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The Devil's Bride (His Lustful Obsession)

Siena has known pain longer than she's known love. Raised by cruel guardians who taught her to be silent, obedient, small, she never imagined a life beyond survival-until the night she is sold at a secret auction and bought by the one man no one dares touch. Dominic Blackwell. The Devil in a tailored suit. A man who takes what he wants... and keeps what he claims. Dominic doesn't believe in innocence, but Siena's shatters him. He buys her for one night-and ends up unable to let her go. To the world, he is untouchable. To Siena, he is danger, desire, and the first taste of power she's ever had. But desire has a price. As Siena begins to rise from the ashes of her past, she catches the attention of another man, who is determined to take her away from Dominic -Lucien Ward, his rival, his shadow, the one who believes he can save Siena from the darkness consuming her life. Freedom on one side. Obsession on the other. And a girl who never asked to be fought for. When rivals clash, when secrets burn, when blood stains the floor and love becomes a weapon, Siena must choose: Run from the Devil... or become the only woman he has ever bowed to. In a world built on desire, violence, and possession, Siena will discover that love isn't the light. It's the fire.And she was born to burn in it..
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Chapter 4

Siena's heels clicked softly against the marble as Dominic led her down a long, narrow corridor - blindfolded, leashed.

Yes, leashed.

A black leather collar hugged her throat, and from it, a single silver chain extended to Dominic's hand. Every step was measured, every movement precise. The leash wasn't to restrain her. It was to remind her - she was his.

"Where are we going?" she whispered.

He tugged lightly on the chain, making her pause.

"No questions tonight," he said. "Only obedience."

She bit her lip and nodded, excitement and dread twisting in her belly.

They entered a room warmer than the rest, rich with scent: wine, perfume, leather, and arousal. A low murmur of voices surrounded them - not loud, but close. Siena's body tightened. She could feel them. Watching.

Dominic's breath brushed her ear.

"You're the main event."

Her pulse spiked.

"Tonight," he said, "you'll kneel before power. You'll serve it. And you'll learn that surrender, in the hands of the right man, is the purest kind of freedom."

He removed her blindfold.

The room came into focus.

Dark velvet curtains, gold-gilded sconces, and three couples seated in plush chairs, each masked - expressions hidden, but their hunger obvious. One man was being stroked by a woman in nothing but lace gloves. Another held a crop in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

Siena's breath caught.

She was naked but for the collar.

Dominic turned to the crowd. "My guest is new. Untrained. But exquisite. Tonight, she's here to be seen, to be used - by me. You may observe. You may not touch. If she disobeys me, I expect your silence. If she begs, I expect your patience."

The room murmured its agreement.

Dominic guided Siena to a raised platform draped in red velvet.

"Up," he commanded.

She climbed on all fours, heart in her throat. He fastened her wrists to hooks above her, spreading her wide and vulnerable. Her back arched, her breasts dangling, her ass lifted - a perfect display.

Her cheeks flushed with heat - from shame, yes, but also from something far darker.

Desire.

Dominic circled her, letting the audience drink her in.

"She craves control," he announced. "But only when it's stolen from her."

He ran a leather flogger over her spine, teasing, slow.

Siena whimpered.

"She begs," he continued, "but rarely from her mouth. She begs with her body. See the way she shakes? How wet she is without a single blow?"

A low murmur rippled through the room.

Then - crack - the flogger struck her thighs.

Siena gasped, but her cry turned into a moan halfway through.

Crack.

He hit her again - this time across her ass, the sting sharper, deliberate. Her knees buckled slightly, but Dominic was behind her in a second, holding her steady.

"Good girl," he murmured, fingers trailing down to her slick folds.

She groaned, writhing.

"You want to come, don't you?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"Louder."

"Yes, Sir."

"But you don't get to yet."

He struck her again, and she cried out - her voice echoing through the silent, watching room.

Then he did something new.

Dominic moved to her front, kneeling in front of the platform. His eyes locked with hers, fierce and full of something she didn't yet understand - pride, lust, even reverence.

"Siena," he said, voice dark velvet, "I want you to look at them while I fuck you."

Her breath caught.

He unfastened his pants and, in one smooth motion, drove into her.

She screamed, not from pain - from the sheer intensity. From being filled in front of strangers. From being owned so publicly.

His thrusts were hard, slow, punishing. Each one knocked the breath from her lungs. Her wrists strained against the cuffs. Her whole body trembled.

"Open your eyes," he demanded.

She did.

The masked strangers watched her - wide-eyed, aroused, unblinking.

It should have made her feel small.

Instead... it made her feel powerful.

"Good girl," Dominic growled. "Now come. Let them see what it looks like when you fall apart for me."

And she did.

Her orgasm tore through her like fire - primal, devastating. She screamed his name and came so hard her legs gave out.

He caught her. Held her.

Carried her from the stage like a ruined queen.

And the audience?

They applauded. The applause was defeating and when she stole another glance at them before the curtains fell, she could see their hunger. A lot were already holding their groins. Some moving their hands through the length of their cock. And though she had just come violently, she was excited again. She looked at Dominic and he seemed to sense her need. He carried her into a room and kicked the door shut.

Sienna was already panting with desire. Her body was trembling.

He threw her into the bed. "Lie with your back up!" he ordered.

She obeyed, licking her lips in expectation.

"You are already dripping", he observed. "We're you not sated just now before the crowd?" he asked.

"I need more!" she confessed, simply.

"You will have to work for it. Beg for it", he replied .

Smack!

His hands landed on her soft buttocks and she moaned.

Smack!

Her mom and grew louder.

"You are not going to peak, without my permission, he warned.

"Yes, sir!" she breathed like someone in agony.

Smack!

"Please", she said.

He flipped her over.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Take me!" she pleaded.

His face contorted. "You want to come?" he asked.

"I want you to fuck me very hard!" she breathed.

"You forget what I told you", he said, his voice menacing and husky.

"Yes, you don't fuck, you ruin", she replied even as he spanked her butt once again. "Please, Dominic", she cried.

"Say my name again!" he ordered.

"Dominic", she breathed.

He tied her hands to the bed post, his breathing laboured, his hands spreading her legs far apart, and thrust into her. She arched towards him, answering his every thrust with hers.

"Harder! Harder!" she moaned.

"Shut up!" he could ordered. "Who asked you to speak? You need to be taught a lesson." He made to withdraw from her but she drew him back in with her legs, wrapping them around him.

"You have really grown very bold", he observed

She started trembling. "Please Don't nic", she whimpered.

He thrust into her with so much force that she shattered, her screams ear piercing.

He started moving faster, evident he was close to his release. He stilled and then started jerking, spurting into her.

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