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“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.” * My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me “stepsister.” But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It’s anything but brotherly. There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don’t know what they are. But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape. Because whatever they are… I crave it. And once they claim me, there’s no coming back. One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular… One… * AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…

Imagine being forced to marry your father’s enemy and bam! He turns out to be your lost lover and the father of your secret baby...   That was exactly Anya Sokolov; 21 years old daughter of a corrupt Russian politician; educated, sharp-tongued, but emotionally neglected.   When her father struck a deadly deal with the Russian Bratva, she became collateral, an unwilling bride for the Vetrov family heir. But Anya had no idea that the groom was 38 years old Nikolia Vetrov, a man she despised and yet longed to see again.   Four years earlier, he had saved her life. And while she was under his protection, she fell for him. They shared a night of passion, but after that he disappeared, abandoned her, and that was when her hatred for him began.   It would have been easier to forget him if she didn’t turn up pregnant weeks later. To protect the future of her unborn child, she kept his existence a secret, even from her own family.   But now he was back, with a Bratva ring, a deadly proposal, and eyes that burned like sin.   To save her father’s empire, she must marry the man who ruined her. The devil with silver hair; He was cold, ruthless and unforgiving.   And when he discovers the child she swore to protect from his world… all hell will break loose.   What happens when the man she should hate becomes the only one who ever truly saw her? And she in turn became his one true obsession.

Tavisha Khushanov is a spoiled, protected third-generation Russian/American Bratva Princess. Whatever the Princess wanted, she was given by the hard, muscled men of her father's Bratva. He is the Pakhan, their Leader; his word is law, and he administers it brutally. It's a small, tight community set in the heart of Houston, Texas. Outsiders are not welcome and actively discouraged. Killian O'Hara is a third-generation Irish/American, the leader of The Oasis Blues Motorcycle Club, situated in Galveston, Texas. They have been dealing with the Houston Bratva for decades. Their fathers and grandfathers worked together, keeping the peace and always having each other's backs. When Pavel Khushanov decides to double-cross the Bikers, involving the FBI and CIA and gets Killian arrested. War is declared, and Tavisha becomes collateral damage, a hostage to her name, but she is not what Killian expects.

“You should end things with him.” A husky deep voice echoes from the darkness. I freeze in place, his thick Russian accent sent shivers down my spine. I could only make out his large form from the dim lights of the smoking area. “H-how long have you been standing there?” I shivered, not from the cold but from an unsettling feeling. He chuckles richly causing my heart rate to quicken as I watch a small flicker of light before smoke puffs out into the air. “Go inside, krasotka it’s too cold for that little dress of yours...” ******** Josephine Beaumont would’ve never imagined that working as a personal nurse for a wealthy French businessman would entangle her into a deadly web of mafia rivalries. Struggling with financial issues and a toxic relationship, she catches the attention of the dangerous and ruthless Russian pakhan, Sasha Romanov and a deep dark obsession brews takes root in his heart. He stalks her every move with burning desire and manipulates their meeting in the pretense of fate, pulling her into the dangerous dark world of the mafia. Delve into this dark, steamy mafia romance filled with obsession, power, and high-stakes danger, BRATVA'S OBSESSION will leave you breathless and craving more.

"Do you know what happens if I take you and mark you right now, Addie?" His deep, feral voice came, and he saw her gulping. "What?" She asked breathlessly, surprised that she didn't stutter. "It means every inch of you will become mine..." He growled, caressing her lips with his thumb. "Your lips," Adeline held her breath as he trailed the hand down the slope of her chest, squeezing her nipples torturously. "Master... "Your breasts," he groaned, adjusting himself behind her. He spanked her ass. "Ah!" She gasped at the instant sting. "Your ass," he sounded, then dragged his hand down her shamelessly wet pussy. "Ohh," Adeline moaned impatiently as he parted the folds of her cûnt and inserted a finger inside. "And your pussy," he declared in finality. As if confirming his dirty words, her hungry soaked pussy clenched around the finger. "If any man as much as touches you..." He warned, grabbing her by the throat. Adeline whimpered sharply. "He'll end up in a shallow grave, and you'll end up getting tied to my bed and fucked so hard my name will be the only thing you remember." -- After spending five years behind bars for the murder of her parents, the truth about Adeline's case slipped. Her boyfriend—Corey, killed her parents to steal their investments and framed her. Now, Adeline's thirst for revenge needed satiation. To bring a man like Corey to his knees, she needed strength. She proceeded to Russia where she joined The Bratva, disguised as a man. But the moment her trainer—the most psychotic man in Russia, set eyes on her, he knew she was a woman, and the demons in his head requested for her pieces. Break her. Ruin her. Make her your dirty little toy. And him? He took it too serious.

“Beg me to lick you, malysh.” There was no way in hell I’d beg him. But that was until his finger slid into my pussy, stretching me at a deliciously slow curl. “Please.” I whimpered, trembling. “Say it like you mean it, baby.” “Lick me, please,” I panted. It was hard not to with the way his finger was curling inside me, hitting my g-spot repeatedly. °•°•°• Do you crave men who dominate every room they walk into? Men who won’t hesitate to destroy anyone who dares threaten what’s theirs? Men as lethal as they are possessive, yet drop to their knees for the one woman who sets their cold hearts on fire? Meet the Kings of the Bratva—ruthless, dangerous, and utterly unstoppable. From brutal assassins to stolen brides, these stories will drag you into a world of forbidden love, raw passion, and unrelenting danger. Arranged marriages, deadly betrayals, and second chances that will shatter your soul—these men live by their own rules, and their women? They’re the ones bold enough to break them. Love isn’t soft here—it’s a war, a fire that consumes everything in its path. These men will fight, kill, and burn for the ones they claim. The Kings of the Bratva don’t just promise passion—they deliver obsession. Are you ready to meet them?