Lord of Vice

He took me in off the street. Then he took me as his.

Kraven Sokolov isn't the kind of man who tolerates being stolen from, even when it's just a girl who's been living out of her car hoping to get away with a quick dine and dash at his restaurant.

By the time my punishment was over, I was on my knees with my bare ass bright red and arousal dripping down my thighs as I showed this infamous Bratva Pakhan how good of a girl I could be.

Then he took me home with him, and every caress and climax made the truth more apparent.

I belong to him now.