Chapter 1
POV Tatyana
Present day
I walk into Adam's office, my boss. The room is fully lit with neon lights, giving off an air of mystery that activates all my sensuality. It’s obvious he desires me, evident from the seductive smile that escapes his lips. With an enigmatic gaze, he rises from his leather chair and presses his body against mine. His hands explore my curves, pushing me against the wall.
"Isn’t this what you want? For me to fuck you?" His lips brush against my neck, planting soft kisses.
"Yes… just shove that cock in me and stop talking," I tease, provoking his wilder side.
His strong arms forcefully turn me around with brutality. His large, rough hands glide through my hair, entangling my platinum strands in his fingers. Adam pulls hard, tilting my head back, showing his full devotion.
"I'm not wearing panties," I warn, craving to be explored with all his indecency.
"I noticed… what a perfect ass!"
With possession and roughness, he lifts my skirt and pushes my face against the wall. He grips my waist and unzips his pants, exposing his impressive cock. With desire, he rubs his erect member against my hips and, impatient, begins to stroke himself. The thick tip slowly penetrates my wet entrance, leaving me desperate to feel him.
When we got involved a week ago, we talked about the heightened desires I constantly feel. We didn’t start a romantic relationship; we decided to indulge the sexual urges that often arise unexpectedly and compulsively. He’s my hot boss who satisfies me with rawness. What I frequently feel is a crazy need to be filled by a cock.
Adam hurriedly puts a condom around his member and then sinks it into my pussy, pressing against my body.
"Mm, what a perfect cock. Faster!" I whisper, my voice sultry.
Before I learned to partially control my sexual impulses, I sought only to satisfy my desires with several different partners. I didn’t feel fulfilled because it took me a long time to admit I had compulsive sexual behavior.
Adam thrusts forcefully, and I arch my back to savor the sensation of his rough movements.
"Did I ever tell you your pussy is pure gold?" he asks as our bodies move in sync. My face hits the wall from the ferocity of his thrusts. His large hands squeeze my breasts, playing with my hardened nipples.
"Would you fuck with more passion if it really were gold?" I whisper, closing my eyes and wanting him to devour me piece by piece.
Adam covers my mouth and lightly grips my jaw, his entire body tightening with every faster, more delicious thrust. His breath becomes labored, his voice hoarse against my ear:
"Damn, what a tight pussy!" The stinging sensation accompanies the back-and-forth movements, but it drives me crazy, and all I want is for him never to stop.
Adam climaxes, overwhelmed with pleasure, while I let this feeling of satisfaction slowly consume me. Before I can pull away, he grabs me for a passionate kiss as I try to fix my wrinkled clothes.
"Get back to work, gorgeous!" His voice tickles my lips.
Adam grins mischievously, and as soon as I finish fixing my outfit, I return to the nightclub.
I return to the bar. The nightclub is brightly lit with fluorescent pink lights, creating a contrast of euphoria and excitement.
I look at the crowded space and see a tall man entering through the main door, flanked by several bodyguards. His beauty is overwhelming—almost infuriating! His gaze is powerful and violent. The grayish-blue tone of his eyes meets mine, sending a complete frenzy through my body. I analyze his broad, strong abdomen, square jawline, and perfectly groomed beard. He flaunts a completely black suit with a neatly aligned tie. His walk is sexy and commanding. My eyes trace every inch of his muscular and imposing frame. With heavy steps, he approaches the bar and stops in front of me.
I remain frozen as the man observes me with intrigue. His attention is fixed on my face, studying the details while the man beside him places an order.
"Good evening, could you bring us two glasses of whiskey, please?" His voice seems distant, almost inaudible.
How can a man with such an unforgettable gaze and an irresistibly attractive scent exist? From here, I can feel his aura of power and arrogance. The depth with which he stares at me reveals indiscretion and interest. I’ve never been a conventional girl drawn to nice guys, and this man before me certainly doesn’t seem to be one. I study his face curiously but quickly disguise my interest, diverting my gaze to the large bar.
The deep voice of the powerful man snaps me back to reality:
"Didn’t you hear me, girl?" he asks with arrogance.
I snap out of my trance, grab two glasses, pour the whiskey, and place them on the counter. Before I can leave the area, he grabs my wrist firmly, growling angrily,
"What’s your name, girl? I’ve never seen you here before!" His gaze is both scalding and curious. I exhale heavily and respond, shaken:
"My name is Tatyana."
