Sexting the Bratva Beast

“I want him to ruin me on every surface of this hospital—and then brood about it after.”

One text. Sent to my best friend.
And somehow, the most dangerous man in New York saw it.
Andrej Ivanov: 90% scowl, 10% silent daddy energy, 100% walking red flag.
He wasn’t supposed to see it. But he did.
He didn’t confront me.
He just started hunting.
Watching me. Following me. Claiming me with his eyes like he already owned me.
Then I found out my best friend isn’t just rich—she’s a mafia princess.
And Andrej’s family? The same monsters who destroyed mine.
The day I became a target, he became my only protection.
He dragged me to Russia. Locked me in his fortress.
Said the only way to keep me alive under Bratva law was to marry him.
He swears it’s just for safety.
But his hands don’t touch me like it’s fake.
His mouth doesn’t kiss me like it’s a lie.
And when he whispers my name in Russian, I forget what survival means.
Now I’m Mrs. Ivanov.
Carrying his child.
And trapped in a game where loving him could kill me—
but leaving him isn’t an option.

This Christmas, the only thing wrapped in red is me.