All I have to do is spy on Dimitri Brokov. "The" Dimitri Brokov. Billionaire, CEO, Russian Mobster, and my step-brother.
I can have it all. A fling with the hot, tattooed and totally off-limits jerk, half a million dollars and, best of all, the sweet taste of revenge to mend my broken heart
I'm supposed to be in control, but I keep going back for more. His hands on me are addictive, the danger he's in thrills me. And when he ties me to his bed so I can't run, we share more than a night of passion; we share a purpose. A mission. One that threatens everything we thought we knew.

"You will be my woman for a year, servant to my whims and desires. I will not hurt you, unless you want me to."
I'm in deep to the Mafia. My father was the one who made the deal, and when I inherited his club, I also inherited his troubles.
Ivan wants to save me, or so he says. More like he wants me to be his slave for a year. After the one-night stand I had with him, though, would that be so bad? With his impossibly hard body, and the way he always makes me scream...
But he's still a monster. He's a criminal, and something so much worse.
And yet I can't stop the tingling...

She's terrified of me. She should be.
I'm no saint, but apparently even killers have limits. When the Bratva hired me as security for the night, I didn't know it was a flesh trade. I could have kept my cool, done my job, but then I saw her. Pure as a lily, dressed in skimpy lingerie, and being auctioned off to the foulest men in Brighton Beach.
I'm not used to this white knight sh*t, but I did what I had to do. I outbid those pieces of trash and bought myself a bride.
What the hell do I do with a sweet, subservient woman who's been trained to obey her husband? I can think of...

"I was sent to kill her."
There was one rule for this job. No witnesses.
Then I saw her. She wasn't supposed to be there, and I can only imagine what those dirtbags had been planning for her with her gorgeous blonde hair and her deadly curves. So I did the one thing I knew I shouldn't: I killed every a**hole in that room and I took her as my prize.
I don't save people's lives. I'm a killer, a hired hitman for the Russian mob. But I tell her to trust me, and I mean it. I'm not going to let anyone take her away from me. I'd sworn off women long ago, but I can't resist her long...

I was supposed to protect her. I'll kill them men who took her. I'm leaving my dark past behind me, where it belongs, and it seems like fate has finally smiled on me when she comes into my life.
Innocent, pure, and with a bright future ahead of her, she's the girl I always wanted and never deserved.
Then, those scumbags steal her right from under of my nose.
But they don't know who I am, or the lives I've taken. They're out to make some quick cash by selling a pure bride, and there's no way I'm going to let that happen. Not to her.
I have to risk everything to save...

My stepbrother was my protector. My savior. He would have done anything for me.

Then I watched him fall into a life of crime and corruption, and I thought I lost him forever.

Now he's pulling me into his world and he has me exactly where he wants me. I thought two years without a word would free of my feelings but all it takes is one look and I melt, one touch and I'm craving more.

I've been dragged back into his life and pulled back into his arms, and if I want him to save me I'm going to have to save him from himself, no matter what it takes.

I love the man he...

She needs to behave, or I'll be forced to punish her.

Delaney Underwood is sexy as hell, with a killer body, wicked smile, and a spoiled rotten demeanor. She's a pampered rich girl, thinking she can get anything she wants, whenever she wants.

It pisses me off. I've struggled to survive, and I have the scars to prove it. Delaney's going to make me a wealthy man, once her parents pay to get their precious angel back.

But every time I look at those sassy lips, I wanna put them to good use. Delaney has gotten under my skin and she knows it. Even before I...

"You will be my woman for a year, servant to my whims and desires. I will not hurt you, unless you want me to."

I'm in deep to the Mafia. My father was the one who made the deal, and when I inherited his club, I also inherited his troubles.

Ivan wants to save me, or so he says. More like he wants me to be his slave for a year. After the one-night stand I had with him, though, would that be so bad? With his impossibly hard body, and the way he always makes me scream...

But he's still a monster. He's a criminal, and something so much worse.

And...

All I have to do is spy on Dimitri Brokov. The Dimitri Brokov. Billionaire, CEO, Russian Mobster, and my step-brother.

I can have it all. A fling with the hot, tattooed and totally off-limits jerk, half a million dollars and, best of all, the sweet taste of revenge to mend my broken heart.

Spying on Dimitri might just get me killed, but every time anger flickers into his eyes, I move a little closer. Every time he touches me, I get a little hotter.

I'm supposed to be in control, but I keep going back for more. His hands on me are addictive, the danger he's in...

She was the girl that got away. Now she thinks I murdered her dad.

It took me years to get untangled from the Bratva -- the Russian mafia. But I've gotten my life together, with my Club behind me. Sure, we still operate outside of the law. It has to be like that, because we're up against something far worse.

Then she shows up, asking about her dad's murder. She's a fiery mystery from my past, and this time, I'm not going to let her get away.

But first, I have to prove to her that we're lookin' for the same person. That whoever killed her dad has been hurting...