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King of Ruin

He’s the most dangerous man in Chicago—and I’m his newest obsession.

Dark emerald eyes. Black tattoos. A killer’s smile… god, that smile…

When I’m dragged to a secretive nightclub, the last thing I expect is to find myself in the owner’s back office. But after he rescues me from a drunken creep, that’s exactly where I end up.

Alone with a heartbreakingly gorgeous man who says his name is Andrei Zherdev… though most call him Pakhan—leader of the Russian mafia.

Next thing I know, I’m screaming his name. Then, I’m hiding beneath his desk as he’s called away on business. That’s how I learn my dark fate.

Apparently, once you’ve slept with a Bratva boss, you’re his. Forever. There’s only one problem with that arrangement. I don’t belong to anyone.

If only he agreed.
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Lord of Wrath

He's my best friend's bodyguard

Ruthless protector of Chicago's most feared Bratva

And my professional stalker

Deep blue eyes with silver shards… watching me… always watching…

Valentin Constanov doesn't take no for an answer. So, when I tell him to stop following me, it might as well be a direct challenge.

It's his job to watch over the empire, after all. And I share a connection with his boss's wife—not that I want anything to do with the Russian mafia or their dark and twisted lifestyle.

I've got my own problems to worry about.

But the hot-tempered, ill-mannered, tattooed-covered Romeo isn't used to being rejected. That's why, when I find myself in some serious trouble, I don't expect to be saved.

If only he got the memo.

Turns out, I'm more than just a job to him. I'm an obsession. And he's going to make sure I understand that—even if it takes all of his patience and shatters every last bit of my innocence.

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📚 Top in Romance

👩 Dual POVs 👨

😈 Obsessed Hero

🌶️ Erotica

He’s the most dangerous man in Chicago—and I’m his newest obsession.

Dark emerald eyes. Black tattoos. A killer’s smile… god, that smile…

When I’m dragged to a secretive nightclub, the last thing I expect is to find myself in the owner’s back office. 

But after he rescues me from a drunken creep, that’s exactly where I end up.

Alone with a heartbreakingly gorgeous man who says his name is Andrei Zherdev.

… Though most call him Pakhan—leader of the Russian mafia.

Next thing I know, I’m screaming his name. 

Then, I’m hiding beneath his desk as he’s called away on business.

That’s how I learn my dark fate.

Apparently, once you’ve slept with a Bratva boss, you’re his. 

Forever. 

There’s only one problem with that arrangement.

I don’t belong to anyone.

If only he agreed.

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“This is a bad idea,” I mutter, as if it’s not clear enough already. “I should have just stayed home…”

Yet here I am, standing in a seedy alley, waiting to be let into a club I’ve never heard of when I should be literally anywhere else.

Beside me, my best friend Yelena hands the bouncer a crumpled scrap of paper fished from the bottom of her designer handbag. He nods, then starts turning a variety of heavy-duty locks. 

Each click is like a light punch to the gut. There’s no going back now. Not unless I turn and run. But when I look down at my heels, I remember how that’s not really an option. These old things would snap in a second. There will be no running tonight. I’m trapped.

The bouncer swings the door aside. A heavy clunk echoes through the alley and deep into my belly. Without a care in the world, Yelena shoots the beefy brute one of her movie-star smiles and slips inside. Our other friends, Emily and Julia follow close behind. I look over my shoulder at the empty alleyway and give in. 

“This is a bad idea,” I repeat, scurrying in after them all. 

Ahead, loud techno music rocks the walls and vibrates through the floor. Colored spotlights wheel all over the dance floor. Over to the side, a throng of people stand five deep around a giant square-shaped bar. A flurry of bartenders rotate behind the counter trying to serve everyone at once.

The music grips my guts and a lightning bolt of adrenaline races through my veins. The knot in my chest loosens.

Maybe going out wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

Suddenly, Yelena steps out of the swirling mass of bodies. She’s already dancing, and we only briefly meet eyes before she vanishes again. Still, her hand reaches out through the hazy air and beckons me forward. 

My heart rattles with excitement. It begs to feel alive again.

“Fuck it.”

The music grows louder as we venture into the pulsing crowd. I let the beat carry me. Yelena’s smile reaches from ear to ear. I can feel mine stretch too.

Before I know it, we’re at the bar. Somehow, Julia and Emily are already there. Emily is yelling orders to the bartender. He places a tray on the counter and starts pouring vodka into a dozen shot glasses.

That’s when Yelena hooks her elbow around my neck. “What do you think?” Her voice is filled with a contagious buzz. It’s hard not to follow as she points up above the dance floor. “Look at the giant gas mask hanging from the ceiling. They really took the whole nuclear-bunker theme to the next level, huh?”

“It’s cool,” I admit, my gaze wandering from the gas mask to the secluded mezzanine behind it. “I like it.” 

Something inside of me twitches. An odd sensation follows the sight of the dark balcony. Compared to the rest of the club, it’s so still. So quiet. Part of me wishes I was there instead. 

Leaning forward, I feel compelled to get a better look. But it’s hard to see anything as the gas mask swings back and forth like a giant pendulum.

Still, for a split second, I swear I recognize a broad silhouette standing deep within the shadows. Before I can focus on it, though, Yelena twirls me around.

“Maybe you’ll find yourself a rich sugar daddy while you’re here,” Emily teases.

