Bøker av Lexi Asher

I accidentally let loose for one night with a much older Bratva guy.As soon as I found out who he was, I ran. But I didn't get far.The next thing I know, I'm on the auction block, being sold to the highest bidder.And guess who owns my voluptuous curves now. The Bratva guy. They put me on the auction block as payment for my family's debts.I didn't know the ruthless Bratva was in the audience.He says he bought me for my own good, to claim my vulnerability.He says he can't let anyone else own my curves. I need to escape his penthouse, but I can't seem to find the way out.He's keeping me trapped with his cold stare and his icy hands.He's keeping me tied to his bed, playing with me until I'm exhausted.I've tried to fight him, but he's exposed all of me. Can I submit to the Bratva? The Russian Bratva of Miami has three rules: solve problems with violence, paint the streets with blood, and break hearts at will. They're not nice, they're not gentle, and they don't compromise. But behind closed doors, they'll show you what ruthless love really means.

I'm forced to marry a complete stranger and give him my virginity.I don't know anything about him, except that he's twice my age.I'm afraid of being alone with him, but he says I'm his Bratva bride now.It's my duty to be with him and give him babies, even when I don't want to. I've known all my life that I'd be traded like a commodity, but it still shakes me.He thinks I'm an ice queen, but he doesn't know how hot he makes me.I hate how his roaming hands make me beg for more.I'm ashamed of how badly I want him to own my curves. But slowly, I see something else underneath the handsome exterior.He's playing me like a game, wanting to break me for revenge.And as my body is getting addicted to being treated like a toy, my heart wants to know: When I'm shackled to the bed by the enemy, will he betray me again? Or will he heal what he's broken inside of me? The Russian Bratva of Miami has three rules: solve problems with violence, paint the streets with blood, and break hearts at will. They're not nice, they're not gentle, and they don't compromise. But behind closed doors, they'll show you what ruthless love really means.

I accidentally became my Bratva boss's surrogate. And now he's made me his prisoner.I didn't know I was the maid of a mafia lord. I thought he was just a hot rich player.I didn't know it's his baby I'm carrying. Until people start shooting at me.Until he forces me to move in with him to protect his baby. I signed up for an anonymous surrogacy because I desperately need the money.And so without knowing it, I got knocked up by the Bratva.All goes well until he locks me into his mansion on a private island "for my protection".We're all alone at the ends of the world. I'm his hostage. He strokes my belly until my pregnancy hormones explode.He teases my body until I want to hide in shame.He's taken my freedom and everything I've ever known.Will he ever give me what I really want? Or will he make me beg for it? The Russian Bratva of Miami has three rules: solve problems with violence, paint the streets with blood, and break hearts at will. They're not nice, they're not gentle, and they don't compromise. But behind closed doors, they'll show you what ruthless love really means.

One night with a cold Russian gave me a secret baby. Now I'm forced to marry him.I didn't know that I was promised to him at birth.I didn't know that they'd kidnap me to force me into this arranged marriage.But now I'm a pawn in a Bratva game, and he's dictating the rules. I know how dangerous he is. I've seen the blood on his hands.The Bratva rule our city. The Bratva take and give what they want.And right now, he wants me. He wants to own me, control me.He wants me as his Bratva bride, and our daughter as his heir. I'd forgotten what it felt like to feel his harsh lips on mine.I'd forgotten how his cold hands light fires along my body.I'm forgetting that I didn't want to marry my baby's daddy.But now that we're here, just me and him... Can I give myself to the ruthless Bratva...again? The Russian Bratva of Miami has three rules: solve problems with violence, paint the streets with blood, and break hearts at will. They're not nice, they're not gentle, and they don't compromise. But behind closed doors, they'll show you what ruthless love really means.