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 6
Two days later, they got an invitation, it arrived at midnight. There was no return address. Just a black wax seal, the imprint of a serpent coiled around a rose. Siena opened it slowly, the paper thick and perfumed - the script a curling whisper across the page.
"The Circle summons you. Dress in submission. Enter without fear. Speak only when bidden."
Siena's heart raced.
Dominic was already dressed when she turned. Dark slacks. A vest that clung to his body like armor. No tie. No smile.
"You're coming with me," he said simply. "And they will test you."
"Who are they?" she asked.
He hesitated. "People like us. But older. Hungrier. Less kind."
She dressed in what he laid out for her: black lace corset, nothing beneath. Stockings. Heels. The collar with his ring.
And a long, sheer robe she knew wouldn't stay on for long. She felt fear. But she also felt excitement.
They drove in silence through the night to a brownstone hidden in the upper east - guarded, discreet, decadent.
Inside: a parlor lit by chandeliers and tension. Men and women lounged in leather chairs and velvet couches. Some wore masks. Some wore nothing at all. Submissives knelt at their masters' feet, eyes downcast. Eyes followed Siena as she entered, hand in Dominic's.
A woman in crimson approached them. Tall. Pale. Lips like knives.
"Dominic," she purred. "You've returned. With this... thing." Her tone was condescending.
Siena stiffened.
Dominic didn't flinch. "She has a name. Siena". But his voice was cold.
The woman smiled, eyes raking Siena's body. "She's raw. Undisciplined. Ripe for breaking."
"She's mine," Dominic said. "And she kneels only for me." He was not going to share his submissive with anyone.
But Siena saw the flicker of tension in his eyes.
"She's pretty," the woman said. "But pretty things bleed well."
Siena's pulse jumped. What did she mean by that? she thought wildly.
Dominic leaned in close and whispered, "Don't speak unless I allow it. They'll try to provoke you. This is the first war you fight - not with pain, but poise."
For hours, Siena knelt beside him while the Circle toyed with her. Veiled insults. Offers to "borrow" her. Subtle slights about her posture, her marks, her obedience.
One man - masked in silver - even approached and stroked her hair.
"She doesn't flinch," he murmured. "That makes her dangerous."
"Or stupid," said another.
Siena bit her tongue. How was she to react? Dominic said she should fight this war with poise and yet the people here that were supposed to be impressed are complaining. Then the woman in crimson circled back.
"She doesn't speak," she said mockingly. "Does she even think? Or is she just your doll?"
Dominic didn't respond.
But Siena did.
She looked up - eyes calm, voice smooth.
"I think. I kneel. I bleed if I must. But I do not break for strangers."
The room went still. Then - slow applause.
The crimson woman stared. Then laughed.
"She might survive, after all."
Dominic pulled Siena close.
"You've won your place tonight," he whispered. "But they'll come for you harder next time."
Siena kissed the ring on her collar.
"Let them," she whispered. "I only kneel for you".
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Siena's breath misted in the cold air.
She was blindfolded, arms bound behind her back in silk rope, standing on the rough stone floor of an unfamiliar room. She had no idea how she got here - only that Dominic had whispered, "Trust me. Tonight, you will find your threshold. And I will take you to its edge."
Then the world went dark.
Her dress had been cut from her body hours ago - she could still feel the trailing edge of his blade. Every part of her was exposed, trembling, anticipating.
A sound: boots on stone. Siena swallowed.
Then his voice - low, cruelly calm.
"You're afraid."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good." His hand wrapped around her throat - not choking, just reminding her who owned her breath. "Fear is honesty. It means you haven't lied to yourself about what you want."
She heard the sound of something dragged across the floor - metal on metal. Shackles? A chair?
"I told you I would take you to the threshold. You've shown bravery, Siena. Now show obedience."
Her heart thudded.
A cold chain slipped around her waist. He clipped it to the front of her collar. A soft tug, and she stumbled forward, led like a lamb to slaughter.
Dominic seated her on something padded and cold. Leather. A bench? A cross?
"Open your legs."
She hesitated.
He slapped her - lightly, sharply - across the cheek.
"Obedience. Now", he ordered.
She opened her legs, wide.
A bar was locked between her knees, holding them wide. Straps bound her ankles.
Then silence.
Tight, aching silence that stretched for minutes. Long enough for her pulse to spike, her skin to flush. Then- click. Music filled the air.
A speaker crackled to life - low, throbbing bass like a heartbeat in a dungeon. And over it, his voice.
"I want you to sit in your fear. Feel it. Don't run from it. Let it fuck you."
A sudden pressure between her legs - a toy, thick and vibrating. It was pressed inside her without warning, forcing a breathless moan from her throat.
"Too much?" he asked.
She shook her head, panting.
He turned it up. And walked away.
She screamed into the blindfold.
Minutes passed. Or hours. She didn't know.
The vibration was relentless - just shy of climax. Her thighs burned from strain. Her body was dripping, shaking. Her nipples were pinched beneath clamps, and every breath was a battle between pleasure and madness. She could not stop moaning and whimpering.
"Oh..mmmmm..Dominic...please".
Then she heard it: footsteps again. It was closer. Slower.
Something was placed against her lips.
"Drink." It was an order.
Water. She sipped gratefully, whimpering.
His fingers wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"You're beautiful like this. Ruined. Desperate."
"Please..." she choked.
"Please what?" he asked, heartlessly.
"Please let me come", she pleaded.
"Beg." Another order.
She sobbed. "Please, Dominic. Please, I need it - I need to break."
He chuckled, "I haven't even started".
Then he turned off the toy.
Siena screamed - not in pain, but in frustration. She was left trembling, wrecked, craving what she'd been denied. Her body pulsed with stolen heat. Her mind was fogged with lust.
He kissed her forehead.
"You just crossed the threshold," he whispered. "And now you know the truth..."
His tongue traced her jaw. "Obedience isn't just about pain. It's about patience."
He removed her blindfold at last. Her vision blurred.
Dominic stood over her, shirtless now. His belt was off. His cock was hard, dripping.
But he didn't touch her.
He kissed her mouth. Soft. Reverent.
Then whispered, "You don't get to come until you've earned it."
And he left her there. Alone. Wet. Bound.
The sound of the lock echoed through the room as he walked away.
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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.