And so, I said the words that ruined my life: “I do.”
What if you found out that you were born for one single purpose?
Wed a Russian Bratva boss, hand him your V-card, give him an heir.
You guessed it: that’s what happened to me.
A few days ago, I was a normal girl, living a normal life.
Now, I’m crying at the altar, bound to the Devil himself.
It doesn’t matter that he’s six feet tall, built like a rock, and sinfully gorgeous.
Or that the way he looks at me makes my body crave submission.
The scar on his cheek is a forever reminder of who he really is.
They call Lev Ivanov “the Devil” for a reason.
With a thirst for blood and a reputation for violence, he’s not exactly husband material.
And now, he says I’m his property.
My only chance to survive is to fall into his darkness, bereft and naked.
And before I know it, his belt lashes, and my thong is ripped off.
Before I know it, my fierce resistance is turned into moans of submission.
A few days ago, I was a normal girl, living a normal life.
Now, I am being consumed by the Devil.
And the worst part?
I think I’m starting to like it.
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