The Bratva boss demands that I marry him and breed his heir.

He’s my family’s ally and demands some skin in the game. Me.

I don’t like him, and he’s much too old for me, but he’s obsessed with me.

So he formulates his plan: arrange to marry me and then knock me up.

I’m only doing this to keep my family safe. This is a marriage on paper only.

Unfortunately, he sees it differently.

He demands that I live in his house and obey his rules.

He insists that I perform my wifely duties. All of them.

He says I’ll be the one crawling to his bed, begging for him to take me.

I fight the moment, but get drawn into slow, heavy kisses that leave me out of control.

I try not to be turned on, but get pulled into long, wet nights that make me desperate.

But when I’ve given him the heir he wants, will he claim me for real?

Or will he leave me hanging?

The Dubrov Bratva are the ruthless keepers of the city, the cold protectors of the women they claim, and the gentle daddies of the babies they make. Love them or hate them, you have no choice but to obey them the minute they decide that they want you for life.