Novels by Blossom Daisy

Alina’s legs still shook as Julien helped stand up. Her body was aching and her breath uneven. She expected him to pull away, to return to the cold mask he wore when she first arrived. But instead, he stayed close, his fingers brushing the curve of her hip in a soft touch. “You’re not done,” he said quietly. “What do you mean?” She asked Julien’s eyes darkened“This room was your beginning. But Nocturne is not for secrets. She swallowed. “You want them to see?” “No,” he said. “I want you to let them.” Her lips parted but no word came out. Different thoughts ran through her mind but deep down she felt that same need she had felt the moment she stepped inside the club. The need to be seen and claimed. Julien lifted her chin. “You can say no. But if you want more then you come with me ” Alina hesitated for only a second. Then she nodded. He took her hand and led her back in. The music was louder now. Her heels clicked against the floors, but no one turned to look. Not y

The door clicked shut.Alina stood frozen, her coat still half draped over her arms. Her skin was hot despite the chill that slipped through the room. She didn’t know who Iris was exactly, but she knew enough: powerful, uninvited, and clearly once close to Julien.Julien didn’t move. He simply looked at her.“Don’t let her get in your head,” he said “She knew you,” Alina murmured.He nodded. “This place attracts people who want control.”His steps were slow as he approached her. “You still want to be here?”Her breath shook, but her answer was steady. “Yes.”“Then drop the coat.”She obeyed “Eyes on me,” he said softly. “Always.”Julien reached to the side and picked up a silk ribbon. He moved behind her, blindfolding her.She felt his hands settle on her waist.“Kneel,” he said, voice low. Alina sank slowly to her knees, her hands resting on her thighs.His hand wrapped around her neck., “Good girl.”The blindfold made everything sharper.“Hands behind you.”She gasped softly as c

The neon sign flickered like a warning: CLUB NOCTURNE. A black steel door in a quiet alley, guarded by a man in a suit with eyes that didn’t blink. Alina shouldn’t have been there. She didn’t wear latex or heels high enough to make her feel like prey. But she’d been watching him for weeks. The stranger in the booth. Every Friday night, he sat in the back of Club Nocturne, drinking untouched, eyes scanning the crowd like he was hunting. He never danced. He just watched. Tonight, the woman who usually played it safe, the quiet girl with control, was gone. She wanted something raw, something that would tear through her nerves and leave her burning. Alina’s skin prickled as the bass vibrated deep into her bones. She moved carefully, trying to remain invisible but somehow unable to look away from the dark corner where he sat. Tonight, she stepped into his line of sight. Tight black dress, no bra, a heartbeat she could feel in every inch of her skin. Alina swallowed her nerves and

[Kinks:Mirror Play, Light Bondage, Slow Seduction] Ahbee never expected her art class would lead to this. It started innocently enough—a local figure drawing course meant to help her escape her overworked life. She liked sketching. She liked quiet. She didn’t like men staring. Until he stared. Luca Vale. The artist and her mentor. The man with ink-stained fingers and a gaze sharp enough to carve her open. Ahbee had been his student for two weeks. He never touched her, never said anything inappropriate. But when he watched her, it felt like being undressed, piece by piece. One night, he asked her to stay behind. “I want to draw you,” he said. “Not for class, for me.” She should’ve said no. She didn’t. She stood in the middle of his loft, light spilling across her skin from a single overhead lamp. Her heart pounded as he guided her to the floor-length mirror beside his easel. “I want you to watch,” Luca said, low and soft. “See yourself the way I do.” Her breath caught

She heard the quiet shift of fabric, his zipper, the soft clink of his belt as it dropped to the floor. Without warning, his fingers thrust into her—two at once, deep and curling perfectly inside her. She moaned loudly. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Let go for me.” He fingered her harder and faster. When he felt her start to tighten around him, he withdrew. “Not yet.” She whimpered again—lost on the edge of climax. Then he grabbed her hips and positioned his hard and erected cock at her entrance and entered her with a hard thrust. She screamed in pleasure and pain. “Mine,” he groaned against her ear. “Every inch of you.” He moved inside her at a punishing pace, one hand tangled in her hair, the other grabbed her hip as he fucked her hard. The blindfold made it worse, every sensation was heightened, every thrust more intense. She shattered around him, moaning his name out loud. And still, he didn’t stop. Dante turned her, lifting her effortlessly laying her on the

Kinks: Blindfolding, Dominance/Submission, Restraint, Rough Sex] Elena Morello had always lived in a world ruled by power and silence. Her father, Stephen, was a titan of real estate. His name was heard in penthouses and boardrooms. But everything collapsed the night Dante Crores appeared—a figure who tore through her father’s empire with cold focus. She had heard the rumors: Dante was ruthless, a man who commanded obedience without raising his voice. No one crossed him. When Dante came for her, Elena wasn’t sure what to expect. A cage? A demand for ransom? Instead, she found herself standing in the sleek glass foyer of his penthouse. "You know why you’re here,” Dante said, his voice low. He stood tall in front of her. His black hair was neatly styled, his dark eyes unreadable. “My father doesn’t own me,” Elena said, her voice trembling . “No,” Dante said as he stepped closer, “But he gave you to me.” Elena drew in a soft breath as his hand tilted her chin up, gently but f