Kidnapped Bratva Toy by Veda Rose

He kidnapped me, locked me into his bedroom, and claimed me. And there’s nothing I can do.
I’m a lawyer, and my new case means suing the Bratva. But you can’t sue the Bratva.
If you do, he takes you to his house and makes you his hostage.
If you do, he uses you as his toy until you give him what he wants.
I have to win this case. It’s my chance to become partner.
But fighting the Bratva means participating in an unfair game.
The skull on his chest shows me who is the boss.
The piercing in his tongue teaches me I’m weak.
I try to push back, but he enjoys me wild and furious.
I try to hide my desire, but he enjoys making me wear my embarrassment.
He captures my wrist and pins me to the floor until there is no escape.
And as the tension reaches melting point and demands release, my greatest fear becomes reality:
Will I beg him to claim me?