I shake my head and return to the moment.

“As if,” I snort.

“You could use one.” Julia arches one of her penciled eyebrows at my plain black dress and shoots me a mischievous grin. “Maybe he’ll buy you some new clothes too.”

“Go easy on my girl,” Yelena laughs. “I’ve been trying to hook her up with one of my designs for months, but she’s too stubborn. Calls it charity. Well, I call it fashion, baby.”

Yelena twirls and I can’t help but admire her. She’s right. I won’t take one of her dresses, not until I can afford one on my own. If I did, then I wouldn’t be me anymore. I’d just be cosplaying as someone else. One day, though…

“I’ll drink to that,” Julia says, downing her shot. We all follow her lead. The liquor hits me with a jolt. I squint, and when I open my eyes again, I see my friends are already leaking onto the dancefloor.

I stay back, trying to gain the courage to really let loose. 

Then, all of a sudden, something shifts.

A hot streak seems to pierce through the heavy air. My chest thumps. My skin pebbles. I turn around looking for the source.

But before I can figure that out, something else grabs my attention. A commotion up ahead. People stand aside as a drunk guy stumbles down the bar, only stopping to hit on every last girl he comes across.

The heat vanishes. I snap back to reality. My skin crawls and I look around for backup. But my friends are lost in the throng on the dancefloor.

I’m on my own.

I’m just about to make a run for it when the dude looks up and spots me. Our eyes meet and a stone drops in my gut. He must sense my fear, because he makes a beeline for my position.

“Shit.”

My heels wobble as I make a move for the relative safety of the dance floor. I don’t get far before the guy darts in front of me, blocking my path.

“Hey there, baby,” he stammers, briefly glancing over his shoulder. “Where ya going? Dance floor? Well, I can dance. Don’t you want to dance with ol’ Mikey? Or are you like all these other bitches.”

“I’m sorry, but I already have a dancing partner,” I say, scanning the club in a desperate attempt to find my friends. But they’re nowhere to be found.

So, instead, I try to sidestep ol’ Mikey, but he cuts in front of me a second time. “Hold up, baby. Didn’t you hear me? Don’t run off so fast. We were just getting to know each other.”

“Sorry,” I tell him, trying to keep my cool. “I have a boyfriend. No offense, but….”

“A boyfriend,” he scoffs. “I don’t see any boyfriend.”

“He isn’t—"

“He isn’t what?” Mike lashes out. Raising both his arms so that the drink in his hand spills down his wrist, he looks right and left. “He can’t be much of a boyfriend if he leaves you alone like this… or are you lying?” He glares down, daring me to respond. When I don’t, he takes a step closer, his voice lowering. “Come. Dance. I’ll show you what a real man is made of.”

Without warning, Mikey lunges forward and grabs me. He hooks one arm behind my back and pins me against his body. Then, he shoves his prick into my crotch and grinds me through my dress.

“You’d like some of this, wouldn’t you?” he snarls. “Come on. You don’t have a boyfriend, bitch. You just need to loosen the fuck up.”

“Get off me!” I yell, shoving him away with all my strength. But he barely budges. 

“And who’s going to make me?” he says, swaying back into my personal space. “Your fake boyfriend?”

 “He’s not fake,” I hiss, lying through my teeth.

The bastard takes a step back and his slimy grin vanishes. “Where is he, then? Who is he?”

Without thinking clearly, I cast a panicked glance across the dance floor, desperately searching for a guy, any guy I can point to as my non-existent boyfriend. But all the guys in sight are busy dancing, drinking, joking with their friends, or getting close to other girls. No one’s looking our way. No one cares that I’m in trouble.

The situation is starting to feel helpless when, all of a sudden, that strange feeling returns, stronger than before. The hot streak piercing through the heavy air.

 It… it feels like someone is watching me. 

My gaze immediately rips up, racing in a panic until it lands on the mezzanine that hangs over the dance floor. Colored lights have started to glow above it. They shine down onto a huge solitary figure standing at the railing.

The man towers above everyone else. A dark energy radiates from his broad silhouette. Then, suddenly, the colored lights vanish, leaving him behind. But even in the shadows, I can sense his immense presence. 

A moment later, the lights return, and I catch a glimpse of his face. Even from this distance, I can see the striking glint in his strong green eyes. He’s staring at me.

For a split-second, I’m lost to everything but him. Silence envelops the club. The people disappear. I gaze back at the stranger, trapped in his tempting pull.

My heart thumps. My stomach tightens.

Then, without warning, he lifts his hand and folds his fingers toward me. 

The gesture is clear.

He wants me to come to him.

A rush of adrenaline sears through my chest.

“You stupid lying bitch! You don’t have any boyfriend.” 

Just like that, I’m startled out of my trance. I remember ol’ Mikey. I remember my problems. My loneliness. 

A snarl curves my lips.

“He’s right there!” I snap, pointing up at the man on the mezzanine. “And he’s calling me. Gotta go.”

With a burst of energy, I duck under Mikey’s outstretched arm and break into the crowd. He reaches for me, but I manage to slap his hand away and keep going.

“You bitch!” he shouts, his voice quickly fading. “You made me spill my drink! I swear…”

But that asshole is already a thing of the past. All my mind can concentrate on are those piercing green eyes… and that subtle but irresistible command.

Come.

Am I really going to listen? 

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