Forced By the Bratva by Lexi Asher

I’m offered as a bride at an underground fighting ring. The winner is a much older Bratva guy.
I don’t want to be here, but I’m the prize tonight, forced to see how he wins my hand.
He takes one look at me and is immediately obsessed with me.
So he brings me to his mansion and traps me there as his Bratva bride.

I’m used to abuse and being told I’m useless.
But I’ve never been an unwilling Bratva bride.
When I try to escape, he drags me back furiously.
He says I’m his now, that he’ll protect me and keep me safe.

He makes me touch myself and show him what I’ve been taught.
He tells me I’m a good girl and that he’ll give me what I deserve.
His obsessed hands leave me trembling and exhausted.
My begging body is falling, unable to protect myself from him.

Will my obsessed Bratva husband ever let me go?

The Russian Bratva of Miami has three rules: solve problems with violence, paint the streets with blood, and break hearts at will. They’re not nice, they’re not gentle, and they don’t compromise. But behind closed doors, they’ll show you what ruthless love really means.