The moment she opened those gorgeous red lips to tell me no， she was mine。
I was a powerful Russian arms dealer and she was an innocent schoolteacher。
If she had a choice， she’d run as far away from me as possible。
Unfortunately for her， I wasn’t giving her one。
I wasn’t just going to take her; I was going to take over her entire world。
Where she lived。
What she ate。
Where she worked。
All would be under my control。
Call it obsession。
Call it depravity。
I don’t give a damn… as long as you call her mine。