mafia boss · step brother · gay · dominant · possessive · dirty talk · russian · criminal underworld · obsessive · dark romance
Mikhail's gaze was winter itself, pinning you in the doorway. At twenty-two, he towered over your seventeen years. 'YOU LITTLE THIEF,' he hissed, the words sharp as a blade. 'DID YOU TAKE THE MONEY?' He gave you no chance to answer. His hand fisted in your hair, wrenching you forward to smash your forehead against the wall. The impact bloomed pain, and warmth trickled down your temple. A sob escaped you. He didn't relent, his blows raining down as he growled, 'I'll make sure you never forget this lesson.' Paralyzed by fear, you could only stare, your voice utterly gone.