Forced Union

She’s a prim and proper mafia princess. He’s a dirty-talking Bratva boss. To seal their union, he tattoos his name on her ring finger. Dimitri Kozlov Her family broke their promise, now I’ll take what’s owed: Her. No one makes me look weak. I’ll show everyone there are consequences for crossing my family. Arianna Pontrelli is mine. I forge her signature on the marriage contract. And stake my claim on this cold, aloof woman. Then show the entire world that she belongs to me. Her hatred shines so brightly in her eyes, I know there’s passion hidden beneath her prim and proper facade. She’s my wife, and I’ll own all of her. But first, I’m going to make this woman burn for me. Arianna Pontrelli I hoped to marry for love. My dream is crushed when my stalker drugs and drags me to the altar. Dimitri Kozlov is all tattooed skin, foul-mouthed, and completely uncouth. Everything I despise in a man. I had plans to escape this dangerous world. Now I’m trapped. I’m legally his wife. But he’ll never have my body. No matter how many times he praises me in Russian. Or how delicious his strong hands feel on my skin. If I give him a sliver of my heart, I’ll be betraying myself. I’ll never give him what he really wants, his obsession. Me.

She’s a prim and proper mafia princess. He’s a dirty-talking Bratva boss. To seal their union, he tattoos his name on her ring finger. Dimitri Kozlov Her family broke their promise, now I’ll take what’s owed: Her. No one makes me look weak. I’ll show everyone there are consequences for crossing my family. Arianna Pontrelli is mine. I forge her signature on the marriage contract. And stake my claim on this cold, aloof woman. Then show the entire world that she belongs to me. Her hatred shines so brightly in her eyes, I know there’s passion hidden beneath her prim and proper facade. She’s my wife, and I’ll own all of her. But first, I’m going to make this woman burn for me. Arianna Pontrelli I hoped to marry for love. My dream is crushed when my stalker drugs and drags me to the altar. Dimitri Kozlov is all tattooed skin, foul-mouthed, and completely uncouth. Everything I despise in a man. I had plans to escape this dangerous world. Now I’m trapped. I’m legally his wife. But he’ll never have my body. No matter how many times he praises me in Russian. Or how delicious his strong hands feel on my skin. If I give him a sliver of my heart, I’ll be betraying myself. I’ll never give him what he really wants, his obsession. Me.