Thread: A Slav's American Beauty (Procyonix/Iridel)

Yuri smirked at her boldness. She was a smart girl, definitely. So he would treat her as such. Give her the respect he knew her father didn't give her, and likely as not, neither than her fiancee who was little more than a younger version of his father. Driven by their own appetites and needs, and the rest of the world be damned. And while he wasn't naive enough to think he was much different in that regard,. The difference was what he had to offer her. He would treat her as she was, an intelligent woman who wanted better than what she was looking at for the rest of her foreseeable life. That she met his own lust for her with curiosity only made him want to fuck her more. Shall we be frank with one another? No games, no bullshit? For the next ten minutes I promise to be honest with you if you do the same with me, deal? he offered her. Regardless if she played by the rules or not, he felt he would be able to detect falsehoods. He had after all survived all these years despite every turn against him being pushed. Not only survived, but prospered beyond his wildest dreams. Quite honestly, I know that while he would never admit it, you are very important to him. Not only as his only child of course, but the fact that you have been the model child to a man who doesn't deserve it. And of course, as trade goods to offer your fiancee for his support in the Senate. Do you want to be a lobbyist by spreading your legs for a man who will never love you? Never care about what you want or need? To be forced to buy more and more pot to be able to sleep at night? Is that what you want out of life? he hit her fast and hard with questions. Even though he knew the answer to each and every one of them already. Of course you don't, you're far too intelligent to waste your life something that you get zero out of. Money isn't something that will sway you any more than it would me, we both are rich beyond our needs, he confirmed for her. But I offer you something that they do not even know how to give you a choice. And while you may argue it's not much of a choice, if you think about it for a moment, its not nearly as one sided as it seems. First option you know, you reject my offer and go home to find your photo on the front page of the Post or the Times or both. You go to jail for a small sentence, and are disgraced in public, which would be enough to hurt your father and your fiancee, but not enough to cost either of them their elections. After all, if they weren't cold heartless bastards who would throw you under the bus for their own gains, we wouldn't be having this conversation. And quite honestly, I am not after his career. No. I want to destroy the man, utterly. I want him to know what it is like to be robbed of something precious by somebody who takes it for their own ends. He took ten years of my life to get elected to his first term in Congress. I want to pay him back in blood, and with interest. Pausing a moment, he told her, I want you. Not just tonight, but from now on. I want you to become mine, completely. In exchange what do I offer you for this most precious of prizes? I offer you the life style of a pampered woman. A man who will give you the affection and life you deserve. The world will be your oyster, as they say. Looking her in the eye, he smiled softly, Do you think you will get a better offer elsewhere?