I met him in a university library. I should’ve walked away. I should’ve never looked twice.
Demyon Tarasov doesn’t make mistakes. Bratva strategist. Professional torturer. A man who breaks minds for a living.
I saw who he really was. And instead of killing me— he claimed me.
He keeps me close under the lie of protection. Watches me like I belong to him. Controls me with silence, intellect, and fear.
I hate him. I resist him. And somehow, I end up in his bed.
Then I get pregnant.
And the monster loses control.
Enemies close in. I’m taken. And Demyon burns everything to get me back.
I was meant to be collateral. Not his weakness. Not his obsession.
But once the Bratva decides you’re theirs, escape isn’t an option—
and neither is surviving his love.
