Bratva Breeding Obsessions Series by Milka Moore

I'm hiding behind a bar when I witness a murder. Not just any murder—a coup. The old pakhan dies at the hands of a man with ice-blue eyes and blood on his expensive suit. Mikhail Morozov. The most dangerous man in Moscow. He finds me. Of course he finds me. I expect a bullet. Instead, he takes me to his mansion. "For my protection," he says. But I know the truth—witnesses don't survive in his world. Then my body starts doing something impossible. Something humiliating. I'm lactating... moreI'm hiding behind a bar when I witness a murder. Not just any murder—a coup. The old pakhan dies at the hands of a man with ice-blue eyes and blood on his expensive suit. Mikhail Morozov. The most dangerous man in Moscow. He finds me. Of course he finds me. I expect a bullet. Instead, he takes me to his mansion. "For my protection," he says. But I know the truth—witnesses don't survive in his world. Then my body starts doing something impossible. Something humiliating. I'm lactating. Producing milk despite never being pregnant, never being touched. The stress, the fear—it's broken something in me. I try to hide it. But Mikhail sees everything. When he discovers my secret, I expect mockery. Disgust. Instead, his eyes darken with hunger I don't understand. He offers to help. To relieve the pressure with his hands. His mouth. I should refuse. Should run. But the relief he offers is intoxicating. And the way he looks at me—like I'm precious, like I'm his—awakens something I've kept buried my entire life. Every night, he milks me. Every night, I fall deeper under his spell. He whispers promises in Russian I don't yet understand. Tells me he wants to put a baby in me. Fill me. Make me his in every way. It should terrify me. It doesn't. I was never supposed to survive that night at the bar. Instead, I found the life I didn't know I was looking for—in the arms of Moscow's most dangerous man. less

I'm leaking through my shirt when Viktor Sokolov breaks into my apartment. He's my former stepbrother. A Bratva enforcer. The man I had a hopeless crush on when I was fifteen. And according to him, someone in the Russian mafia wants me dead. I should be terrified. Instead, my traitorous body responds to every dark look, every possessive touch, every time his massive frame crowds me against a wall. He says he's protecting me. Hiding me in his safehouse until he can eliminate the threat... moreI'm leaking through my shirt when Viktor Sokolov breaks into my apartment. He's my former stepbrother. A Bratva enforcer. The man I had a hopeless crush on when I was fifteen. And according to him, someone in the Russian mafia wants me dead. I should be terrified. Instead, my traitorous body responds to every dark look, every possessive touch, every time his massive frame crowds me against a wall. He says he's protecting me. Hiding me in his safehouse until he can eliminate the threat. But protection isn't what I feel when he discovers my secret. My body's been doing something impossible—something embarrassing, something I can't control. And when the pressure becomes unbearable and I'm desperate for relief, Viktor offers to help. His hands. His mouth. An intimacy I never expected. He drinks from me like he's starving. Makes me come apart with just his lips on my skin. Tells me I'm beautiful when I feel broken. The man who once protected me like a brother now looks at me like he wants to devour me. He admits he kept me safe from the shadows for years—out of duty, out of guilt. But seeing me again as a woman changes everything. Now his control is slipping. His touches linger. His eyes burn with hunger. Because Viktor Sokolov doesn't want to protect me anymore. He wants to claim me completely—as his woman, his wife, the mother of his children. Viktor was supposed to kill me. Instead, he wants to put a baby in me. And I'm going to let him. less

I thought working for the Russian Bratva was the worst decision of my life. Then I met Daniil "The Bear" Baranov. Six-foot-three of brutal enforcer wrapped in expensive suits, he's been watching me for a year. Following me. Learning everything about me. His ice-blue eyes track my every move like I'm prey he's waiting to devour. I call him a Neanderthal thug. He calls me his... moreI thought working for the Russian Bratva was the worst decision of my life. Then I met Daniil "The Bear" Baranov. Six-foot-three of brutal enforcer wrapped in expensive suits, he's been watching me for a year. Following me. Learning everything about me. His ice-blue eyes track my every move like I'm prey he's waiting to devour. I call him a Neanderthal thug. He calls me his. When my body starts doing something impossible—something that leaves me vulnerable and desperate for relief in ways I can't explain—he's the only one who can help me. And Daniil doesn't do anything halfway. He wants me in his bed. In his life. Under his protection. He wants me permanently. But there's a difference between protection and possession. Between keeping me safe and keeping me caged. And when he crosses that line, I have to make an impossible accept the brutal, obsessive enforcer exactly as he is, or walk away from the only man who's ever made me feel completely, terrifyingly alive. The problem? Leaving him might destroy us both. less

I'm broke, homeless, and lactating. Did I mention I'm a virgin? When desperation drives me to Nikolai Orlov's bar, I don't expect him to remember me. We met once, three years ago—I was dating his younger brother. He barely spoke to me. Just watched with dark, hungry eyes that made my skin prickle. He remembers. He gives me a job. An apartment... moreI'm broke, homeless, and lactating. Did I mention I'm a virgin? When desperation drives me to Nikolai Orlov's bar, I don't expect him to remember me. We met once, three years ago—I was dating his younger brother. He barely spoke to me. Just watched with dark, hungry eyes that made my skin prickle. He remembers. He gives me a job. An apartment. And when my body betrays me in the most humiliating way, when I'm crying and desperate and don't know what's wrong with me—he offers a solution that has nothing to do with doctors and everything to do with his hands. His mouth. His complete and utter control. I should run. Should be terrified when I discover just how deep his obsession goes, how long he's been watching, how thoroughly he's controlled my life without me knowing. But here's the twisted truth: I don't want to run. I want to surrender. To this dangerous man who stalks me like prey. Who puts his baby inside me and worships every change to my body. Who claims me so completely that the word "mine" becomes a prayer we both whisper in the dark. My ex's older brother wasn't supposed to be my happily ever after. But some obsessions are worth falling into. less