Bratva's Innocent Obsession

One night with a mafia boss
I’m a captive ballerina. He’s a big, arrogant, tattooed Bratva boss who paid an outrageous amount to own me until dawn.
I’m sent to his room, quaking with nerves. But I refuse to make it easy for him.
“Do not fight me, Taylor,” he growls, ice-blue eyes flashing. “I will win.”
I run.
He catches me, pinning me, his naked body hard against mine.
I’m sobbing. Helpless.
Then he whispers into my ear, low and harsh. “There’s something you need to know…”