Plaything Of The Enemy
He killed my brother. I swore I'd make him pay. But now I'm trapped in his penthouse... and I think I'm falling for him.
As the youngest son of the Romano mafia, Luca swore vengeance on the man who killed his brother-Damian Moretti, the cold, ruthless billionaire don of the rival Moretti family.
But when a failed assassination attempt leaves Luca at Damian's mercy, he's not tortured. He's... kept.
And he says Luca belongs to him now.
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Chapter 5
"You didn't seem to mind when I pulled the trigger."
"I was in shock."
Damian set the glass down, slow and deliberate. "You were not."
Luca's breath hitched.
Damian stepped closer, stalking him like a panther. "You're angry. That's good. I need you to be angry. But don't lie to me."
He pressed his hand to Luca's chest. Right over his heart.
"You wanted that man to die. And I made it happen."
"You're insane," Luca whispered.
"I'm efficient."
"You killed someone like it meant nothing."
Damian leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Luca's ear.
"You think this world has space for mercy?"
He handed Luca a matte black pistol.
Luca stared at it like it might explode.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Use it," Damian said. "Or keep being prey."
Luca swallowed.
"This was my brother's life?" he asked. "Deals, blood, secrets?"
Damian's eyes darkened. He just stepped close again. "You want revenge? Then step into my world fully. Stop pretending you're clean."
There was a long pause. Luca's fists clenched. His heart wasn't just beating fast, it was slamming, as if it too wanted to escape this twisted, volatile space between them.
Then he snapped.
With a low growl, Luca shoved Damian backward hard until his spine hit the wall with a sharp thud. Damian grunted, his jaw ticking, but his eyes lit up like he'd been waiting for this.
"You're not the only one who can take control," Luca snarled.
Their mouths crashed together in a brutal collision of teeth and spit and fury. It wasn't just a kiss, it was a claim and a challenge. Luca bit down on Damian's lower lip until he tasted blood, then licked it off with a sneer.
"You think I'm just your toy?" Luca whispered against Damian's mouth.
Damian's growl vibrated through both their chests. He grabbed Luca by the throat tight enough to make him gasp and slammed him around, spinning him to face the glass wall of the suite.
Luca's palms hit the cold surface. His breath fogged it.
Damian's body pressed against his from behind, one hand pinning his neck, the other tearing at the belt around Luca's waist with brutal efficiency.
"I don't want obedience," Damian hissed against his ear. "I want resistance. I want to break you piece by piece until the only thing you beg for is me."
The belt slid free with a sharp hiss.
Clothes came next, the shirts shredded, pants shoved down with impatient hands. Damian's mouth was everywhere. Teeth scraping along Luca's shoulder, biting down on his collarbone until Luca moaned angry, raw, involuntary.
"Fucking hate you," Luca spat.
"Good," Damian muttered. "Hate me while I ruin you."
His hand shoved between Luca's legs, rough and possessive. He didn't tease. He took. Palming him, stroking him just enough to make Luca's hips buck. But when Luca tried to gain control tried to grind back Damian stopped altogether.
"Beg."
"Go to hell."
Damian smiled darkly and leaned in. His tongue traced the shell of Luca's ear. "Then I guess you don't want me to fuck you tonight."
Luca's hands curled into fists against the glass. His voice was a whisper-shout. Desperate. Furious.
"You're such a bastard."
"And yet your cock is hard."
A single touch lower now dragging between his thighs, and Luca shuddered. Damian pushed his own pants down enough to free himself, grinding the thick, hot length of him between Luca's cheeks with a promise of what was coming. He spat into his hand, slicked himself quickly, and leaned his weight in slow, threatening.
Damian grabbed him by the jaw, yanked his face to the side, forcing him to look into his eyes.
"Say you want this."
There was venom in Luca's voice. But submission in his body.
"I want it," he hissed.
"Good."
Damian didn't ease in gently.
He pushed inside with one hard, unforgiving thrust, drawing a gasp so loud from Luca it fogged the glass again. Luca's body clenched around him, legs trembling, hands slipping as he tried to hold onto something anything that wasn't Damian.
