I’m a forced Bratva bride…and a pregnant one too.

I’m just a college student focused on her psychology major.

Until I walk into a mafia shootout…and a much older Bratva guy takes me hostage.

Until he forces me to marry him, takes my virginity…and knocks me up as a bonus.

I’m a rule follower who enjoys the occasional little thrill. Going to the casino was a little thrill.

But then my friend and I get caught in a mafia war and she gets kidnapped.

Meanwhile the Bratva enforcer incapacitates me, drags me off, and locks me into his penthouse.

There, he explains to me that I have to be his bride in order to get my friend back.

He tells me what to wear, teaches me lessons, and says he likes me wild.

He corrects my posture, explores my body, and carries me upstairs bridal style.

I shouldn’t want to give myself to him, but my body begs him to take my innocence.

I shouldn’t want him to touch my curves, but my belly is growing with his baby.

Can the ruthless Bratva be the baby daddy I want him to be?

I accidentally let the Bratva take my innocence…the next day I find out I’m his new therapist.

I’m a psychologist fresh out of college. Nervous before seeing my first client, I go to a bar.

That’s where I meet a hot, much older stranger. He doesn’t speak but takes my virginity.

And when I walk into the office the next day…it turns out my first client is him.

He hasn’t spoken since childhood trauma almost got him killed.

But he isn’t interested in getting “fixed” and speaks in other ways.

His mercenary exterior has people scared the minute they see him.

The bleeding rose on his shoulder symbolizes the blood that stains his hands.

Relationships between therapists and clients are strictly forbidden. I know this.

But his tongue burns my body, leaving me confused and wanting.

His arms trap me against his chest, leaving me with no place to escape to.

He possesses my desperate body and holds my heart in his calloused hands. Will he break it?

Or will the Bratva claim it whole?

I was forced to marry the Bratva to settle my family's debts.

A much older Russian burst into my student apartment and lay down the law.

I am the payment that he's owed, whether I come willingly or not.

I am the plus-size virgin he wants to claim, whether I like it or not.

I thought I'd escaped a lifetime of abuse by going off to med school.

But then the Bratva came to take me for their own purposes.

His impeccable suit hides the raw ruthlessness he's capable of.

His ice cold eyes betray the venom he'll poison me with.

He locks me in his room and commands me to shower.

My trembling curves show him how embarrassingly innocent I am.

He tears through my armor and says that no one but him will touch me.

He breaks down my protection and says that he'll heal what he's broken.

Will he ever free me from his prison?

A Bratva psycho is obsessed with claiming my curves, even though it's forbidden.

He's much older than me, and he wants revenge for what my family has done to his.

So he blindfolds and binds me, and drags me to his isolated mountain cabin.

And there, his psychotic rage builds until my innocent body is no longer safe.

He's skilled with needles and knives, like a butcher in a meat market.

He carves up his victims for fun, as pieces of art.

I'm usually strong and fiery, but I'm trapped with a beast and must wait it out.

And if I thought I'd get out unharmed, I was sorely mistaken.

He pins me against tree trunks, and ties my body to his.

His games morph into tense silences that only he can break.

There is no today when he plays me so thoroughly that I collapse.

There is no tomorrow when he possesses my exhausted curves and makes them swell.

Can I submit to a Bratva psycho?

The Bratva King saw me, forced me to marry him, and got me pregnant.

He wanted to kidnap me for ransom, then changed his mind.

Instead, he decides he wants me for himself, even though he's much older than me.

And when I fight him on it, he handcuffs me and drags me straight to the bedroom.

I'm used to abuse and loneliness. They're my life companions.

But I didn't exactly plan for the Bratva King to take my future from me.

He tells me I need to act like his wife and learn the ropes quickly.

He shows me that fighting him is useless and overpowers me completely.

Every time I try to get out of the handcuffs, he deliberately pulls me closer.

After hours of fighting, I'm too exhausted to resist my body's cravings.

After days of denying me, he tells me he wants me to beg.

But when I wake up with my body aching and my belly swelling, will he betray me?

Or will the ruthless Bratva King finally break down my defenses?

A brutal Bratva guy marched into my office and forced me to marry him for revenge.

I was putting in overtime to make a good impression, when a much older kidnapper took me.

He thinks I'm his rival's daughter and wants to torture me by forcing me into marriage.

But when he finds out he got the wrong girl and I'm innocent, he decides to keep me anyway…

I'm a college student doing my first internship. I've only ever seen gang wars in movies.

Until a cruel, ruthless Russian storms in and gags me.

His plan is to capture me and torture me for the rest of my life.

And the most effective way to do that is to drag me straight to the altar and then to his bed.

He locks me in because he needs to keep a close eye on me.

When I get defensive, he snaps and shows me who is the boss.

But real torture is the slow game he plays with me when I'm helpless in his bed.

Real torture is having to see his cruelty up close and not being able to do anything against it.

How much longer until the Bratva breaks me?

He paid to have me as his bride. Now he wants me to carry his baby as well.

I was trying to drown my misery at the bar when I ran into a much older stranger.

He said he'd make all of my family's problems vanish immediately.

All I have to do is marry him and become his Bratva bride…

I gave up everything for my family's small business. Now it's about to go bankrupt.

There is only one way to save it: Marry the Bratva. Become his unwilling wife.

Of course I say no, of course I run from him.

But he knows I don't have a choice. He knows I'm forced to accept his terms.

I didn't know anything about the Bratva, but he teaches me.

He watches me in his bathtub until the bubbles pop.

He teases me about my innocence until I'm exhausted by the fight inside of me.

I struggle against him until my body gives itself over.

Can the Bratva heal my scars?