Claimed

CHRISTIAN VICIOUS VOLKOV. 

The thing about wolves is they fight back when provoked. 

The thing about wolves is they take too when they are unprovoked. 

The thing about bunnies? They act all cute and fluffy on the outside but deep inside they are vile little creatures who eat their young. 

The woman in front of me might be a bunny in the cute retrospect but you look a little closer and you see her sins on her face. 

A liar. 

A coward. 

But most of all? 

A submissive and a dirty one at that. 

Her eyes say no every time I breathe her way but her body? 

It screams in the loudest way possible that she wants to be dominated, used and treated like a 

little slut. 

I would do that for her. Any time of the day if I wasn’t pissed about the Demetri situation. 

“Vol….Volkov-“, her voice whimpers as she squirms against the marble surface of my private office. 

An office different from the VIP one. 

An office where no one would hear her because the rooms are all soundproof. 

An office where it’s my darkness snuffing her flames of defiance out. 

Her hands are tied behind her back and her ankles are tied against the chairs next to her.. 

She moves if she answers every damn question correctly. 

She moves if I let her. 

“Why did you burn your dresses, Sunshine?” 

“Volkov.please-,” 

“That’s not an answer. No answer means we stay 

like this all night.” 

We stay like this all night till the alcohol in her body disappears from her bloodstream. 

I’m not letting her drunk horny ass out there to a bunch of assholes who would pounce on her without hesitation. 

I’m no saint but I’m no giver either when it comes to her. 

“1-1 was mad okay? I said I would handle…Brad and you ignored me and handled him in the 

He’s dead 

Innished him off 

I chuch the dress that! tists smuting it, while 

anure of hers lying on my deak 

And that pussy. 

Pretty 

Pink 

Cleaning with juices. 

“P–please“, she begs. 

Nothing like a little mouse in hear who has no clue about how to end the torture and clandestine want streaming her body like a fix 

“Why do you work for Demetri?” 

The change in the atmosphere does everything to confirm my suspicions. 

“I work…fo..for you.” 

“Bullshit. Legs wider. Don’t hide what’s mine 

from me.” 

Breathless, dripping, she whimpers. 

“Okay,” 

worst way possible.” 

“He’s dead.” 

I finished him off. 

I clutch the dress that I ripped off her body in my 

fists sniffing it, while my eyes go over every naked. feature of hers lying on my desk.. 

And that pussy. 

Pretty. 

Pink. 

Fat. 

Gleaning with juices. 

“P–please“, she begs. 

Nothing like a little mouse in heat who has not 

clue about how to end the torture and clandestine 

want streaming her body like a fix. 

“Why do you work for Demetri?” 

The change in the atmosphere does everything to 

confirm my suspicions. 

“I work…fo..for you.” 

“Bullshit. Legs wider. Don’t hide what’s mine. 

from me.” 

Breathless, dripping, she whimpers, 

“Okay.” 

3/6 

Setting 

1545 

“What do you want Alexia?” 

Because I sure as hell want to get behind you and take you six ways to Sunday, 

“My own cl…clinic. A few normal friends. To pick up coffee from a cafe while I head to work…to be normal.” 

Unpredictable. 

I scoff. 

“What do you want right now, Little Nurse?” 

“R–Right now? You…to fuck me.” 

“Tough luck. I don’t fuck my servants. Stand up straight, we are getting you home.” 

She stands up. 

Her baby blues look at me and well with tears. 

“You destroyed my dress.” 

“We’ll get new ones. I’ll fireproof them myself.” 

“I don’t want dresses.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I want you.” 

“That’s the alcohol talking. One cup of coffee to sober you up and you’ll wish you never asked me to fuck you.” 

“No I won’t.” 

“Agree to disagree. Come here, little Nurse.” C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

She wobbles in her heels walking straight to me like a kid learning how to walk for the first time. 

When she reaches where I’m standing, the minx interlocks her hands around my torso, her face, her body, everything of hers too close. 

“I’m not too drunk. I had one glass. Uno. Just one. I want you.” 

No you don’t. 

Can’t tell her that because my dick is too hard to 

want to believe the statement. 

“Did the nurse arrive home safe? I saw you taking 

her out back.” 

“I need you to get her a clinic near a coffee shop. Big enough to go under the radar with cops, legal enough to let our men get fixed over there without raising questions. Buy her new friends to work with her at the clinic.” 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

Maximo’s surprised voice resonates from the other end of the line. 

I cut the call. 

I’ll explain later. 

A clinic away from my house and in the city is the 

t 

perfect bait for Rhett. 

The fucker wouldn’t step anywhere near my 

mansion whether his woman and child are in said 

mansion or not. 

But if they were in a clinic. Far from my mansion, in the city, Rhett would show up. 

Simply killing two birds with one stone. 

Give the little Nurse her wishes. 

And smoke out a rat from its hiding spot.