Virgin Ruin by the Brutal Bratva
I thought I could deceive him. I was dead wrong.
One kiss. One whispered lie in the dark. And I actually believed I was winning.
Then he discovered who I really am.
Forty-two. Six-foot-four of pure lethal beauty. Black suit, cold gray eyes, the kind of face that makes women forget how to breathe and men forget how to live.
The cuffs snapped on before I could scream. The ring slid on like a brand. My white dress hit the marble floor seconds before my innocence did.
He didn’t rage. He didn’t threaten. He just carried me to bed, spread me open, and took everything while those merciless eyes stayed locked on mine.
Now I’m his virgin wife. His enemy’s daughter. His newest obsession.
Every night he pins me beneath him and breeds me like it’s already decided. Every night my body surrenders faster than the last.
I was sent to destroy him. Instead I’m the one breaking, piece by filthy piece, while the most dangerous man in New York watches me fall apart and smiles like he’s never wanted anything more.
Run? He’d have to remember how to want to.
Age-gap forced marriage, virgin captive, ruthless breeding, obsessive Bratva king, and the innocent bride who’s starting to crave the monster she swore to kill.
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