I ran from my wedding. Then the groom hunted me down. So I made a vow: he could claim my body… But he would never earn my heart. My father traded me in a marriage built on blood and deceit.
Liev Demsky. I met him only once before. Nearly twice my age. Cold eyes. Controlled violence. The man they just crowned king. I walk into a cathedral expecting to witness a deal.
Instead, I find a priest, a wedding dress, and a contract with my name on it. So I run. Big mistake. He finds me before nightfall. Corners me. Touches me like he already owns me.
“I’ll f*ck you so hard, you’ll be begging to marry me.” The more I defy him, the tighter he closes in. The more I resist… the more he pleasures me into submission. I should have walked away.
But enemies circle. Blood is shed. And I’m carrying his heir. Should I tell the most dangerous man in the Bratva he’s going to be a father… And lose my freedom forever?
Because if he finds out— He’ll never let me leave. And I’m not sure I want him to.
