I was kidnapped by a bratva monster, now I wear his name like a shackle around my throat. He’s ruthless, sharp as a knife, and twice my age.
One wrong step and now I’m his problem—and he doesn’t believe in mercy. He drags me into his world of guns, blood, and cold Russian commands.
I thought I knew fear—until he looked at me like I was both prey and prize. He chains me with vows and punishes me for breathing wrong. I hate him. I fight him. I want to destroy him.
But under his cruel gaze, my body forgets the war.
I used to dream of freedom. Now I dream in his bed, under his hands, moaning his name. His hands are never gentle—but they know every way to make me beg.
I pull away and he smiles—like he loves the chase almost as much as the capture. Will I be free or will the cold Bratva enforcer make me his forever prisoner?
