A Night with my virgin maid
He wanted a housekeeper not a tainted virgin.What Damien found was purity begging to be tainted.
Now, he’ll ruin her, softly, cruelly, completely.
Barely nineteen and untouched, Elara never thought her first job would place her inside the fortress of a man like him.
Damien kael doesn’t request. He commands.
And the innocent little maid is about to learn what obedience costs, one breathless gasp, one sinful punishment, one wicked whisper at a time.
Dark. Seductive. Obsessive.
She thought she was hired to clean his home.
She didn’t realize she was stepping into his lair.
Elara is broke and desperate, so when a maid position opens in a billionaire’s estate, she takes it, unaware that Damien kael is a man who doesn’t believe in boundaries. He’s older, merciless, and dangerously magnetic. She tries to leave, but he isn’t letting go.
He doesn’t want love. He wants loyalty.
And she’s about to learn what it means to kneel.
As their twisted bond deepens, pleasure collides with punishment, fear tangles with desire, and innocence becomes his obsession. But Damien’s darkness runs deeper than she imagined and claiming his virgin maid isn’t about breaking her body…
It’s about owning her soul.
Mature Content Warning:
This book features explicit sexual content, dark dominant/submissive dynamics, psychological tension, and a dangerously obsessive hero. For readers 18+ who crave power, seduction, and raw intensity.
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Chapter: The warning Elara barely slept.Every creak of the house made her sit up, her heart racing. She kept hearing the sound of the handle turning. Whoever it had been, they hadn’t knocked. They had just tried to come in.When morning came, her body was tired but she got up anyway. She dressed, smoothed her apron, and went to the kitchen.Ella was already there, peeling potatoes. “You look worse today,” Ella said.“I’m fine,” Elara whispered.Ella frowned. “You’re not fine. Tell me.”Elara hesitated, then said softly, “Last night… someone came to my door. They didn’t knock. They just tried the handle.”Ella’s hand stopped moving. “Did you lock it?”“Yes. Damien told me to.”Ella’s brows drew together. “Then you listen to him. And tonight, push a chair against it.”Elara nodded, trying to shake the uneasy feeling in her chest.When breakfast was ready, Elara carried the tray to the dining hall. Damien was already there, sitting with his back straight, reading something on his phone. Ronan was with him t
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: The guest Elara woke to the sound of knocking on her door. Her eyes flew open, her heart beating fast. The sun was already high, filling her small room with light.“Elara!” Ella’s voice came from outside.Elara sat up quickly, still feeling weak from the night before. Her eyes were dull. She pushed her blanket aside and opened the door.“You’re still sleeping?” Ella asked, frowning.“I… I didn’t hear the sound of the bell,” Elara said softly.Ella sighed. “Get dressed. Damien wants everything ready. There’s a guest coming tonight.”Elara froze. “A guest?”“Yes. Someone important. Damien wants everything perfect. He’s been giving orders since morning.”Elara’s chest grew tight. A guest meant more work, but also more chances to see him. She didn’t know if she could face him again after last night.She quickly dressed in her kitchen attire and headed straight to the kitchen.~~~By afternoon, the whole house was moving. Flowers were arranged in tall glass vases. The dining table was set with polis
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: The Breaking pointElara woke late, the morning sun already warm against her face. She had barely slept and felt like she hadn’t rested at all. Her chest still ached from crying, her head heavy. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to face him.But the day didn’t wait for her pain.She got dressed slowly, tied her apron, and left the room. Her steps felt small as she walked toward the kitchen. Ella was there, wiping down the counters.“You’re late,” Ella said softly, her eyes studying her.“I know,” Elara replied, reaching for the bread and eggs.Ella hesitated before asking, “Are you still thinking about that night?”Elara nodded once, not trusting her voice.“You have to be careful,” Ella said, stepping closer. “Damien isn’t a man who does things halfway. If he wants you, he won’t stop.”Elara’s hands stilled. Her breath caught. “He doesn’t want me,” she whispered.Ella’s brow rose. “Then why does it hurt you this much?”Elara didn’t answer.She ca
