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It all started with a fake baby bump. Then, I really got knocked up. Now, I've been stolen by Russian Special Forces. This wasn't supposed to happen. I had my escape planned. One last time letting him tie me up, strip me down, and own me completely. Then? I was betrayed—by my own damn hormonal body. One second, I was drunk on pleasure. The next? A sharp nip to my overly sensitive nipple made me scream—not in bliss like usual, but in agonizing pain.

It started as a stupid, desperate plan. Fake the baby bump. Claim my sister's secret love child as mine. Lie to everyone, including the most dangerous man in Vegas. Then my sister disappeared. Her forbidden lover and his wife got blown to bits in a car bomb. And I bankrupted myself trying to find her. That's when he found me.

I expected to wake up tangled in my husband's arms. His wicked hands dragging me back into bliss. Instead, I'm barefoot on a freezing cot and I'm dressed like a trauma surgeon who lost her shoes. This sucks and I'm scared. The cotton sheets and silk robes are gone, replaced by chains, shadows, and a cast-iron door. At first, I thought it was Radomir. That two-timing bastard must have found out I was going to leave him. But the truth is far worse. I've been kidnapped. Not by just anyone—but by the monster from my nightmares. He wants what's locked inside my mind.

My dream? Escape this hellhole and become a songwriter in L.A. My reality? My scumbag father emptied my bank account and bet me in a poker game. Not just to anyone—but to Radomir Molchanov. The King of Vegas. The sinfully drop-dead gorgeous owner of the Diamond Hotel and Casino. Oh, and the cold-blooded head of the Molchanov Bratva. Radomir has claimed me—body and soul. His touch sets me on fire, his icy gaze sends shivers down my spine, and his cruel smirk reminds me that he owns me.

What's worse than having a drink dumped all over me on my birthday? Sucker punching the guy that did it… And then finding out he's a dangerous Bratva boss. I went to the Velvet Lounge to celebrate my 21st birthday and escape my father's iron grip. He secretly betrothed me to his client's son… Now, I'm expected to marry him on my birthday! Instead, I bumped into Andrey Belov. Actually, he crashed into me, spilling his sticky, sweet drink all over me. He oozes confidence, power, and… danger. Not to mention, he's drop-dead gorgeous. And he awakens a desire in me that I can't control.

What's worse than having a drink dumped all over me on my birthday? Sucker punching the guy that did it… And then finding out he's a dangerous Bratva boss. I went to the Velvet Lounge to celebrate my 21st birthday, and escape my father's iron grip. He secretly betrothed me to his client's son… Now, I'm expected to marry him on my birthday! Instead, I bumped into Andrey Belov. Actually, he crashed into me, spilling his sticky, sweet drink all over me.