Kidnapped by the Russian Bratva

I accidentally slept with the enemy. And now he’s stalking me obsessively.
I lost my V-card to a complete stranger. Or so I thought.
The next day, I find out he’s my brothers’ worst Bratva enemy. And I’m screwed.
Because he’s obsessed enough to kidnap me and force me into marriage.

I’ve been kept hidden by my brothers. Nobody knows who I really am. But he finds out.
I tell him that our families are enemies, that we are strictly forbidden. But he doesn’t care.
He kisses my temple as he plunges the needle with the sedative into my neck.
The last thing I remember is his hard body against mine, his dark cologne in my nostrils.

When I wake up, he’s already forced me into marriage.
I fight, but he bundles my wrists in his big hand.
He could snap my neck, but instead he kisses me.
And I fall into it, my body responding to his helplessly.

Will my forced husband keep me tied here forever?

The Yuri Bratva is ruthless in every way. They will kill for their brides, own their bodies, and ruin their hearts for only one thing: The true love that only a bad, bossy Russian can give you.