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rvices, the least I expect is for that person to fulfill their part of the deal. Evading responsibility is like asking for death. O

iness. No matter how much capital was injected, he would still manage to ruin everything - was sent to hell, and in the end, he simply thought t

im, it was no different. A natural gambler, or rather, a born loser like him, wasn't someone I

uld take. And if she was as beautiful in real life as she was in the picture - I hadn't seen her myself, as I was busy, but Ivan assured

as addicted to it, in fact. When he found out I had one in my hands, he made the highest bid. I confirmed she must be

er locked up forever, of course. Once the debt was paid, she would be set free, and what she did with her lif

s stunned. I had never seen anyone so beautiful in my life. She... how could I put it into words? It wasn't just the wonderful features of her face and what I could see o

zing with anger. I loved watching how she fought with Ivan. She was a tigress! Her full breasts were spilling out of the dress, Ivan's hand was on her waist, but the

had to force a woman, though, after the first time, few wanted to continue with me. Excep

way from Irina, I

me. I'll work

she accepted everything in bed, no matter how rough I was, she always asked for more. But she was clingy. And whiny. Something I hated

nails along my neck. Normally, that would turn me on instantly, which would have m

she quickly changed her attitude, agreeing and low

oft, her skin so beautiful, begging to be caressed. When she asked me what the job was, I couldn't help but smile. I

rnal desire. As soon as I got tired of her, I would send her back to the brothel. Her father still owed me. Shit, I would have to 'pay

nge of expression in her eyes. Irina trembled her lips, she was scared, but I

hat she was strong was like a feast for me, delicious. The stronger t

over her lips and hmmm, I wanted to do the same. Full, swollen lips. My imaginatio

pity the way she l

e as payment

furrowing her brow, completely confu

my name. I had to

ose wrinkle slightly. She probably d

ed, sir... boss," she said th

e accepting the deal, I thought she'd know. It wasn't uncommon for rich girls to exploit thei

she looked away almost comically. She was embarrassed, which meant she probably looked at something

pressing her lips together, and I noticed she was

ct that I was listening to her with opening the deal for discussion. Since I inherited the business at 16 af

lance. By instinct, I think, I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her toward me to prevent h

she lifted her face, so close to mine. Her green eyes were clear, and her pupils w