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 9
He came to her at dawn. No guards. No command. Just Dominic - in black slacks and a half-unbuttoned shirt, his chest rising like something hunted, not in control for once, but chasing. He was chasing the object of his desire.
Siena was already awake. She had been wondering if she had me misjudged the effect her actions would have on him. She was determined though, not to be just a toy to him. She was a human. Even if she continued to be his submissive, she wanted to earn his respect and a little bit of affection from him. She didn't want him to continue to be as cold as he had been towards her, even during their sex games.
She'd been staring at the window, letting the pale light spill over her naked back like a benediction. The silk sheets barely clung to her hips.
She didn't look at him when he entered. She didn't have to.
She felt him. And she shut her eyes. She always felt it when he entered the room - any room she was in.
That dark gravity. That heat that filled a room before his body even crossed the threshold.
He shut the door behind him, the click soft but final.
She spoke first. "Couldn't handle not being in charge?"
"No." His voice was low, torn at the edges. "Couldn't handle not touching you."
She turned then - slowly - letting the sheet fall away as she stood. Her body was a poem written in soft shadows and unspoken defiance.
"I thought I was a toy," she whispered. "A possession."
"You're not", he conceded.
She stepped closer. "You bound me."
"You freed me." she continued with each step.
Her eyes burned. "You broke me."
"I'm the one who's broken now", he said.
There was silence.
Then he reached out. Not to grab. Not to force.
Just fingers, trembling slightly, brushing her cheek.
"Siena..." His voice cracked on her name like a prayer. "I've kissed a hundred mouths. Owned more bodies than I can count. But I've never..." He swallowed. "Never kissed someone I wanted to keep."
Her breath caught.
His hands cupped her face - reverently, not possessively.
No ropes. No cuffs. No commands.
Just him.
And when his lips finally met hers - it wasn't domination. It was ruin.
The kiss was slow, deep, and burning.
It wasn't about power.
It was about need.
About longing held back too long.
His mouth moved against hers like he was afraid she'd vanish. Her fingers tangled in his hair, nails digging slightly into his scalp as she moaned into him.
He groaned - low and desperate - and pressed her back against the wall.
But still, he didn't force it.
His hands slid down her arms, memorizing, not claiming.
She wrapped her leg around his waist, grinding into the hardness straining his slacks.
Their bodies fit like puzzle pieces cut by flame.
Still clothed, still not inside her - but so much more intimate than any of their past games.
She whispered between kisses, "Are you going to fuck me or worship me?"
His eyes darkened. "Both."
But even as he pressed her harder to the wall, even as his teeth scraped her bottom lip - he didn't rush.
This wasn't about punishment. This wasn't about control.
This was him surrendering.
For the first time, Dominic Volkov gave her his mouth without reserve.
And Siena... kissed him back like she was devouring a god.
**********
She was breathless, pinned between the cold wall and Dominic's warmth.
His lips dragged down her neck, each kiss like a brand. His body coiled against hers with restraint she knew couldn't last. His hands trembled where they gripped her thighs.
And still, he didn't fuck her.
Not yet.
She could feel the tension in him like a stretched wire, vibrating with everything he hadn't said.
Her voice was hoarse. "Dominic..."
He pulled back, just far enough to look into her face. There was something in his eyes she had never seen before.
It was not cruelty. It was not control.
Something close to wonder.
And then-
BANG.
The door flew open.
"Dominic!" Roman's voice was sharp, urgent.
Siena flinched. Dominic spun, shielding her with his body, teeth bared.
Roman stopped in the doorway, wide-eyed. "Shit. Sorry. I didn't know-"
"What the fuck do you want?" Dominic snarled.
Roman's face hardened. "It's Isaac. He breached the code vault. He knows about the girl."
The girl.
Siena's stomach dropped.
Her.
Dominic's arms tightened, then loosened. He was already moving.
The spell shattered.
She pressed back against the wall as he grabbed his shirt and stalked past Roman. "Tell Nico to lock down the estate. No one leaves. No one breathes without my order."
"What about her?" Roman asked.
Dominic stopped. Turned.
Their eyes met - his and Siena's.
For a second, he looked torn.
Then the wall came back up. That cold, unreadable mask.
"She doesn't move. She doesn't speak to anyone. And if Isaac tries to touch her..." His voice dropped. "Kill him."
Then he was gone.
And Siena was alone.
The silence after his departure was deafening.
She stood there - half-naked, skin burning from his touch, lips swollen from his kiss... and completely, utterly hollow.
Had any of it been real? she thought, hurt more than she cared to admit. Or just another game?
She slid to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees as her heartbeat slowed to something like regret.
That had been their first real kiss. She could not help imagining how it would have been if they had not been interrupted. She didn't doubt that it could have brought them closer together. Not just physically but emotionally and mentally.
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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.