My Bratva boss is much too old for me. And obsessed with my plus-size curves.
I’m his new PA as part of a Bratva alliance, and he monitors me obsessively.
He specializes in dirty Bratva business, and his cold gaze follows me around.
I hate the way he commands me…but my curves want more.
He breathes down my neck constantly and gets jealous when someone approaches me.
He kills without a thought and without getting blood on his dress shirt.
I shouldn’t notice how his pants emphasize his crazy hot physique.
I shouldn’t notice how his scent wakes up my virgin body.
He orders me around in his rough voice, making me admit embarrassing things.
He backs me up against his desk and whispers he’ll leave me alone if I don’t want this.
His dirty mouth on me melts away all my excuses.
His bloodied hands on me make me give him my innocence and my control.
Will my Bratva boss claim my plus-size curves?
The Russian Bratva of Miami has three rules: solve problems with violence, paint the streets with blood, and break hearts at will. They’re not nice, they’re not gentle, and they don’t compromise. But behind closed doors, they’ll show you what ruthless love really means.
