Dark Confession

Kirjeldus

The Mile‑High Club wasn’t the sin that d*mned me…
Falling for the devil was.

At 30,000 feet, I’m seconds from unraveling.
Then he appears mid-panic. Silver hair, eyes like winter storms.
“Breathe for me,” he orders.
Low. Dangerous. Impossible to resist.

He takes me to a private room…
My surrender traded for pleasure so dark I forget who I am.
Then he vanishes.
Without a name.

I think I’ll never see him again.
Until the ghosts of my past drag me straight to his door.

Every clue in my family’s disappearance leads to one brutal name…
Yuri Ivanov.
Bratva billionaire.
King of blood and secrecy.
The stranger who owned me at thirty thousand feet.

Now he’s sitting across my desk.
Those glacial daring me to unlearn him.

“Congratulations,” he murmurs.
“You don’t just work for me, malyshka. You belong to me.”

I came chasing ghosts…
Now I’m carrying something far worse—
the devil’s baby.
And if he ever learns the truth, he’ll burn the world just to keep me caged.