Frederico Grey Volkov
There are very few things left in this world capable of surprising me.
At fifty-three, I had long since grown tired of human predictability. Yet the moment I stepped into the sitting room of the suite and saw *her*, genuine surprise hit me like a blade between the ribs.
The woman from last night.
The broken, tear-streaked beauty who had begged me to f**k the pain out of her. The one who had ridden my c**k like she was trying to forget the entire world, moaning “harder, Daddy” while her nails carved marks into my shoulders.
And now she was standing in my suite, pale as death, staring at me like I was the devil himself.
Because I was.
Or at least… I was about to become something far worse to her.
“Liliana, baby,” Alex said nervously, his hand hovering near her l
