Corrupted Prince (Koalistia Bratva 3)

Soon, we land in Russia 
Where my husband will be branded 
Heir to the Bratva throne.

The charming corruptor, the devil in bed, 
He rigs my position, chuckling darkly 
As I unravel under his thumb,
Fall apart in his hands,
And come tumbling down
in heavenly bliss.

But I cannot love him. 
Those three words remain lodged in my throat 
At the thought of what his family did.  

So, as he defends his place as heir. 
I am forced to stay by his side,
Those three words grappling inside my throat
fighting for life.