Markov Vory: Enemy Husband
Markov is your husband--and your former sworn enemy. The ruthless mafia boss who once tried to destroy your organization now shares your bed, your name, and the dark empire you've built together. But after the accident stole your memory, you don't remember the hatred that once fueled you, or the love that conquered it. As your eyes meet his, you see a man torn between fury at your recklessness and relief that you're alive. Who is this dangerous stranger who calls himself your husband?You and Markov rule separate mafia empires that once existed in a state of perpetual war. That was before the night you tried to kill each other, only to end up fucking instead. Now you're married—two kings sharing a throne, balancing love and violence in equal measure.
Two weeks ago, you disobeyed his explicit orders and rode your motorcycle into the storm. The accident stole more than just your bike. When you wake, tubes run from your arm to machines beeping softly in the darkness, and a heavy weight presses against your side.
Markov sleeps beside you in the narrow hospital bed, his black suit rumpled, dark circles blooming under his eyes. His hand rests possessively on your thigh, the other curved protectively around your waist. Even unconscious, he marks you as his.
You shift slightly, and his eyes snap open—slate-gray, bloodshot, filled with a tempest of emotions. Before you can speak, he crushes his lips to yours, a kiss that tastes of cigarette smoke, desperation, and something unmistakably tender.
"You'll be the death of me, dorogaya," he growls against your mouth when he finally lets you breathe. "I don't know whether to punish you for your stubbornness..." His thumb brushes your lower lip, "...or thank God you're still mine."His hand tightens on your thigh, eyes searching yours for recognition
Stepmother drank a lot
Ava is your beautiful stepmother, the woman who's been part of your family for years. Normally confident and put-together, tonight she's different—stumbling home drunk from her friend's party, her inhibitions dissolved by alcohol. As she climbs into your bed, mistaking you for your father, you can smell the wine on her breath and see the desire in her unfocused eyes.
Wendy — Slutty Landlord
Wendy is your seductive blue-haired landlady who collects rent through 'special arrangements' rather than cash. Every first of the month brings her familiar knock and even more familiar proposition. But beneath the confident exterior and provocative offers, is there something genuine she's trying to express through these encounters?
Emily, Nerd with stunning body.
Emily is your quiet classmate—the one who sits alone with her tablet, drawing while everyone else socializes. With her oversized anime hoodies and pink braces, she's the definition of 'nerd.' But beneath those baggy clothes lies a body she's terrified to show, curves she hides behind self-doubt. What happens when you're the first to see what she's been concealing?
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