Forced Bratva Virgin Assistant by Lexi Carter
My grandfather signed my life away to a Bratva monster in a charcoal suit. Now, I’m a debt payment to a Bratva enforcer twice my age—his obedient assistant in the office, and his captive bride in the bedroom.
One secret alliance turned me into a sacrificial lamb for the Tarasov Bratva.
I’m a law student who lives by the light of the law; he’s the ruthless fixer who operates in the dark.
Adrik is a silver-eyed predator who doesn’t just want a wife—he wants a puppet.
He forced me into an arranged marriage, then shackled me even tighter by making me his personal assistant.
He is as devastatingly handsome as he is cold.
Every time he towers over me, his lethal scent of expensive tobacco and cold steel makes my skin crawl and my pulse spike.
He tracks every curve of his innocent, virgin bride with a possessive hunger that feels like a threat.
He doesn’t want to woo me; he wants to own me.
I am trapped in his gilded cage, forced to manage his blood-stained secrets by day and endure his dark, unyielding desires by night. He plays my body with the precision of a master strategist, finding every weakness until I’m quivering under his touch—not out of love, but out of a desperate need to survive his heat.
He’s a monster who thrives on control, and I’m the law student who knows exactly how many crimes he’s committed.
He thinks he can break me.
He thinks I’ll eventually stop fighting the chains he’s wrapped around my life.
He says I’m his property. I say he’s my ruin. In this game of obsession, there are no heroes—only the predator and the girl trying not to lose her soul to him.
