The Bratva's Runaway Bride

"Say it," he urges.

"No!" I cry as he thrusts into me.

"Say it!" he pushes harder.

"Yours, I am yours," I say cumming hard.

"That's right! You are mine," he mouths kissing me sweetly.

I have one rule, not to fuck in love with the man who owns my every breath, but when he fucks like a madman, I can't help but love him.

It might have started like a hate, but it sure as fuck wasn't.

What happens when I end up with a baby for a man who is morally grey and I can't part ways with him?