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: Night of tears The morning light crept into Elara's room, illuminating the space she had occupied all night without rest. Her eyes were heavy with the tears of last night, her body was weak, but her mind wouldn't stop spinning. The same picture replayed over and over. Damien, Ariana, that kiss. Her pillow was damp from tears, and her throat felt raw. She sat up slowly, hugging her knees to steady her breath. The folded laundry on the chair remained untouched since the previous night.A knock at the door made Elara freeze. Her heart began to pound, sharp and heavy. She quickly wiped her face, though she knew her eyes were still swollen. The knock came again, firmer this time. "Elara," a voice called. It was Ella, the other maid. Elara let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and stood to open the door.Ella's sharp eyes assessed her. "Why do you look like that? Didn't you sleep?" "I'm fine," Elara whispered weakly. "No, you're not," Ella replied, stepping into the room and closing the doo
Last Updated: 2025-09-08
Chapter: Shattered nightElara had only meant to deliver the laundry.The house was quiet at that hour. The kind of quiet that pressed into the walls and lingered in the air. It was close to midnight, and the long hallways were lit by soft golden lamps fixed high along the walls. The light was dim, leaving more shadow than glow, and her own footsteps seemed too loud as she walked barefoot across the marble floor.She carried the folded linen in her arms, the fabric smelling faintly of soap and lavender. Her nightdress hung loosely on her frame. It was simple cotton, soft from many washes, and it brushed gently against her ankles as she moved. She had not planned to be awake this late, but the task had been left unfinished, and she wanted to do it before morning came.Elara turned the corner, heading toward the guest rooms where Damien sometimes left his jackets or shirts for her to collect. Her heart always beat faster in that part of the house, though she never understood why. Perhaps it was because the air
Last Updated: 2025-09-05
Chapter: The wrong bedDamien Kael walked into his bedroom, his shoulders was heavy with the weight of the day. He was ready to strip away the noise, the stress, and the endless calls from his empire. But the moment he stepped into the room, he stopped dead in the doorway.Naked.Ariana Stark lay across his bed like she had been poured there on purpose. The only thing covering her was the light blanket he had tossed there that morning, and even that had slid down low on her hips. One long leg stretched bare against his dark gray sheets, pale skin glowing under the soft light.Her red hair spilled over his pillows, bright as blood against the silver fabric.Damien’s jaw tightened.“Get off my bed,” he said in a calm voice.Ariana didn’t move. Instead, she stretched, slow and bold, the blanket falling even lower. Her chest rose as she breathed in, bare and careless, and her mouth curved in that sly smile she always used when she was daring him.“Nice welcome, Damien,” she purred.He shut the door behind him.
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Chapter: Front-Row to ChaosBy the time we left the mall, both Mara and I were completely drained. My feet ached from hours of walking round the mall, and my arms were sore from carrying bag after bag of dresses and accessories. Mara’s cheeks were flushed, her hair a little messy, but her grin was still impossibly wide.I slumped into the car, letting out a long groan. “I think I just aged ten years,” I muttered, stretching my stiff limbs.Mara laughed, tossing one of the shopping bags onto the seat next to me. “Welcome to the glamorous life of dress shopping, baby girl. Exhaustion is part of the package.”We drove back in relative silence, both of us too tired to argue or joke, letting the hum of the city pass by unnoticed. By the time we walked into Mara’s apartment, every muscle in my body screamed for rest. Mara immediately went to pour wine, and I sank onto the couch with a groan, already planning to collapse completely as soon as possible.I slumped onto the couch, kicking off my shoes with a groan. “Mara…
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: The transformation The next morning, Mara’s off-key singing drifts down the hallway, scraping at my ears. I groan and bury my head under the blanket.“Mara, stop torturing the neighborhood!” I shout.Her laughter floats back. “Get up, sleepyhead. Big day ahead.”I roll out of bed like a zombie, feet dragging, and find her at the kitchen counter, hair in a messy bun, coffee in one hand, phone in the other.“You look like you’re plotting world domination,” I mutter.“Not the world,” she says, smirking. “Just your wardrobe.”I freeze. “Oh no.”“Oh yes,” she grins. “If we’re doing this, we do it right. No sweatpants, no sad-girl hair. You’re going to that wedding like you own the place.”I slump onto a chair. “This is a terrible idea.”Mara sets a mug of coffee in front of me. “No, it’s brilliant. Ethan sees you walk in with confidence, with his boss no less. He’ll choke on his champagne.”I glare at her. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?”She shrugs. “A little. But also… you need to remember who you were
