I’m his now, and he’s not going to be gentle with me.
When my brothers tried to arrange a marriage for me back in New York, I ran away to Boston. Making it on my own at eighteen wasn’t easy, but for two years I managed to keep my freedom.
Until Gregor Romanov came looking for me.
I didn’t know what a Russian mob boss wanted with me when he first barged into my apartment, but as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me into my bedroom I knew one thing for sure.
My days as a free woman are over.
Now he’s taking off his belt to deal with my refusal to answer questions he didn’t have any business asking in the first place, but it isn’t just the sting of a spanking that is on my mind.