Sold to My Ruthless Bratva King

Prologue

Nadia

Weightlessness. An enclosed metal box. Then—a tooth-grinding crash.

The fluorescent tube overhead flickered twice and died without warning. All the light got sucked out in an instant. Darkness poured in like thick tar, flooding my lungs without mercy.

"No..." I heard myself panting, a raw, broken sound clawing its way out of my throat like a cornered beast.

The air started crushing in. With my vision stolen, the fear came rushing back from the deepest part of my memory.

I was back in that musty middle school equipment room ten years ago.

That locked door pressed right against my nose.

No matter how much I screamed, how hard I kicked, it wouldn't budge.

"Open the door! Let me out!" My nails clawed frantically at the elevator's cold metal seams. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. The panic from my claustrophobia clamped around my throat like a giant fist.

I stumbled backward in the pitch-black silence and slammed hard into a solid chest.

"Shh... breathe."

A low male voice cut through the darkness, right against the back of my neck. It had the texture of velvet in the dark—calm, steady—and it severed my hysteria instantly.

The rough texture of bespoke wool brushed my cheek. He was tall. His broad shoulders blocked out what little air existed in front of me. In this suffocating loss of control, he became my only anchor.

"It's too dark... I can't breathe." I shook all over, my fingers twisting into his suit lapels like a desperate lunatic, pressing myself against him. "Please, do something. Open the door... don't leave me alone in here..."

In this nightmare that tortured me over and over, his body heat was always shockingly hot.

The darkness stole my sight but amplified touch beyond measure. I felt it clearly—a large, rough hand locked around the back of my skull with ease. On his left pinky, a cold metal ring pressed into the sensitive skin behind my ear.

"You know how dangerous this is, don't you?" he whispered near my ear. The vibration traveled through his hard chest into mine.

"Please... don't leave me..."

I rose on my toes, driven by instinct and desperate need, and bit down hard on his lip.

The dream turned scalding and fractured here. He didn't push me away. Instead, he moved like a predator that had been lying in wait, roughly prying my teeth apart and swallowing all my breath.

"Mmm..." A whimper escaped me. My legs went so weak I nearly dropped to the floor.

He caught my thigh with one strong arm and lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the elevator's cold wall. My legs wrapped around his lean waist instinctively. Beneath that perfectly tailored three-piece suit were muscles like stone.

No wasted words. His other hand yanked down my uniform zipper. His scalding palm covered the tender skin on the inside of my thigh. That cold ring dragged across my skin with his rough fingertips, sending electric shocks through me again and again.

"You're shaking pretty hard." He panted low, his burning lips trailing over my collarbone, teeth biting down mercilessly on that fragile skin.

"Shut up... keep going." I locked my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his shoulders.

His fingers forced me open and pushed inside without any preparation. When he felt the tight resistance that belonged to a virgin, his movement stopped abruptly for a beat.

The emergency light flickered weakly just then.

In that faint glow, I finally saw him clearly.

Neatly trimmed beard, dark brown eyes churning with a bone-chilling possessive hunger.

He'd loosened his tie, two shirt buttons undone, and beneath them, bold black tattoos crawled up his full chest all the way to his neck.

He stared at me with a look that had the power to melt bones. "This is your first time." He stated it as fact, his thumb grinding over my most sensitive nerve in punishment.

"Please..." Pleasure and fear of the dark tortured me until tears spilled from the corners of my eyes. I arched up to meet him on my own.

He let out a low, feral growl, yanked down his zipper, and pressed something thick and burning against my entrance.

"Look at me." He commanded. Then, with absolute dominance and a force that allowed no refusal, he drove into me in one powerful thrust.

"Ah—" The tearing pain made me throw my head back uncontrollably. Tears came crashing down.

But he didn't retreat. He didn't give me a chance to escape. His large hand gripped my hip hard, pinning me against him, forcibly crushing that pain and transforming it into a searing, volcanic pleasure.

He was so quiet. He didn't make a single unnecessary sound—only harsh, ragged breathing and the mind-numbing sound of flesh colliding in that enclosed space.

Every thrust went all the way in—raw, savage—as if he wanted to tear me apart completely, or as if he was using this violently brutal possession to keep all those fears outside some barrier.

"Fuck..." He cursed low in my ear, his rough hands digging into my waist. In one final violent thrust, scalding heat flooded my body completely.

"Ding—"

The elevator's emergency light blazed on in white brilliance, letting out a mechanical chime.