Bred By the Bratva

He saved me, protected me. Now the mafia man wants to breed me.

It’s not his miles of suntanned muscles and irresistible smolder that has me dying to say yes. It’s the fact I wear my heart on my sleeve and this man knows how to wield blackmail like the weapon it is.

His exact words were: “I return you to the people wanting to give you a watery grave or you can have the best time of your life in my bed. In return, you give me an heir.”

Hard choices.

But then he swiftly follows that up with a promise to find me if I try to run and my fate is sealed. Or is it?

After a single night of discovering the passion he possesses is hot enough to strip off my bikini bottoms, I slip away. One night with the suave, dangerous mafia billionaire who fished me from the bottom of the sea is hardly enough, but I can't afford to stick around. I do and he'll possess more than my body.

After that night I thought I'd never seen him again so no problem, right?

I am about to learn just how wrong I am.

When he shows up in my bedroom with dangerous heat in his eyes I instantly know two things. He did more damage to my heart than I thought and he keeps his promises.

Well, three. I'm going to learn how far he'll go to get what he wants.