Claimed by the Masked Bratva (The Bratva Masquerade #1)

I only came because my sister got sick and didn’t want to waste the ticket. It’s just one night, she says. One masquerade. One party…

I don’t belong in this world of masks and marble and men who look like they own secrets, and people. I’m a botanist, not a socialite. A woman who studies plants, not power.

Then I see him.

I don’t know his name. I don’t need to. The moment his eyes lock onto mine across the ballroom, everything else disappears. The music. The crowd. The illusion that I can walk away untouched.

Sebastian doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t charm. He claims.

He looks at me like I’m something rare he’s just discovered and decided to keep. When he takes my hand, the choice is already gone. When he pulls me into his arms, I realise this isn’t a dance. It’s a warning.

I know I should run. Instead, I let him lead.

One night turns into a suite high above the city. Into his hands on my body. His voice in my ear. His control stripping me down until all that’s left is need. He doesn’t pretend this is temporary. He tells me I belong to him, and my body believes him before my mind can catch up.

I tell myself it’s just the masquerade. Just one reckless night. But when morning comes, Sebastian isn’t done with me.

And the most dangerous truth of all…I don’t want him to be.

Claimed by the Masked Bratva is a dark, high-heat instalove romance featuring anonymity, obsession, possessive domination, and instant emotional surrender, with a guaranteed HEA.

This is a short, addictive read meant to be devoured in one sitting (two hours or less). Perfect for readers who want immediate intensity, dangerous devotion, and no slow burn.

If you crave powerful men who recognise what’s theirs the moment they see it…step behind the mask and start reading.