My grandfather signed my life away to a Bratva beast. A man nearly double my age who thrives on blood.
The contract is simple: my submission by day, my virgin body by night.A lethal enforcer who bought my freedom and replaced it with a cage.
Will I survive the cruel touch of the man who owns me, or will his ruthless obsession ruin me forever?
I was a student with a future. Now, I am a debt payment in a silk blouse. I’m organizing his blood-stained files when the door locks. My boss steps into the shadows— and my breath hitches.
Artur Tarasov. A strategist with ice in his veins and a scar that marks his sins.
He didn’t want a bride. He wanted a pawn. He’s thirty-nine.
I’m twenty-one. A killer who finds beauty only in ruin.
He tracks my curves with a predatory hunger that feels like a threat.
No mercy. No escape. He is obsessed with control, and I am the only variable he hasn't broken.
I’m his property in the boardroom. His captive at the altar. His dark obsession forever.
In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiseled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
The contract is simple: my submission by day, my virgin body by night.A lethal enforcer who bought my freedom and replaced it with a cage.
Will I survive the cruel touch of the man who owns me, or will his ruthless obsession ruin me forever?
I was a student with a future. Now, I am a debt payment in a silk blouse. I’m organizing his blood-stained files when the door locks. My boss steps into the shadows— and my breath hitches.
Artur Tarasov. A strategist with ice in his veins and a scar that marks his sins.
He didn’t want a bride. He wanted a pawn. He’s thirty-nine.
I’m twenty-one. A killer who finds beauty only in ruin.
He tracks my curves with a predatory hunger that feels like a threat.
No mercy. No escape. He is obsessed with control, and I am the only variable he hasn't broken.
I’m his property in the boardroom. His captive at the altar. His dark obsession forever.
In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiseled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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