๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ค๐๐ซ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ. ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐โ๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐.
My rules for surviving Vegas were simple: Stay invisible. And never look a Bratva boss in the eyes.
(In my defenseโฆ nobody warned me Dmitri Golovin would be this distracting.)
Six feet of lethal sin in a leather jacket.
A filthy mouth, gray eyes, and hands that look built for ruining women.
When a gunfight broke out, I saw a murder I shouldnโt have.
Dmitri killed the gunman, grabbed my waist, and dragged me straight to his penthouse.
To the world, Iโm his captive. To keep rivals from putting a bullet in my head? He made a wild gamble.
He forced his ring onto my finger.
An arranged marriage. Because in his world, a Bratva wife is untouchable.
He thinks Iโm just an innocent, curvy little bird in his cage.
He locks me in his bed, pressing his huge, calloused body against mine until I can barely breathe.
And every time his filthy lips whisper dirty promises against my throatโฆ my body helplessly betrays me.
I melt. I tremble. I ache for more of his dangerous touch.
Heโs right about my body. But heโs dead wrong if he thinks Iโm quiet.
Rivals want me dead. A traitor is trying to tear us apart.
They have no idea that my possessive new husband will burn all of Vegas to the ground just to keep me in his bed.
What to expect:
Bratva Security Chief x Curvy Virgin Hostess โ Forced Marriage / Arranged Marriage โ High Spice / High Heat โ Enemies to Lovers โ Age Gap โ Hostage / Forced Proximity โ Touch Her And Die Alpha โ Vegas Underground Empire