A dark, dirty, deliciously dangerous Bratva book!
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★✩
I am her captor.
Her keeper.
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
★✩
FIVE STAR REVIEWS:
“Great story by Rie Warren about a hardened Bratva enforcer and the fiery Irish lass who he takes as his prisoner! [ . . . ] Fantastic storyline, believable characters, exciting action, and very smexy! Bratva/mafia readers will love this 5-Star read!” ~Amazon reviewer
“OMG Rie Warren brought it with this book. SOO GOOD with an extra helping of dark.” Cali Gals Book Blog
“I have been a fan of Rie Warren for a few years and when I heard she was writing a mafia series I couldn’t wait! She has definitely brought her ‘A’ game with The Russian Thug, the first book in the Krasnov Brothers series! This book is the perfect combination of good writing, interesting characters and a storyline that will keep you engaged from the first page to the last.” ~Amazon reviewer
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°•★✰ #NewRelease #KindleUnlimited #Amazon ✰★•°
The Russian Thug: Abducted by the Bratva (Krasnov Brothers book 1) is LIVE!
US → https://amzn.to/3dW7hvS
CA → https://amzn.to/39HDgN1
UK → https://amzn.to/2xNGGkh
AU → https://amzn.to/39HEcRF
★✩
I am her captor.
Her keeper.
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
★✩
FIVE STAR REVIEWS:
“Great story by Rie Warren about a hardened Bratva enforcer and the fiery Irish lass who he takes as his prisoner! [ . . . ] Fantastic storyline, believable characters, exciting action, and very smexy! Bratva/mafia readers will love this 5-Star read!” ~Amazon reviewer
“OMG Rie Warren brought it with this book. SOO GOOD with an extra helping of dark.” Cali Gals Book Blog
“I have been a fan of Rie Warren for a few years and when I heard she was writing a mafia series I couldn’t wait! She has definitely brought her ‘A’ game with The Russian Thug, the first book in the Krasnov Brothers series! This book is the perfect combination of good writing, interesting characters and a storyline that will keep you engaged from the first page to the last.” ~Amazon reviewer
#Zolotovbratva #abductionseduction #therussianthug #bdsm #dominant #kindleunlimited#riewarrenromance #capturefantasy #bondage #bratva #bratvaromance #darkromance #alphamale #badboybratva #alphamale #mafiaromance #mafia #bostonbratva #kindleunlimited #fivestarbook #newrelease #bratvabrothers #romancereadersofig
I am her captor.
Her keeper.
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.
I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait.
The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!
Her keeper.
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.
I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait.
The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!
NSFW Excerpt . . .
KIRILL . . .
“How much did you have to drink tonight?”
Joanna tossed her hair over one shoulder, jutting out her chin. “I mostly had water, thank you very much. And Arkady made me eat something anyway.”
I didn’t like the way she said my brother’s name so easily, like they’d bonded while I was getting ambushed.
“And maybe I had a few shots with Sasha,” she mumbled. “You haven’t told me why you dragged me down here.”
“I wanted a nice private place so I could take your family’s attack—not to mention the cost of repairs—out on your ass,” I mentioned oh-so-casually.
She bristled all over, going up on her tiptoes. “Like hell you are.”
Her feistiness turned me on too—one twisted part of me even liked butting heads with her—but Yury expected me to take her in hand.
It was time to let Joanna know I was in charge of her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Faster than she could react, I kicked out a chair. I ripped my jacket from her shoulders, flung it to the table, and snatched her to me.
Settling on the seat, I pulled her right over my lap, her shrieks ringing out uselessly.
I pinned her flailing form down with a hand between her shoulder blades and one thick thigh spread out to separate her legs.
When I had the shrew locked in place, I flipped up her shirttail and nearly growled.
I ran one big palm up the back of her slim thigh, and her head shot up.
Her screeching ceased.
“So this is what you were wearing under my shirt.” Skimming my fingers to the crease where her thigh met the softly rounded contour of her ass, I listened to her sputter.
I slid my palm teasingly between her legs, not quite high enough to reach her pussy, but enough to raise goosebumps on her flesh.
“Absolutely nothing,” I murmured, staring down at her naked bottom.
“What was I gonna wear? You took my clothes!”
Even turned over my lap with her bare ass hanging in the wind, she talked back to me.
“I think that warrants a spanking to begin with.” Hauling back, I smacked her with half the force I’d put into a real blow.
