I was stolen by my family’s enemy. Now, I carry his baby.
Kidnapped. Trapped. Bound to the man I should fear the most.
I thought he took me as an act of war—a pawn to use, a lesson to teach.
But he didn’t take me for ransom. He took me to own me. To break me. To make me his.
Now, I wear his ring. I sleep in his bed. I obey his every ruthless command.
His touch is possessive, his grip unyielding, his words a dark promise I can’t escape.
His lips set fire to my skin, his hands teach me pleasure I never knew I could crave.
I know he is twice my age, my sworn enemy, and a monster.
But in the dark, I forget what’s right and let myself drown in him.
Still, I ran. I fought. I tried to escape him more times than I can count.
But he always found me. And each time, his punishment was darker, his touch rougher.
When my father finally comes to take me back, demanding my loyalty, I’ll have to decide—
Do I return to the life I once knew… or stay with the man who made me crave my captivity?
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?
