Tarasov Bratva Series by Lexi Carter

A Russian mafia boss kidnapped me, forced me to marry him, and knocked me up.He claimed my virginity, stroked me until I quivered, before he delivered me an ultimatum.Artem Tarasov is as charming as he is ruthless, and almost double my age.He plans on making me his bride, but I can’t give my heart to the enemy, regardless of my surprise pregnancy.My life wasn’t exciting, but I was content…in a way.Stumbling down the wrong alley made me witness how ruthless Artem can be... moreA Russian mafia boss kidnapped me, forced me to marry him, and knocked me up.He claimed my virginity, stroked me until I quivered, before he delivered me an ultimatum.Artem Tarasov is as charming as he is ruthless, and almost double my age.He plans on making me his bride, but I can’t give my heart to the enemy, regardless of my surprise pregnancy.My life wasn’t exciting, but I was content…in a way.Stumbling down the wrong alley made me witness how ruthless Artem can be.I’m nothing but a disposable witness, but he kidnaps me instead of killing me.I never imagined what ruthless plans he had for me and my body.Agreeing to a forced marriage to this monster is the only way to save my life.He plays my body like it’s his own instrument, making me call out his name with need.He’s dangerous, cruel, and heartless; yet when he touches me, I can see his scars.Now I’m knocked up with his baby, bound to him for life – how can I escape this nightmare when it feels as if the villain is also the hero?Nothing could’ve prepared me for Artem’s touch, can I escape him before he touches my heart?In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiselled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly? less

An act of kindness would cost me my virginity and now I’m forced to marry a Russian Kingpin.I never expected to fall in love with this older man or to be surprised by a pregnancy.To me, Kostya was a stranger… little did I know about his ruthless career as a criminal.Least of all, I didn’t know he was my father’s greatest enemy.There was a connection between us from the very start, unexpected and explosive.I turned to him for help knowing this alpha male could solve any problems... moreAn act of kindness would cost me my virginity and now I’m forced to marry a Russian Kingpin.I never expected to fall in love with this older man or to be surprised by a pregnancy.To me, Kostya was a stranger… little did I know about his ruthless career as a criminal.Least of all, I didn’t know he was my father’s greatest enemy.There was a connection between us from the very start, unexpected and explosive.I turned to him for help knowing this alpha male could solve any problems.I didn’t plan on allowing him to claim my virginity, cry out his name in ecstasy, or allow him to ravish my body, in return… but I enjoyed every second of being in his arms.Our true identities finally come to light, just as I discover I’m pregnant with the enemy’s unborn child.I try to escape, but he finds me. He tortures my body but refuses me release, until I beg for mercy.Now I’m forced to marry him or my father will pay the consequences.He killed my ex, threatened my father’s life, how can I love this monster?Can I be the loving wife and mother he expects, or will his obsession and cruelty douse the flame that once sparked between us?In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiselled appearance as they are with the code of honour, revenge, and bloodshed they live by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly? less

He took me, forced me to marry him, and now I’m carrying his baby.I came searching for answers, but Roman Tarasov found me first. A much older, ruthless Bratva beast who took me as his bride. I didn’t plan on getting pregnant by a man who only sees me as a pawn in his game of power.He controls every move I make. Locks me away in his mansion. His cold hands claim my body, leaving me no choice but to surrender. I fight him, but he only tightens his grip, making sure I know who’s in charge... moreHe took me, forced me to marry him, and now I’m carrying his baby.I came searching for answers, but Roman Tarasov found me first. A much older, ruthless Bratva beast who took me as his bride. I didn’t plan on getting pregnant by a man who only sees me as a pawn in his game of power.He controls every move I make. Locks me away in his mansion. His cold hands claim my body, leaving me no choice but to surrender. I fight him, but he only tightens his grip, making sure I know who’s in charge.Now, I’m trapped. Pregnant with his heir and bound to a man who shows no mercy. I wanted justice, but all I have is him—dominant, dangerous, and obsessed with keeping me.Will I survive him, or will I break under the weight of his control?In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiselled appearance as they are with the code of honour, revenge, and bloodshed they live by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly? less

