What do you think?
Rate this book


252 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 23, 2018








She wants me to be the bad guy. It’s a good damn thing I enjoy the hell out of that notion.
I’m no sun. But it felt good to shine like one, even if only for a moment.

My chest cracks open, and I let this girl in. I know it’s foolish. Everyone I let in either dies or betrays me or leaves me.


“Even if I never use you. You are mine.”
“The Volkov women are known for having spines of steel – they do what needs to be done when the moment arrives.”
“Nothing will snuff out what has begun to rage between us. An inferno.”
Ven Book 2
Vasiliev men aren't weak
Vasiliev men bow to no one
Vasiliev men are kings








Irina blinds me. Weakens me. Destroys me with her sweetness. And I can’t look away. I willingly allow her to ruin every single thing about me.
I’m no longer Vlad, the great Russian mobster who plays the game better than anyone.
I’m hers.

...all I want to do is drown myself in Vlad’s intoxicating scent. Wrap my legs around his slim waist and ride him like a prized stallion. He’s under my skin, burrowed so deep, I don’t think I’ll ever get him out.



Vasiliev men aren’t weak.
Vasiliev men bow to no one.
Vasiliev men are kings.


” My father may think he designed these games—not just The V Games, but every game in life. What he never counted on was for someone to change the rules. New Rule Number One: You hurt my brother, I fucking hurt you.”
” I’ve been watching him from the background since I could walk. Learning, deconstructing, and pining despite my brain wishing I didn’t. But it’s impossible not to. He’s my favorite addiction. I take him in like air to my lungs and breathe.”


“’When you’re staring at the sun, you can’t see a shadow.’ His voice is low and husky.”


“’When you were a child, I just wanted you to paint me. To make something ugly and destined for destruction to be beautiful. Just once. I wanted to be something beautiful and worthy even if only for a moment. To capture the real me in one instant and lock me there. I wanted to be yours, then and forever. It didn’t make sense, but my heart whispered these things to me. Promised I’d have you one day. You’d do more than paint me, you’d paint yourself all over my soul.’”







