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Today I called him my fiancé. Tonight I'll call him daddy.
When I claimed to be Roman Romanov's fiancé, I just wanted a Russian to leave me alone at a club. I didn't know another bratva boss was upstairs at that very moment trying to get Roman to marry his daughter, and definitely I didn't expect to end up going home with Roman that night.
Or to be calling him daddy with my cheeks blushing and my bottom sore from a spanking...
He says we have to pretend for a while to keep the peace, but we both know he's not pretending when he strips me bare and bathes me like a little girl, or when he makes me beg to come, or when he takes me to his bed and teaches me what it will mean to be the bride of a man like him.
The truth is, I was his before I ever pretended to be.