Damian didn't give him a chance.
He fucked him like he was owned him.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room, mixing with Luca's ragged groans and Damian's low grunts.
Each thrust was a punishment. A promise and a reminder that Luca was no longer untouched by this world. He was deep in it now being taken by the man who'd torn his life apart.
Damian leaned forward, one hand braced on the glass beside Luca's. The other wrapped around Luca's cock and began stroking in time with his thrusts.
"You're going to come for me, Luca," he growled into his ear. "You're going to come like a whore who's finally found his master."
"F-fuck you-"
"You already are."
Luca tried to fight it. But he was drowning.
In lust. In anger. In Damian's scent and heat and brutal, unrelenting rhythm.
When he came, it was violent. Shaking. He nearly collapsed against the glass as he spilled in Damian's hand, crying out with a sound that was half-curse, half-ecstasy.
But Damian wasn't done.
He pulled out just long enough to flip Luca around, eyes wild, hair damp, chest heaving and shoved him back against the glass. Their eyes locked.
And then Damian was inside him again.
This time, he kissed him possesively while he moved.
Teeth dragging across lips, tongues tangling, hands roaming like he wanted to own every inch of Luca's body from the inside out.
He came with a hiss of Luca's name, burying himself deep, gripping Luca's hip so tightly it would leave bruises. They were shaking, both of them, pressed together, breathless, blood-hot and strung out.
The silence that followed wasn't peaceful.
It was charged.
Damian pulled out slowly, breathing hard, and grabbed a towel to clean them both. When he came back, he tossed Luca's torn shirt over his bare chest.
His legs were still trembling. "Why do I feel like I'm drowning in you?" he whispered hoarsely.
Damian didn't smile.
He walked to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out what he gave to him on the first night.
Then he answered his question.
"Because you are."
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Ayleen Avery was just a struggling hotel worker trying to survive her shift. But during a sudden blackout, she accidentally stumbled into the pitch-black VIP suite of a ruthless billionaire driven mad by chronic insomnia.
Calmed only by her unique natural scent of roses and rain, the terrifying man attacked her from the shadows and forced himself on her. Terrified and broken, Ayleen fled at dawn, unknowingly leaving behind her late mother's antique rose necklace in his bed.
Her greedy coworker found the necklace, claimed to be the woman from that night, and was instantly swept into a life of luxury. Meanwhile, Ayleen was blackmailed into a forced marriage with her attacker—Cassius Doyle—to save her adoptive father from prison. Deceived by the stolen necklace, Cassius believed Ayleen was a manipulative spy. He brought the coworker into their home and paraded her around the master bedroom.
"In this house, you are lower than the dirt on my shoes."
He choked Ayleen, forced her to sleep in a damp storage room, and treated her with violent disgust while pampering the thief.
Ayleen was suffocating in absolute despair. She had lost her innocence, her freedom, and her mother's only relic to a vicious liar. She couldn't understand how this all-powerful man could be so completely blind. Why couldn't he recognize the very scent that had cured his agonizing madness?
Staring at the dark bruises he had just left on her neck, Ayleen wiped the blood from her lip. She would endure this three-month marriage to secure her family's safety, but once the contract ended, she would expose the truth and tear down the fake savior he cherished so much.
8.6
As the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, I was treated worse than a stray dog, while my younger sister Seraphina was their precious princess.
When the family needed someone to marry a dying billionaire heir, they naturally chose me to take her place.
To force my consent, my brothers held a peanut butter sandwich to my face—knowing it was a lethal allergy—while dangling my EpiPen just out of reach.
On speakerphone, my own mother sighed in annoyance.
"Let her die. It might be for the best."
I choked out an agreement just as my throat closed up. But the forced engagement broke my sacred mystical vow, causing me to violently cough up my own lifeblood.
Seeing the blood, Seraphina dramatically fainted. My brothers instantly carried her to the hospital, stepping over my dying body and leaving me to bleed out on the cold marble floor.
I had to use a forbidden blood rune, draining my last ounce of strength, just to survive the night.