He took me as a debt payment, but he’s keeping me as his bride.One minute, I’m an innocent girl with plans.The next, I’m collateral in my father’s twisted deal with the Bratva.He’s much older, ruthless as they come, and dead set on taking what he’s owed.To protect me from his enemies, he demands my obedience—and seals our fate with a forced marriage.In his mansion, I’m under lock and key, with every step watched, every move controlled.He says it’s for my safety, but I know better... moreHe took me as a debt payment, but he’s keeping me as his bride.One minute, I’m an innocent girl with plans.The next, I’m collateral in my father’s twisted deal with the Bratva.He’s much older, ruthless as they come, and dead set on taking what he’s owed.To protect me from his enemies, he demands my obedience—and seals our fate with a forced marriage.In his mansion, I’m under lock and key, with every step watched, every move controlled.He says it’s for my safety, but I know better. His dark gaze doesn’t just threaten—it claims.My innocence, my future, even my body, all promised to him now.And the way he touches me, I know there’s no escaping.I hate him. I crave him. He’s turning me into something new—someone who can’t stop trembling when he’s near.But now I’m carrying his child, bound even closer to a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost.Will he break me beyond repair… or make me his forever?In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiselled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly? less

He paid for my hand in marriage. Now this Bratva monster wants me to give him an heir.He's decades older, hardened, and brutal - a man I despise.Forced into his world, I'm trapped in a web of loyalty, deceit, and desire.My innocence was his prize, taken on our wedding night.He claims me as his own, body and soul, and soon I’m carrying his childEach night, he whispers promises of ruin and pleasure, his eyes burning with passion... moreHe paid for my hand in marriage. Now this Bratva monster wants me to give him an heir.He's decades older, hardened, and brutal - a man I despise.Forced into his world, I'm trapped in a web of loyalty, deceit, and desire.My innocence was his prize, taken on our wedding night.He claims me as his own, body and soul, and soon I’m carrying his childEach night, he whispers promises of ruin and pleasure, his eyes burning with passion.I'm locked in his world, where luxury hides the chains, and my heart trembles at his wrath.But soon, my body craves his possession, and I'm lost in the darkness.His ruthless heart beats only for power, yet in his arms, I find a twisted sense of home.With each passing night, our dangerous dance intensifies, and the stakes escalate.I'm living in his world now, but my past comes to haunt me over and overThe lines blur between hate and desire, and I'm caught in the crossfire.Only one question lurks around, will I survive the monster who owns me?In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiselled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly? less

This Bratva Monster found me. He stole me. And now he says I’m his.A night of weakness led to his bed. I thought I could run, hide his twins, and erase his memory.But Lev Tarasov, Bratva’s most ruthless enforcer, doesn’t forget.Now, I’m locked in his mansion, his dark eyes claiming me with every glance.He’s twice my age, a monster forged in blood and brutality.I hate his dominance, but my body betrays me with every touch.He says I’m his to protect—but I know the cost of his protection... moreThis Bratva Monster found me. He stole me. And now he says I’m his.A night of weakness led to his bed. I thought I could run, hide his twins, and erase his memory.But Lev Tarasov, Bratva’s most ruthless enforcer, doesn’t forget.Now, I’m locked in his mansion, his dark eyes claiming me with every glance.He’s twice my age, a monster forged in blood and brutality.I hate his dominance, but my body betrays me with every touch.He says I’m his to protect—but I know the cost of his protection.One wrong move, and his enemies will tear us apart.His hands are stained with sin, his world built on violence.I should run from the man who stole my freedom.But his presence consumes me, his touch igniting a fire I can’t put out.And when our twins call him “Papa,” I see a side of him no one else can.Can the man who destroyed my life also be the one to save it?In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiselled appearance as they are with the code of honour, revenge, and bloodshed they live by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly? less

I accidentally gave my virginity to a Bratva gangster. After that, he forced me to marry him.A stranger, cold as ice, twice my age, and everything I fearOur agreement was a temporary union, no emotions, no attachmentBut the night he took my innocence, everything changed.The rules have switched now that I'm carrying his child.He demands absolute surrender, and I'm forced to confront the darkness within.He says I belong to him now, and our arrangement is null and void... moreI accidentally gave my virginity to a Bratva gangster. After that, he forced me to marry him.A stranger, cold as ice, twice my age, and everything I fearOur agreement was a temporary union, no emotions, no attachmentBut the night he took my innocence, everything changed.The rules have switched now that I'm carrying his child.He demands absolute surrender, and I'm forced to confront the darkness within.He says I belong to him now, and our arrangement is null and void.Defying him is a reckless game, one that only seems to intensify the hunger in his eyes.His world is dark, his heart darker. Yet, in his arms, I find a twisted sense of safety.Each time he touches me, I’m torn between my need for freedom and my craving for his dominance.I want to run, to escape this life he’s forced me into, but my body betrays me.And as the days pass, I wonder… Can I survive the wrath of the Bratva leader who owns me? or will I surrender everything to him?In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiseled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly? less