The wobble of firm flesh.
The sound of her incensed shouts.
The mounds of her tits pressing into my thigh.
The whole thing was addictive, and I continued my swats, peppering harsher spanks all over her ass and even along the upper crease of her thighs.
“You already goddamn disobeyed me by getting out of your restraints earlier”--spank—“when I expressly forbade you from”--smack—“doing anything to defy me.”
I watched her pretty skin begin to glow with incandescent pink as I rained blow upon blow on her.
“Ow!” Howling, she tried to kick out. “Dammit!”
A chuckle sounded from my throat, rife with dark humor at her helplessness.
My fingers tapped her bottom a couple times, then I palmed one whole globe—the heat of her flesh searing into my hand.
I spanked her again and again in between cupping and kneading the cheeks of her ass.
Then she moaned.
And it wasn’t a sound of pain.
My hand halted, half-raised in the air. I brought it down again, and she twitched then arched as a mewl escaped her lips.
Only then did I notice my cock had surged to full meaty thickness beneath her belly, hot and hard as a spike.
I clenched the shirttails at the base of her spine, my breath labored.
Jo got her legs under her and pressed her bottom up.
Blyad.
My swats softened, and she kept pushing back for more.
She panted.
I caressed her warm, warm ass and, Jesus Christ, for a second it felt like she was rubbing herself on me.
“How much did you have to drink tonight?”
Joanna tossed her hair over one shoulder, jutting out her chin. “I mostly had water, thank you very much. And Arkady made me eat something anyway.”
I didn’t like the way she said my brother’s name so easily, like they’d bonded while I was getting ambushed.
“And maybe I had a few shots with Sasha,” she mumbled. “You haven’t told me why you dragged me down here.”
“I wanted a nice private place so I could take your family’s attack—not to mention the cost of repairs—out on your ass,” I mentioned oh-so-casually.
She bristled all over, going up on her tiptoes. “Like hell you are.”
Her feistiness turned me on too—one twisted part of me even liked butting heads with her—but Yury expected me to take her in hand.
It was time to let Joanna know I was in charge of her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Faster than she could react, I kicked out a chair. I ripped my jacket from her shoulders, flung it to the table, and snatched her to me.
Settling on the seat, I pulled her right over my lap, her shrieks ringing out uselessly.
I pinned her flailing form down with a hand between her shoulder blades and one thick thigh spread out to separate her legs.
When I had the shrew locked in place, I flipped up her shirttail and nearly growled.
I ran one big palm up the back of her slim thigh, and her head shot up.
Her screeching ceased.
“So this is what you were wearing under my shirt.” Skimming my fingers to the crease where her thigh met the softly rounded contour of her ass, I listened to her sputter.
I slid my palm teasingly between her legs, not quite high enough to reach her pussy, but enough to raise goosebumps on her flesh.
“Absolutely nothing,” I murmured, staring down at her naked bottom.
“What was I gonna wear? You took my clothes!”
Even turned over my lap with her bare ass hanging in the wind, she talked back to me.
“I think that warrants a spanking to begin with.” Hauling back, I smacked her with half the force I’d put into a real blow.
The wobble of firm flesh.
The sound of her incensed shouts.
The mounds of her tits pressing into my thigh.
The whole thing was addictive, and I continued my swats, peppering harsher spanks all over her ass and even along the upper crease of her thighs.
“You already goddamn disobeyed me by getting out of your restraints earlier”--spank—“when I expressly forbade you from”--smack—“doing anything to defy me.”
I watched her pretty skin begin to glow with incandescent pink as I rained blow upon blow on her.
“Ow!” Howling, she tried to kick out. “Dammit!”
A chuckle sounded from my throat, rife with dark humor at her helplessness.
My fingers tapped her bottom a couple times, then I palmed one whole globe—the heat of her flesh searing into my hand.
I spanked her again and again in between cupping and kneading the cheeks of her ass.
Then she moaned.
And it wasn’t a sound of pain.
My hand halted, half-raised in the air. I brought it down again, and she twitched then arched as a mewl escaped her lips.
Only then did I notice my cock had surged to full meaty thickness beneath her belly, hot and hard as a spike.
I clenched the shirttails at the base of her spine, my breath labored.
Jo got her legs under her and pressed her bottom up.
Blyad.
My swats softened, and she kept pushing back for more.
She panted.
I caressed her warm, warm ass and, Jesus Christ, for a second it felt like she was rubbing herself on me.
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