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 7
How long she stayed that way after getting to her "threshold" as Dominic had called it, Siena didn't know. But sometime later, the door creaked open.
Siena lifted her head, dazed. Her arms were numb, her thighs sore from being spread for so long. She blinked, pupils adjusting to the soft red light now glowing through the dungeon.
Dominic returned.
But this time, there was no coldness in his face. Only fire.
"I left you on the edge," he said as he knelt before her. "And you didn't scream my name once. Impressive."
She tried to speak, but her throat was dry. Only a soft rasp came out: "Please..."
He unhooked the bar between her knees. The restraints were removed one by one - with reverence, like he was unwrapping a sacred relic. Her limbs shook as blood rushed back in.
But when she moved to crawl toward him, he gripped her hair and held her still.
"No," he growled. "Tonight, I use you. You don't move unless I say so. Do you understand?"
She whimpered. "Yes."
He stood and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, already painfully hard. He gripped her jaw with one hand, slid two fingers between her lips with the other.
"Wet it. Now."
Siena sucked his fingers hungrily, eyes locked on his. Her tongue curled around them like she was begging through every stroke.
"Good girl," he whispered, then dragged her to her knees. "Now show me how desperate you are."
She didn't hesitate. Her mouth took him in deep - messy, eager, with no care for grace or control. She gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, and he held her there, groaning.
"You missed this?" he rasped, pulling her off with a slick pop. "You missed being nothing but a hole for me to use?"
Her only answer was a moan and a nod.
He shoved her back against the padded bench, flipped her over, and dragged her ass into the air. One slap - sharp, punishing - echoed off the walls. Then another.
"Count."
"O-one..."
Another. "Louder."
"Two!" she gasped. "Three! F-four!"
He didn't stop until she was shaking, red and raw.
Then - finally - he slid two fingers into her, groaning at how soaked she was. "You're filthy. I left you like this for hours and you still ache for me?"
She cried out, hips rocking. "Yes - please, Dominic, I need you-"
"You'll get what I give," he snapped, removing his fingers.
He gripped her hips and shoved into her in one brutal thrust.
Siena screamed.
Every denied orgasm came roaring back - the pressure, the hunger, the humiliation. He didn't ease into it. He used her like she was his toy, slamming into her until the bench shook, his fingers bruising her hips.
She was sobbing. Not from pain, but from the overwhelming, drowning wave of finally.
He reached under and found her clit, rubbing it mercilessly. "Now. Come for me. Let it all out, slut."
And she broke. Her body shattered, legs giving out, cries ragged and raw. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, shaking her, choking her breath, flooding her with release after hours of torment.
But he didn't stop. He flipped her over, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her again - this time kissing her through her sobs.
"That's it," he groaned. "That's how you break for me."
She came again. And again.
Until she was a ruined mess in his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline.
Dominic finally slowed, then pulled out, breathing hard. He brushed her sweaty hair from her face.
"Look at you," he murmured. "You survived the edge. And now you know..."
She blinked through tears. "Know what?"
His eyes burned into hers. "You were born to be owned"
*********
The taste of him was still on her tongue.
Siena lay sprawled across Dominic's massive bed, bruises and bite marks blooming like tattoos of ownership across her skin. Her body ached in the best possible way - raw, used, fucked until she forgot her name.
But peace? No.
Dominic hadn't come to bed, and that unease was a slow poison in her gut.
She pulled one of his shirts over her sore body and padded barefoot through the penthouse. The doors were unlocked. Music was playing.
And then she heard it - laughter. A woman's laugh.
Her stomach dropped.
She followed the sound to the sitting room.
Dominic was there, leaning against the bar. Whiskey in hand.
And beside him - a woman. Blonde, poised, legs crossed like a queen. She was stunning. Dressed in silk and sin. She looked Siena up and down, then turned back to Dominic with a smirk.
"This is the one?" she said, voice low and venomous. "She looks... soft."
Siena froze.
Dominic glanced at her. "She's stronger than she looks."
"Really?" the woman said, circling Siena now. "You think she could handle a real scene, Dom? Or is she just a pretty plaything you'll break and discard?"
Siena's spine straightened. "Who are you?"
The woman smiled. "Oh. He didn't tell you?"
Dominic cut in, sharp. "Enough, Lira."
But the damage was done.
Siena's chest squeezed. The name clanged like a memory she hadn't earned.
Lira walked right up to Siena and whispered in her ear, "I taught him everything he knows. Every knot. Every bruise. Every filthy command that makes you drip? I wrote that script, little girl."
She kissed her cheek.
Then turned and walked out.
Siena stared at Dominic, heart hammering. "Is it true?"
He didn't lie.
"Yes", he replied simply.
"And you brought her here?" she asked, a bitter taste in her mouth and a constriction of sorts in her heart. She wasn't jealous, now, was she?
"She came uninvited", he answered
"But you let her stay",she observed and winced as the pain in her chest increased. How could he entertain another woman, one who had such a history with him, right after giving her the best fuck if her life? After giving her multiple orgasms that left her drained, yet satisfied and longing for him?
He remained silent and that alone screamed more than if he had spoken. Siena stepped back.
"Am I just a shadow of her?" she asked, voice trembling.
Dominic came to her then, grabbed her face roughly. "You're not her."
"Then why do I feel like I'm fighting a ghost in your bed?"
His grip softened. "Because you matter more than she ever did. That's why she hates you."
Tears welled up, unbidden. "Then show me. Make me forget her."
But he didn't. Instead, he stepped back. "Not tonight", he said.
And she realized...
He wasn't done punishing her.
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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.