He took my innocence and now I’ve developed a forbidden relation with my client.A cruel Bratva boss, his power and anger make him untouchable – and sometimes uncontrollable too.Our agreement was therapy sessions, no attachment, no emotions.But the night he stole my virginity, everything changed.Now he’s obsessed with me, and I can’t escape his grip, no matter how hard I try.I told myself I’d stay professional, keep my distance... moreHe took my innocence and now I’ve developed a forbidden relation with my client.A cruel Bratva boss, his power and anger make him untouchable – and sometimes uncontrollable too.Our agreement was therapy sessions, no attachment, no emotions.But the night he stole my virginity, everything changed.Now he’s obsessed with me, and I can’t escape his grip, no matter how hard I try.I told myself I’d stay professional, keep my distance.But the more he demands, the more I crave everything he offers—and it terrifies me.This is a relationship that could destroy me, but I can’t walk away.His world is brutal, his heart even more so. But I'm helpless to resist its pull.Every time I push back, he pulls me closer, his grip tightening like a vice.I test the chains of his control, but he merely laughs in amusement at my misery.He's a master of manipulation, and I'm just a pawn in his game of power.Can I survive the wrath of the Bratva leader who owns me? or will I surrender everything to him?In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiseled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly? less

Kidnapped at the altar. Forced to marry a Bratva boss. Bound to a monster.I was supposed to marry the perfect man—the one who made me feel safe.But Daniel Tarasov took his place at the altar, slipping a bloodstained ring onto my finger.He’s a Bratva enforcer, twice my age, and he says I belong to him now.He claims it’s revenge, punishment for a crime my family committed.His touch is possessive, his orders absolute... moreKidnapped at the altar. Forced to marry a Bratva boss. Bound to a monster.I was supposed to marry the perfect man—the one who made me feel safe.But Daniel Tarasov took his place at the altar, slipping a bloodstained ring onto my finger.He’s a Bratva enforcer, twice my age, and he says I belong to him now.He claims it’s revenge, punishment for a crime my family committed.His touch is possessive, his orders absolute.I should fear the ruthless man who made me his bride while holding a gun to my father’s head.Instead, I shudder under his dominance, hating how my body betrays me.I vow to escape, to find my way back to the life he stole.But Daniel watches me like a predator, always one step ahead.His cruelty runs deep, yet the way his hands linger on me feels almost… protective.And when the line between hate and desire blurs, nothing will ever be the same.Can I escape the husband who stole me, or will I surrender to the monster who owns me?In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiseled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly? less

He was my enemy, my much older tormentor, and now—my Bratva husband. A Bratva enforcer feared by the devil himself.I’m the Irish mob princess who shouldn’t even be on his radar.He speaks in commands. Moves in silence. Kills without a blink.And when I got engaged to someone else—he didn’t just get angry.He crashed my wedding and claimed me in front of everyone... moreHe was my enemy, my much older tormentor, and now—my Bratva husband. A Bratva enforcer feared by the devil himself.I’m the Irish mob princess who shouldn’t even be on his radar.He speaks in commands. Moves in silence. Kills without a blink.And when I got engaged to someone else—he didn’t just get angry.He crashed my wedding and claimed me in front of everyone.The man who’s haunted my every step now forces me into his world, his control and his bedAnd in the dark, where right and wrong blur, I let him consume me.I tell myself I hate him—I’m supposed to.But every time he touches me, my body forgets his flaws and yearns for more.The more I fight, the more he tightens his grip, like chains made of silk and steel.Now I’m bound to him in a marriage written in blood and sealed with control.Can I survive the storm he’s about to unleash, or will I become just another broken thing he owns?In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiseled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly? less