She was a delicate, lovely girl from one of the wealthiest merchant families, and he was the mafia king of the biggest Russian gang in the US.

She knew him, and she knew some of her father's monkey business was being led by him behind the scenes.

What a handsome boy! she thought as she blinked her big bright eyes and looked at the boy in front of her. The boy looked only about 20 years old.

That was the first time they met, she was a little girl at that time, and she greeted the young man with good manners.

"Vivi, say hello to Uncle Viktor."

"Hello~ Uncle Viktor!"

She was wearing a beautiful tutu dress, with her blonde hair tied up with a bowknot, pretty like a Disney princess.

She stared curiously at his hand, which was exposed under the cuffs of his suit. There was a ring-like tattoo on his hand, a strange shape, a strange symbol.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch his hand: "Woah, flowers~"

And he let her grasp and look and reached out to touch her hair, causing her to let out a small giggle.

Little did she know at the time how scary, dangerous, and how seductive this handsome young man would become.

The second time they met, she was a teenage girl still with baby fat on her cheek, with emerging curves on her body.

He, on the other hand, was already a mature man, evil, wild, and handsome.

His aura was so oppressive that she, a sassy princess, did not dare to speak up.

Looking at him, she mumbled: "Hello, Uncle Viktor."

She lowered her eyes and stared at his hand. She already knew how these interesting tattoos were painted by needles, and just thinking about it made her teeth sore.

There were several more tattoos than before.

In addition to the previous ring-like tattoos, there were several new tattoos on the backs of the hands and fingers. God, that must be painful!

"Does it hurt?" She couldn't help but want to touch it, but she was glared at by the strong bodyguard beside him.

She then ran away in fear.

He smiled like an elder who tolerated a capricious child.

And she was, looking at him, she felt like a window opened in her world.

She had never seen such a domineering man in her classmates and older men in the family.

Despite being a giant in the financial world, her father always carried a smooth and evasive expression that businessmen always have.

The majority of her father's social circle was also such people.

Unlike the man's undisguised sharp dominance, that tough, bloody, straightforward pervasive aura.

She was afraid, but her eyes continued to sneakily follow his figure.

He was a guest in her house at the time, and she could see his room via her bedroom window.

She saw him pressing a beautiful model against the french window and fucking her hard.

It was a world-famous model, worked for the Victoria's Secret, and now endorsed various top brands.

It was a beauty hair to toe.

The perky breast, slender waist, and long legs. Those long legs were parted by him...

Her father was a wealthy businessman who was also an old playboy, and it's not that she hadn't seen such scenes before.

Even her friends and rich kids from other big families all live their life like this.

But he blended force and beauty, bulging muscles, and fierce movements make her mouth dry.

She was wet, in her dark bedroom, she looked at the man's body in motion, not daring to breathe.

He was tall and big, even the tall model wearing red high heels looked petite for him.

He lifted his muscular arms and casually wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Sweat dripped from his blonde hairtails, down his forehead, across his perfect jawline, and the neck with bulging veins.

Finally, it slided into the cross tattoo on his chest, sexy and attractive.

His muscles were not very evenly proportioned but were the kind that was practiced via real battle.

She stared at him with round eyes, and he suddenly picked up the female model, and put her high, back against the window.

As if he knew someone was watching, he pulled the woman's legs wider apart and folded them into an "M" shape, there were bright lights in his room, shining on them, on their dripping lust.

Secretly gasping, she could not help but imagine herself being penetrated by him.

She clenched her legs and for the first time, she felt the desire to be a woman.