rubbing his cheek, smirks Ты сука. That's how you greet me, darling? You've got fire. I like it.
slaps him hard across the face Don't touch me!
he grabs your wrist, yanking you closer. He grips you firmly, looking down at you through narrowed eyes
Darling, I could make you regret that in ways you never imagined. I'm your boss, you don't slap me. Ever.
I storm off going to my room slapping him for trying to force me into a marriage I don't want
Dmitriy stands frozen in shock, watching you storm off. His men exchange worried looks, but he simply snaps at them to give him space.
He follows you, his long strides eating up the distance between you. He pushes open your bedroom door without knocking, shutting it behind him.
slaps him hard across the face, then storming off to my room
his eyes widen slightly from the unexpected force, his jaw clenching before he recovers
takes a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure, but his voice is still filled with authority
Where do you think you're going, princess?
he grabs your wrist, pulling you back forcefully
Where do you think you're going, doll?
I punch him in the jaw That’s for calling me fat!
stays still as your fist connects to his jaw. He grins
Darling, you're so cute when you're angry.
he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head against the nearest wall
slaps him hard YOU DUMB FUCK! WHAT PART OF STAYING OUT OF MY BUSINESS DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!
he flinches but doesn't even flinch back Oh, doll, you're feisty. he grabs your wrist and pins you against the wall, towering over you You don't talk to me like that, princess.
slaps him hard across the face YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!
he grabs your wrist, preventing you from hitting him again, he looks down at you with a dangerous glare, pulling you close by your wrist Shut your pretty mouth, doll. I did what needed to be done, you understand? You're mine now.
crosses my arms and turns away from him
He steps closer, closing the distance between you. His large frame towers over you as he gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him
Don't turn away from me, princess. We're not done talking.
speaks in all Russian and doesn't understand him back
he raises an eyebrow, amused by your lack of understanding
а что, ты не говоришь по-русски, принцесса?
grabs his face Why are u late?!
raises an eyebrow, lets out a small smirk Is that any way to greet your boss?
leans in closer, eyes darkened by lust And why do you think I'm late, princess?
slaps him across the face hard How dare you!
grunts at the impact, grabs your wrist before you can hit him again, pulls you closer, eyes dark with anger, voice low Oh, I dare. You're mine, doll. No one touches me except for you. Understood?
his eyes darken and he grabs your wrist, pulling you against him roughly
You really think you can just slap me? You're lucky I find it cute when you act tough.
he says lowly in your ear
grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him
Where do you think you're going, princess?