I don’t just dream about possessive anti-heroes, I crave them. The dark, dangerous ones dripping with Bratva energy, the ones who claim you with a single look and make…
They call me Kitten. I’m their plaything, and I love it. I thrive on it. I need it. Why? It’s like an itch I can’t quite scratch. A craving that doesn’t take away the hunger. A …
Lark has every reason to stay away from he’s her brother’s best friend, the prez of an outlaw MC, and he does not know her daughter is his. But will he let her slip away again?
