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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9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
8.6
THE SKY IS A CAGE. THE EARTH IS A GRAVE. SHE IS THE KEY.
In a broken, post-apocalyptic world, Dr. Evelyn Harper is the last hope of the sky-borne survivors; until she is cast down to the deadly, toxic surface below.
There, she does not find death. She finds Ren, a savage, powerful Alpha werewolf who rules the mutated survivors of the Ash.
They are enemies by birth. She is human. He is a beast. She belongs to the stars. He belongs to the ruins.
But the moment they touch, a ghost heartbeat explodes between them; a raw, inescapable psychic bond that marks her as his fated Luna.
To her people, she is a tool.To him, she is a prophecy. To each other, they are a cross-star fatal attraction too dangerous to want, too powerful to resist.
Loving him means betraying her kind. Saving her people means destroying his. But the bond between them is not just forbidden; it is ancient, hungry, and impossible to break.
She came to fix the world.He will make her rule it.
8.7
I arrived at the hotel with Julian's favorite takeout, ready to surprise my fiancé before our big merger. But the moment I swiped the keycard, the silence of the hallway felt heavy and wrong.
Inside, a red-soled stiletto lay on the marble floor-the same one I'd watched my best friend Lila try on at Saks last week. Through the cracked bedroom door, I watched Julian's back arch as Lila looked me straight in the eye and smiled, wrapping her legs tighter around him to mock my heartbreak.
I fled to the penthouse to hide, only to find Grafton, Julian's "crippled" brother, waiting in the dark. To my horror, the man who was supposed to be paralyzed stood up from his wheelchair, gripped my chin with cold fingers, and forced me to sign a contract that gave him control of my family's shares. He knew about my mother's secret medical bills and used them to buy my silence, effectively turning my life into a calculated game of corporate chess.
The betrayal tasted like acid, and the injustice of it all burned in my throat. My fiancé was a liar, my best friend was a thief, and the man now controlling my fate was a predator who had been faking his disability for years.
I couldn't understand how everyone I trusted had turned out to be a monster. I was trapped between a man who cheated on me and a man who wanted to own me, with no way out and no one to turn to.
But when Julian came looking for me, Grafton didn't hide; he stood tall, looming over me with a possessive glint in his eyes. "Help me destroy Julian," I rasped, realizing that to survive the Faulkner men, I had to become the most dangerous player of them all.
7.5
To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.
But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.
"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."
He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.
He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.
He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.
Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.
7.7
I've been hiding my face from the world for seven years.
He's been hiding his heart for just as long.
When Grammy-winning musician Dante Rivers offers me $150,000 to be his fake girlfriend for six months, I should say no.
I'm Veil-the anonymous digital artist with millions of fans and a face no one has ever seen. I don't do cameras. I don't do crowds. And I definitely don't do fake relationships with devastatingly private men whose studio walls are covered in my artwork.
But my father's last dream is slipping away-and this contract is the only way to save it.
The rules are simple:
No real feelings.
No crossed boundaries.
No falling for Dante Rivers.
Except nothing about him is simple.
Not the way he shields me from paparazzi like I matter.
Not the way his music sounds like secrets meant only for me.
Not the way he looks at me like he sees through every wall I've built.
What he doesn't know is that I'm already part of his life.
I'm the anonymous artist behind his album covers.
The one he's trusted with his most private thoughts.
The ghost he's been searching for without ever meeting.
And now I'm falling for him twice-
once as the girl in his guesthouse
and once as the mystery he doesn't know he's already holding.
When the truth comes out, it won't just break the contract.
It might break us.
7.0
I stood at the altar, ready to bind my soul to Holden, the man I had loved since we were pups.
But the moment his stepsister, Jaidyn, let out a shrill scream, he ripped his hand away from mine.
He abandoned me in front of the entire pack, cradling her in his arms and claiming his wolf had chosen her over me.
The humiliation didn't end there.
When I tried to leave, Holden kidnapped me.
He locked a silver collar around my neck, searing my skin and cutting off my connection to the world.
He dragged me to a filthy dungeon, ignoring my screams, and began draining my blood to "save" Jaidyn.
As my life force faded into the IV bag, I watched Jaidyn smirk behind his back, her "wounds" healing instantly.
Holden called me a monster for hurting her, blind to the truth.
To him, I was just a weak, latent wolf—a spare blood bag for his mistress.
But they made a fatal mistake.
They didn't know that the "weakness" inside me was actually a dormant power waiting to explode.
And they certainly didn't know that my rejection of Holden had already summoned a new mate.
The terrifying Lycan King, Alphons, was coming.
And when he arrives, he will burn their world to the ground.