Claim Me

I was his obsession. Now I’m his completely.
His breath is hot on my bare skin. His eyes rove over every inch of me as his muscled body looms over mine, pinning me helplessly to the bed. When his teeth bite down where he knows it will get my attention the most, I fight to keep from giving him the satisfaction of screaming.
Or coming.
But the man about to ravage me brutally isn’t some crazed stalker. At least not tonight.
Kazimir Dmitriyev is a Russian mafia boss who chased me down, spanked me for running, and then dragged me back home still red-assed and soaking wet so he could keep me captive there.
He says it’s because he vowed to protect me. But we both know he’s decided to claim me.