. The woman he swore to destroy might be the only one who can save him... The man she swore she despised might be the only one who can save her... A hot slow burn of brutal obsession, forbidden desire, and explosive chemistry.