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..
Chapters
Share
Chapter 8
The door clicked shut behind him.
Siena stood frozen in the empty living room, the echo of Lira's perfume still clinging to her skin like poison. Her heart thudded with fury and shame. Her pulse was a war drum. Her body was sore in all the ways Dominic had taught her - but tonight, she felt nothing like a submissive.
She felt discarded.
She stormed back into the bedroom, yanked off his shirt, and threw it across the room. Her bare body trembled, not with arousal - but rage.
He left her aching. He let that woman touch her. He walked away.
Siena went to the closet, pulled open the drawer with his toys - her collar, his ropes, the gag that made her whimper like a sinner in a confessional. She stared at them.
A part of her wanted to kneel. Another part wanted to burn.
"I'm not a fucking toy," she whispered.
Then louder, "I'm not a fucking toy!"
She threw the drawer to the floor.
Ropes, silk cuffs, and polished leather scattered like relics of her surrender. She stood over them, panting, furious. And something inside her snapped.
She walked into his office.
Past the guards. Past the warnings.
Dominic was at his desk, reading a file.
His eyes flicked up. Cool. In control.
Until he saw her - naked, furious, unashamed.
"Siena."
"I'm not yours if you can't even look at me after you've touched me."
He stood. "You need to calm-"
"Don't tell me to calm down. Not after what you did. You made me crave you. You twisted me into someone who begs for your hands - and then you leave me to rot while your ex marks her territory?"
His voice dropped. Dangerous. "She's not my-"
"Don't lie to me!" she shouted.
She crossed the room, slapped a hand down on his desk.
"I've obeyed you. I've surrendered. I let you do things to me that made me cry, moan, scream. And I liked it. I fucking loved it. But I won't be your understudy to some ghost you refuse to bury."
He moved around the desk slowly, predator calm.
"You think you can challenge me, Siena?"
She didn't flinch. "I already am."
He stepped so close she could smell the bourbon on his breath.
"You want to be punished?" he whispered.
"No," she hissed. "I want to be seen."
Something flickered in his eyes. Like pain. Like pride.
He reached for her jaw, but she slapped his hand away.
"Not like that," she whispered. "If you want me, then fight for me."
A long silence.
Then, low and dangerous: "Be careful what you ask for."
"I'm not afraid of you", she asserted.
He smiled like the devil himself. "You should be."
Then he turned... and walked away again. But this time, she didn't cry. This time, she smiled.
Because she'd gotten under his skin.And the next time he touched her? It wouldn't be a scene. It would be war.
*******""
Dominic had gone two days without summoning her.
Two days of silence.
Two days where his staff eyed her like she was radioactive - the girl who defied the master. The one who left the punishment room standing tall.
But Siena didn't cower. She trained. In the private gym, she pushed her body to its limit. Not for him - for herself.
In the library, she devoured books on control, bondage, even Dom/sub psychology. She wasn't some naïve girl lost in his world anymore.
She was learning it. She was preparing.
So when the summons finally came, when she was told he'd meet her at midnight in the Black Room - she didn't tremble. She smiled.
She wore nothing under the silk robe he left on her bed.
She walked barefoot, head high, heart steady, and entered the room where he'd broken her before.
Except this time - she wasn't the one on her knees.
Dominic stood by the wall, sleeves rolled, jaw locked. Shadows from the candlelight played on his face like war paint.
He didn't speak. He just watched her enter.
And she did something bold. Something reckless.
She walked to the center of the room... and dropped the robe.
Nude. Proud. Powerful.
"Close the door," she said.
He didn't move.
"I said, close it."
His brow arched - but he obeyed.
The door shut with a soft, ominous click.
"I'm not here to be your plaything tonight," she said. "You want to test my obedience. But what happens when I test your control?"
He stepped forward. "Siena..."
She held up a hand.
"No titles. No orders. Just us."
She picked up one of his ties - blood-red silk - and slowly wrapped it around her own wrist, binding it.
Then offered him the other end.
"Tonight... you follow me."
He looked at her like she'd lost her mind. But he took it.
And for the first time, Dominic Volkov let someone else lead.
She backed him toward the padded bench.
Sat him down.
Kissed his throat.
Soft.
Then bit.
"You made me ache," she whispered. "You denied me release. Now you'll feel what it's like."
She straddled him - but didn't let him touch.
Her hips hovered, torturously close.
She leaned forward, hands gripping the arms of the bench.
"Say it," she demanded.
His voice was hoarse. "Say what?"
"That you want me."
He said nothing.
So she rolled her hips, letting him feel the slick heat of her against his pants.
Still nothing.
She leaned in close, breath hot at his ear.
"Then you don't get me. Not tonight."
She climbed off. He caught her wrist.
"Siena," he warned.
But her eyes burned.
"I begged for you, Dominic. I wept for you. Now you can beg."
She turned and walked away - leaving him panting, hard, furious, and completely unfulfilled.
The master of control, undone by the girl he thought he owned. This was unbelievable. Damn!
As the door closed behind her, Dominic whispered to the silence:
"Fuck."
You may also like
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.