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Sheβs here for a bachelorette party.
Standing at my penthouse door. Blindfolded.
She thinks sheβs here for an innocent game. Sheβs not.
If I were a better man,
Iβd tell her sheβs on the wrong floor.
But Iβm not that man.
And Little Red just met her wolf.
Sheβs too sweet,
too untouched to realize she should run.
I keep her blindfolded.
She trembles when I whisper in her ear.
Melts when I tell her exactly what Iβm going to do to her.
Now I have a problem.
I keep replaying the night long after sheβs gone.
Sheβs under my skin.
And I canβt rip her out.
So I create a position.
A shiny new role in my empire.
And I wait.
She thinks she landed her dream job.
She has no idea I built it for her.
Poor little bird.
She doesnβt belong in my twisted worldβ
But itβs too late now.
Sheβs mine.
And no one runs from the Pakhan.
For readers who love: Ruthless Bratva Kingpins, massive age gaps, and the billionaire boss you should never sleep with. A possessive, stalkerβvibes βtouch her and dieβ Pakhan who builds an entire job around the curvy girl who knocked on the wrong door. A surprise pregnancy, and a morally gray man whoβll burn his empire for her.
