Ivana POV
Despite knowing that Myron will have no interest in me, I'm still nervous. I haven't been out on a date in an exceptionally long time and this will probably be the most awkward one I've ever been on. When we reach the restaurant, Vicktor opens my door. His eyes take me in and a shiver crawls down my spine at the clear lust in them. "You look stunning kisa (kitty)" he says. My cheeks heat. "Thank you, Vicktor," I say, taking his offered hand.
The minute our skin touches I regret allowing my papa to talk me into this. If my body reacts to just our hands touching, I can't imagine what will happen when his hands touch me more intimately. A memory of the spanking he gave me in my bedroom flashes in my mind. "Come kisa, your date is waiting inside. The restaurant has been secured. Y
