I should be terrified of this man.
Artem Elgort bought me at an auction. I was kidnapped and made to wear a bikini with the word VIRGIN on it, and this man bought me. I should hate him, right?
And yet when he takes me to his plush billionaire’s estate and I spend more time around this primal possessive alpha, feelings stir inside of me that have no place in what should be hell. But for a so-called hell, it sure is starting to feel like heaven.
I’m eighteen years old, an orphan. I was the loser – the nobody – in high school and I’ve got absolutely no experience. He’s forty-two years old and the master of a criminal empire that could rival world governments. It shouldn’t work. It can’t work. And yet when this silver-haired bear drinks me in with his suggestive eyes, I feel myself responding, big time.
What should be oh-so-wrong starts to feel oh-so-right, and when he says he’s claiming me as his, forever, I feel myself melting like butter under his savage hands.
But there’s a war in the city. Artem’s enemies are linked to me in some way, a mystery that might bring this whole house of cards crashing down.
And Artem’s hiding a secret, too. He’s not the man he wants the world to believe he is. He’s more, so much more. And as I spend more time around the muscular, dominating Bratva boss, I start to wonder if maybe I can be something more too.
*Sold to the Bratva Boss is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.