Adam approaches and shakes hands firmly with the two men, interrupting the awkward moment.
"Just got back from your trip?" Adam exclaims, trying to make sense of my lack of reaction.
I disguise my embarrassment and quickly leave to serve a table. I jot down the orders on my phone, but my attention remains on them as they talk animatedly. The man, with his authoritative tone, questions Adam.
"Who’s the girl?" Adam looks surprised but answers quickly.
"She’s been working here for a month. Her father has a massive gambling debt, and she’s desperate to earn money to help him."
He keeps studying my body, as if searching for something. I shudder when I see him mutter a few inaudible words. My mind churns in agony, consumed by my growing curiosity.
"Why does he want to know more about me?" I wonder.
The man continues talking, but his eyes remain locked on mine. After their conversation, Adam approaches with a dissatisfied expression. He seems uneasy, running his hands nervously through his brown hair.
"Tatyana, that man is Samuel Colt. Something about you caught his attention."
"What does he do? I’ve never seen him here before," I ask, glancing toward where the man had been standing, only to find he’s gone.
"Let’s just say he’s one of the most influential magnates in Russia. I need you to come to my office immediately."
"Of course, no problem," I reply quickly.
I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of concern, and as I step through the door, the striking, unforgettable man is seated behind Adam’s desk.
"What’s he doing here? What does he want with me?" I think.
Samuel pulls a cigarette from his left pocket, lights it, and inhales slowly. His posture exudes sovereignty and power. I sit in a chair across from him, admiring his beauty as the smoke curls around his face. His expression is serious, and his voice is deep and firm:
"Here’s the deal. I’m Samuel Colt. I’ve heard your father has a huge gambling debt, probably at my brother’s casino?" Samuel looks at me intently, waiting for a response.
"I don’t know who owns it, but it’s definitely a casino!" I reply, trying to grasp the point of his question.
"John Colt, the guy who came in with me, owns it. There’s only one casino in the city. I need you, and I’ll pay off your father’s debt!" Samuel exhales the smoke nervously.
"I’m not an escort," I retort sharply, already guessing there’s a price to pay. The man lets out a small, sarcastic laugh and speaks with a mocking tone:
"I know you’re not, which is why I chose you! I need a beautiful woman to bear a child. Our arrangement will be strictly professional. You give me an heir, I’ll pay off your father’s debt, and I’ll give you a beautiful house to live in." His smile is artificial, and his self-confidence radiates as if he’s certain I’ll accept his offer.
"There are plenty of other women here besides me. Do you think it’s that simple? Why would you pay someone to have your child?" He remains silent for a few seconds before responding harshly and arrogantly:
"If another woman had caught my attention, I’d be talking to her right now. My wife can’t have children, and the rest of the details don’t concern you. I don’t see why this needs to be complicated."
"I can’t do that. I don’t know if I could have a child and leave it with you, never to see it again," I reply sharply, my face betraying my sadness. I could never do something like that.
His expression hardens at my response.
"If you don't agree, I'll have my brother kill your father, and the debt will be forgiven. Does that work for you?"
"Do you always do this? Intimidate people?" My cheeks burn with anger.
"Yes! Come on! From today on, you will no longer work and will stay at my house 24/7," Samuel responds, authoritative and confident.
"I won’t be trapped!" My voice comes out almost yelling in indignation.
"Who does this man think he is? Does he think he can force me to obey him?" I think to myself.
"The choice is yours. I gave you two options. What a pity I’ll have to kill your father! Goodbye!" He rises from the leather chair and walks out with heavy steps, while the despair and anguish of losing my father suffocate my throat.
I run after Samuel, rushing through the door, and grab his arm.
"Wait!" I say, breathless and desperate to stop him from leaving and fulfilling his threat.
"Take your hands off me," he says angrily, while I keep holding his arm. His merciless gaze destroys me little by little—not with fear but with curiosity.
"I accept your proposal! Just don’t hurt my father, please!" My voice trembles with emotion, tears welling up as Samuel grabs my wrist and drags me toward the nightclub entrance. As we approach the bar, he calls for his brother.
"Let’s go, John!"
John stands up, and I briefly analyze him. He wears a navy-blue suit, matching his serene expression.
Adam watches with sadness as I’m taken away to my new life. A massive lump forms in my throat as we silently bid farewell with a look.