Snatched by the Bratva (London Mafia Bosses, #6)

by Evie Rose

It’s the sort of voice that if he told me to get on my knees and suck his dick, I’d do it. No questions asked.

I’ll take Stockholm syndrome if she’ll look up at me with reverence like she has every weekday morning since we first met.

“You’re on my bed, legs spread, pink cunt exposed for me, and soaking wet. I think that makes you my toy, kisa.”

“Who says there’s something wrong with your books?” I snarl. “Give me their names.” I’ll kill them all. Every one of them. Anybody who one-starred her book, I’ll tear them limb from limb.

Well, when Daddy has made a particularly lucrative illegal deal, Mummy gives Daddy a celebration blow job.