Cruel Russian Pakhan

I take her off the street. Then I marry her. Because she’s MINE.

I arranged to marry her for an alliance. But she disappeared.

I’m the Pakhan and much older than her. I always get what I want. So I hunt her down.

She says she’s innocent, that I have the wrong person. That she’s not my arranged bride.

But she doesn’t realize that as soon as I lay eyes on her, she’s the only one I want.

I don’t do feelings. My heart is made of ice.

But when she trembles, I take her into my cold arms.

I will torture anyone who hurts her.

I will kill anyone who puts her in danger.

She’s mine to hold, mine to protect. Mine to own, and mine to teach.

I possess her shaking body and the fire in her eyes.

I possess her pregnant belly and her desperate curves.

I possess all of her secrets and her vulnerabilities.

The Bratva Pakhan always gets what he wants.

And I want her.

She’s MINE.