He says I'm off-limits. His hands say something else entirely.
Konstantin Volkov is older. Dangerous. My sister's brother-in-law and the Bratva's most loyal soldier. Everything I shouldn't want.
He keeps his distance. Calls me little one. Watches me like I'm something fragile he's afraid to break.
So I push. I provoke. I ask him to teach me self-defense just to feel his hands on my body. And when I finally crack his control, when he pins me against a wall and kisses me like he's been starving, I realize I've started something neither of us can stop.
He says I'm too young. Too innocent. That he's done things that should make me run. But I'm tired of being protected. Managed. Good.
Kostya makes me want to be ruined. And I think he's finally ready to do the honors.
Tropes: forbidden age gap • innocent/experienced • obsessive protector • touch her and die • innocent heroine
Konstantin Volkov is older. Dangerous. My sister's brother-in-law and the Bratva's most loyal soldier. Everything I shouldn't want.
He keeps his distance. Calls me little one. Watches me like I'm something fragile he's afraid to break.
So I push. I provoke. I ask him to teach me self-defense just to feel his hands on my body. And when I finally crack his control, when he pins me against a wall and kisses me like he's been starving, I realize I've started something neither of us can stop.
He says I'm too young. Too innocent. That he's done things that should make me run. But I'm tired of being protected. Managed. Good.
Kostya makes me want to be ruined. And I think he's finally ready to do the honors.
Tropes: forbidden age gap • innocent/experienced • obsessive protector • touch her and die • innocent heroine