Even the mystical Order I served offered no comfort, calling only to demand I secure ten billion dollars for them or forfeit my soul for eternity.
Abandoned by my blood family and my spiritual master, I was completely alone, left with nothing but a broken body and a ticking clock.
But they made one fatal mistake: they let me live.
I turned to the dying heir they forced me to marry, a man plagued by a dark curse only I could cure.
"I will be your wife, and I will save your life," I told him.
In exchange, I would use his unimaginable wealth and power to make everyone who threw me away pay the ultimate price.
9.2
Nyra Hearthe is a brilliant scientist, forced into an arranged marriage to the fierce Vampire lord Ardonis Stepanov. The vampire just wants her as a breeding vessel to get an heir and on their wedding-night, he took her virginity in the most humiliating way. Ardonis and his mistress Elara, plan to take the child away from Nyra when its born and divorce her.
She learns about their plot when she catches them in bed together. Pregnant and heartbroken, she vanished without a trace.
And now she's back.
As his new boss and the only scientist who can cure his deadly vampire illness that has infected him. He has just six months to live now.
He needs her cure to survive. She needs his body to complete her research. And this time, he is at her mercy. Their son stands between them, a living reminder of the day she walked away.
In the lab, power shifts and new desires surface, will Nyra save the man who broke her? Or make him suffer as she once did?
7.4
Helena woke up in a sheer silk slip, trapped inside the romance novel she had read the night before.
She was the doomed villainess.
And she had just executed the most pathetic plot in the book: hiding in the closet to seduce her cold, ruthless legal guardian, Hayward.
It was the exact move that got the original Helena thrown out on the street to die.
"Helena, your time is up. Get out."
Hayward's freezing voice came from the other side of the door.
He didn't just reject her. He threatened to strip her of her trust fund and permanently lock her in a psychiatric ward.
Everyone in the massive estate despised her, treating her like trash.
To force her to break, Hayward exiled her to the company's worst design department, a graveyard for corporate failures.
At the same time, her innocent step-sister, the novel's female lead, was being cornered and harassed by a predatory manager.
Helena was suffocating under the original owner's ruined reputation.
She was surrounded by hostile eyes, everyone just waiting for her to throw a tantrum and completely self-destruct.
Why should she be forced to pay the ultimate price for the original villain's deadly mistakes?
Instead of screaming or begging, Helena wrapped herself in an oversized coat and played the perfect, submissive lunatic to survive.
She completely flipped the script and took the terrified female lead under her wing.
When that manager tried to lay a hand on her new sister, Helena didn't hesitate to crush his foot with her stiletto.
7.5
A single reckless action is all it takes to destroy and ruin literally everything in a person's my life. Anna's Life.
She gave herself to a stranger... and the next morning he disappeared without a trace.
She later out I was pregnant with his child.
Her family and friends completely condemned,abonded and left her all alone.
And that was the beginning of her misery and the start of something she never for once saw coming.
7.1
For six years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Hartwell Ware, enduring his coldness because I thought my love could eventually thaw his heart.
Then, my friend sent me a photo. Hartwell was at the airport, tenderly holding the waist of his first love, Eveline Craig.
He came home smelling of her synthetic rose perfume, accused me of stalking him, and coldly demanded a divorce.
His lawyer handed me a thick settlement agreement. It offered astronomical alimony and luxury properties, but it came with a humiliating ten-page non-disclosure agreement.
He wanted to buy my silence. He wanted to strip me of my rights to our son and gag me permanently, just so he could parade his new life with Eveline without any PR backlash.
Even now, he still thought I was a gold digger who had orchestrated a media scandal to trap him into marriage.
I stared at the man I had worshipped for two thousand days. My six years of desperate devotion had been nothing but a humiliating, one-sided delusion.
Hope was finally dead, and with it, my tears had completely dried up.
He expected me to cry, to beg, to negotiate for more millions.
Instead, I snatched the pen, crossed out the massive alimony, and signed my name on the dotted line.
"I am taking the basic child support, and not a single red cent more."
Leaving my five-carat diamond ring on the marble table, I walked out the door with nothing but my old suitcase.