Cruel Russian King

I stalk her relentlessly and marry her, because she belongs to ME alone.
I’m the Bratva Pakhan, and I’m consumed by rage at her family.
Fifteen years younger than me, she becomes my sweet, innocent target.
I stalk her obsessively and kidnap her when she’s most vulnerable.
And then I marry her and knock her up with my Bratva heir.
I would have preferred a more elegant approach over a simple abduction.
But I always knew this moment was inevitable.
She may not know it, but our story began a while ago.
She simply needs to realize that I’m perfect for her.
She simply needs to realize that she’s mine, no matter who her family is.
I possess her sweet voice as she cries out my name.
I possess her desperate body as she tries to escape.
I possess her restless curves as her belly grows with my child.
Bratva Pakhans always get what they want.
And I want her.
She’s MINE.