But nothing can hide the way he looks at me—like I was made to be ruined by him.
One night. One dance. One stranger who doesn’t ask, doesn’t beg, doesn’t stop.
He whispers that I belong to him. That my body will carry his legacy. That when the mask comes off, I’ll still be his.
I should run.
Instead, I let him claim me in the shadows.
And when dawn comes, I’m not sure if I’ll leave this ballroom carrying his secrets…
or his baby.
Bred by the Masked Bratva is a dark, deliciously sinful standalone in the Masquerade...
The mask hides his face.
The ballroom hides his name.
But nothing can hide the way he looks at me—like I was made to be ruined by him.
One night. One dance. One stranger who doesn’t ask, doesn’t beg, doesn’t stop.
He whispers that I belong to him. That my body will carry his legacy. That when the mask comes off, I’ll still be his.
I should run.
Instead, I let him claim me in the shadows.
And when dawn comes, I’m not sure if I’ll leave this ballroom carrying his secrets…
or his baby.
Bred by the Masked Bratva is a dark, deliciously sinful standalone in the Masquerade series—where every Friday brings another decadent couple, another night of obsession, and another masked Bratva man who won’t let go.
