Bratva Romance Books Novels & Stories

I'm Jessica Blake an 19 year old single exchange student, originally from Amsterdam about to start studying History in Italy for the upcoming year. I love everything about old history, call me an old romantic but I just do and I love romance as well. Anyways, what I did not know in advance was that my life was about to change forever..... He's her teacher...HER forbidden desire!! *&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&

You don't get to be attracted to the human embodiment of Eastern Bloc tension. Dmitri wasn't charming, he was carved. Like a cold war statue someone accidentally brought to life and handed a child. This wasn't butterflies. This was neurological betrayal. Whatever this was pinging through her, heat, adrenaline, whatever—needed to go straight back to whatever hormonal void it crawled out of. She was not here for cheekbones and frostbite flirtation. She was here for a paycheck. Juice boxes. Healing a small, silent girl. Not panting over broody Bond villains in cashmere armor.

I was left with my bra on and a clenching and hot center. “I hate what you're doing to me,” Anthony said with bared teeth. “I love it,” I said and parted my legs for him. Anthony cursed under his breath and leaned forward. He captured my lips with his and moved his hand to the buckle of my bra. He undid it and slipped the bra off me, freeing my breasts. My nipples tightened at the cold air, turning me on even more. He pulled away from my lips and cupped my breast. As he played with one breast, his other hand went to my short skirt. He pulled down my skirt, until it was at my knees. He moved backward and took it off completely, then tossed it over his shoulder.

⚠️ MATURE CONTENT WARNING This is a high-spice dark romance intended strictly for readers aged 18 and older. This book contains explicit sexual content, heavy dirty talk, an intense age-gap dynamic, and dark BDSM themes involving absolute dominance and forced submission. If you are sensitive to themes of extreme control, dark fetishes, or ruthless possessiveness, please do not proceed. Read at your own discretion. Welcome to The Obsidian Room. Enter if you dare. ----------------------------------- Author's Note: Hi, everyone! I am a Brazilian author, so this story is being translated for you. If you find any minor translation mistakes, I apologize in advance! I hope you fall in love with Ale

he ordered, his eyes dark with lust. She bit her lip, her body trembling under his control. Releasing her hands momentarily, he yanked down the cups of her bra, exposing her pink, pert tits. Her nipples stood erect, begging for attention. Brad dove in, his mouth latching onto one swollen bud, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over it. He lavished her breasts with wet, open-mouthed kisses, alternating between them, biting the soft flesh until she arched off the bed. Marie's hands roamed over his broad back, nails digging in his skin.

Yet in the midst of their love appears an unexpectant threat to their happiness: Dimitri Baranov. Will Amy do what was expected of her so long ago, or follow her heart? In this brand new Bratva/Italian Mafia dark romance, you will find out that love can come from the worst places and blossom into something beautiful. ************************

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

Synonyms: Presiding, ruling, governing, controlling, commanding, ascendant, supreme, authoritative, most influential, most powerful, superior. So, is that what he is? He is a leader, and ruler anyway because of his business. I know little about the world he is in, but I feel compelled to find out more. Sitting, I tap my fingers on the table trying to think of something else I can search that I saw in his contract, the word brat popping into my mind. Typing it into G****e there are standard terms for the word brat, but not the meaning in BDSM. My fingers type again, including BDSM at the beginning, once again the first result telling me about it. Brat: A type of BDSM label, in which a sub (in

Curling his lip at the men, he added, “Especially, not to the likes of them. I know this man is Bratva and if you are with him that means you are that or worse. You are all a bunch of criminals and the worst that has ever blackened Russia’s soil.” Sergi stepped forward and acknowledged himself. “My name is Sergi Constantine. I am the head of the Bratva in Russia.” He motioned at Felix. “This is Braaken, my counterpart in the Ukraine. The rest of these men work for us here on American soil.” Dexter snorted. “Like I said, I don’t care who or what you are. You are all lowlifes, murderers and thieves.” “You’d better have a care Mr. Pavel,” Braaken warned the other man. “Your fate is now in our h