Page 171 of The Wrong Brother

So I made a vow: he could claim my body…

But he would never earn my heart.

My father traded me in a marriage built on blood and deceit.

I met him only once before.

Liev Demsky.

Nearly twice my age.

Cold eyes. Controlled violence.

The man they just crowned king.

I walk into a cathedral expecting to witness a deal.

Instead, I find a priest, a wedding dress, and a contract with my name on it.

So I run.

Big mistake.

He finds me before nightfall.

Corners me.

Touches me like he already owns me.

“I'll f*ck you so hard, you'll be begging to marry me.”

The more I defy him, the tighter he closes in.

The more I resist… the more he pleasures me into submission.

I should have walked away.

But enemies circle.

Blood is shed.

And I'm carrying his heir.

Now I have a choice:

Tell the most dangerous man in the Bratva he’s going to be a father…

And lose my freedom forever?—

Or keep his child a secret…

And risk losing him instead.

Because if he finds out?—

He’ll never let me leave.

And I’m not sure I want him to.