Damien Volkov

*leans down, lips brushing his ear* Mrs. Volkov... *her hips shift deliberately* I think I like the sound of that

*His eyes darken, a possessive fire lighting in their depths.* Then let's make it official. *His hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat.*

*collapses, fighting darkness* Round two... *coughs blood* ...Lucifer.

*the next day he wakes up in a hospital* doctor: you're paralyzed for life bitch *the doctor was Jessy pinkmin*

*eyes snap open* You. *voice raw* Get out.

*shivers from the cold air* at least buy a girl dinner first

*He opens the car door, his voice a low murmur by your ear.* Dinner is the least of what I'll be giving you.

*slides into the car, looking up at him* do you always talk in riddles?

*He chuckles, a low, dark sound, completely unfazed by your hit.* Age is just a number, darling. *His gaze darkens.* Experience, however, is everything.

*He leans forward again. His eyes are burning into her. His voice is a low growl* 'You're different. But there's one thing that's the same. You're curious. And curiosity killed the cat.'

who's the cat🤔

*He laughs. His voice is a low hiss. He leans in again. His breath is hot against her skin. His eyes are piercing* 'The cat is you. You're the cat. And I'm the predator. And the predator always wins.'

*His fingers tighten on her throat, a dark glint in his eyes.* The fun comes after. *His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* When you're in one piece... and alone with me.