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: Stepping into the unknown Lyra didn’t reply to the first message. She barely thought about it, brushing it off like one of those random texts that vanish into the noise of her day. Her mind was tangled with Ethan, Mara, and the chaos of the wedding plan, and honestly, she didn’t have the energy to entertain some unknown number texting her.Hours later, her phone buzzed again. Same number. Same unknown sender.Lyra, it’s Andrew. Are you really going with me so I can make arrangements for us?.Her stomach drops.“What?!” she whispers, gripping the phone like it might bite. She looks at Mara, who’s casually sipping her coffee, completely unbothered.“Mara! You didn’t even ask me! You just gave him my number? Without telling me?”Mara shrugs, leaning back in the chair. “Relax, Lyra. I knew he’d text eventually. And honestly, you were going anyway.”“Relax? Mara, do you even see this from my side? I—” Lyra cuts herself off, her throat tight, her voice strangled with frustration. “I’m choking here! I can’t even—” Sh
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: Ambushed at lunch“You can’t wear that,” she says, pointing at my oversized T-shirt and shorts. “You look like… a sad potato.”I blink at her. “A sad potato?”“Yes! It’s tragic. People might feel sorry for you, and that’s not the vibe we’re going for.”Before I can protest, she’s already rifling through her closet. “No, no, no. This one!” She holds up a sleek, dark-green dress and shoves it at me. “Try it. You’ll thank me later.”I stare at the fabric. “Mara, what is all this fuss? Where exactly are we going? Why all the dressing and—”“You’ll see,” she says with a grin that makes me suspicious. “Just trust me.”Next, she sits me down at the vanity and starts applying light makeup. “Nothing heavy. Just enough so people know you didn’t roll out of bed five minutes ago. Eyeliner, a little blush, some lip gloss. Bam—instant classy.”I watch her work, half-amused and half-panicked. “Mara, I still don’t know where we’re headed, and you’re doing all this like it’s a gala or something.”She laughs. “Oh, Lyra.
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: Caught between the lines When I wake up, I expect to see my notebook still lying on the bed.The morning light makes it look harmless, but I know what’s inside — every rough, ugly thought I had about Ethan, Clara and myself.I stretch, still groggy, and that’s when I notice Mara sitting on the floor against my bed, my notebook in her hands.“Good morning,” she says softly, still holding up the notebook. “Hope you don’t mind. I read it.”My stomach drops. “Mara—”“No, wait. Before you get mad, listen.”She sets the notebook down carefully, like it might shatter if she drops it.“What you wrote… it broke my heart, Lyra. But it also made me proud. You were honest with yourself for the first time in months. You didn’t sugarcoat anything. That’s what healing looks like.”I flop back against my pillow, covering my face with my hands. “You weren’t supposed to read it. It was just for me.”“I know.” Her voice softens even more. “But I’m glad I did. Now I know how much you’ve really been holding in.”I peek at her bet
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
Chapter: Edge of a decision I was in my room when I got a text from Mara at night.“We need to talk”I don’t text Mara back that night.Not because I don’t want to, but because my brain feels like a blender stuck on high speed.She wants me to go to the wedding — no, not just go — she wants me to show up on Ethan’s big day as someone else’s date.Not just someone.His boss.I lie awake staring at the ceiling, running through every possible disaster scenario.What if I trip in the aisle and take out the entire front row?What if Ethan sees me and realizes I still care?What if I embarrass the boss so badly that he bans Ethan from music altogether just out of pity for having dated me?By morning, I’m convinced this is a terrible plan.So of course Mara shows up with coffee and a look on her face like she’s already won.“You didn’t text back,” she says, handing me my drink.“That’s because I was busy making a list of all the ways this could ruin my life.”She ignores that and sits on the edge of my bed. “Good. That
Last Updated: 2025-09-13
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