Bound by Desire
When 22 year old Elena Rossi accidentally witnesses a cold-blooded mafia execution, ruthless don Dominic Valenti should silence her forever. Instead, with one heated gaze and a whispered threat "Your silence binds you to me, little one” he spares her life, igniting a forbidden obsession neither can escape.
Tormented by the dangerous age gap and his own darkness, Dominic takes Elena captive in his lavish estate, surrounding her with guards and iron rules meant to keep her safe... and him in control. But every locked door, every brush of proximity, every jealous glare only fans the flames. As rival families circle and secrets from Dominic’s bloody past surface, Elena discovers the devastating price of his protectionand a betrayal that shatters her trust.
Fleeing the man who has become both monster and addiction, Elena is seized by his enemies, forcing Dominic to unleash hell to reclaim her. Rescued amid rivers of blood, their passion finally explodes, binding them in ways deeper and more irreversible than either imagined.
Yet just as Elena chooses to stand beside the devil who owns her soul, a life-altering secret threatens to change everything...
Will their dark love conquer the war closing in—or destroy them both?
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Chapter: Crossing The LineElena does not sleep.She lies rigid, eyes boring into the ceiling where shadows pulse like bruises. The night drags, cruel and slow, every second etching Dominic’s earlier words deeper into her mind.If I touch you, I don’t stop.Her skin still remembers the heat radiating off him, the way his restraint looked like violence held on a fraying thread.She’s already sitting up when the door opens.She always knows when it’s him.Dominic doesn’t knock.The door seals shut with a soft, predatory click. He stands framed in the dim light, shirt half-unbuttoned, hair disheveled, every line of him radiating barely-leashed fury. No jacket. No pretense. Just a man who’s done pretending he can stay away.“This stops tonight,” he says, voice low and lethal. “No more games.”Elena swings her legs off the bed. Bare feet meet cold floor. She doesn’t flinch.“What games?” she asks, calm, daring him.He steps forward. Closes the distance without hurry, like he already owns the space between them.“Thi
Last Updated: 2026-01-16
Chapter: Rules Meant to BreakDominic does not come to her that night.That, more than anything, unsettles Elena.Guards appear instead as silent, immovable shadows stationed just outside her door. Food is delivered without a word. Water. Fresh clothes lay neatly on the bed. The luxury feels clinical, like care stripped of warmth.She eats because she knows she has to.Sleep, however, refuses to come.Every time she closes her eyes, she sees blood blooming across stone. Hears the dull, final thud of a body hitting the ground. Feels Dominic’s hands on her arms, steadying, anchoring before he pulls away like touch itself was a mistake.The clock ticks past midnight. Then two. Then three.When the door finally opens, it’s without ceremony.Elena sits up instantly.Dominic stands in the doorway, backlit by the hall. He looks different in the low light, less polished, more dangerous. His jacket is gone. His white shirt is open at the throat, the collar rumpled, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms marked with old scars
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: Blood Bought SafetyElena doesn’t hear him coming.The estate is quiet in that corpse-like way, every sound smothered, every breath stolen before it can escape. Gravel bites into the soles of her shoes as she crosses the inner courtyard, clutching her thin sweater like it could shield her from the night itself. The air reeks of night-blooming jasmine rotting on the vine and the damp rot of centuries-old stone. Peaceful. A lie.She almost convinces herself she’s alone.The hand that seizes her wrist is iron wrapped in leather, yanking her back so violently her shoulder cracks against the pillar. Bone grinds against stone. Pain detonates white-hot down her arm. Before the scream can claw out, a gloved palm slams over her mouth hard enough to bruise her lips, fingers digging into her cheeks like he’s already imagining crushing her windpipe if she makes a sound.The knife appears next.Thin. Surgical. Moonlight slides along the edge like liquid silver, promising precision. Her pulse hammers so viciously she
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: Too Young for His WorldElena woke to sunlight slicing through heavy curtains, the room unfamiliar and too quiet. No city horns, no neighbor’s TV bleeding through thin walls. Just birdsong and the faint crackle of a dying fire.She sat up slowly, the oversized T-shirt... his, she realized, from the faint trace of his cologne, sliding off one shoulder. The bed was enormous, sheets impossibly soft against her bare legs. For a moment, she let herself sink back into the pillows, breathing him in, before fury snapped her upright.Kidnapped. Caged. Protected.She swung her legs over the side, bare feet hitting cool hardwood. The red marks on her ankles had faded to faint pink lines, reminders of zip ties, of strong hands lifting her in the dark, of the brush of a body against hers that had lasted only seconds but still heated her skin at the memory.The door was locked, as promised. She tried it anyway.Across the estate, Dominic stood at his bedroom window, coffee untouched in his hand, watching the monitors. Six
Last Updated: 2026-01-06
Chapter: Taken by NecessityThe moon hung low and indifferent over the city, silvering the cracked sidewalks outside Elena’s apartment building. Inside, she slept fitfully, sheets twisted around her legs, the old T-shirt she wore rucked high on her hips. Dreams tangled with memory: gunshots, blood on concrete, a gloved thumb dragging across her lip until she ached.She never heard the lock pick.The door opened without a sound. Three shadows slipped inside, Dominic’s best men, moving like smoke. Black gloves, black masks, no words. One carried zip ties and a syringe; the others carried her fate.Elena stirred when the mattress dipped. Her eyes flew open to a gloved hand clamping over her mouth, firm, not cruel, but absolute. She bucked, a muffled cry vibrating against leather that smelled faintly of gun oil and something darker. Male.“Shh, Ms. Ramirez,” a low voice murmured near her ear. “Boss’s orders. Don’t fight, and this stays easy.”Boss.Her body went rigid with understanding even as panic flooded her vei
Last Updated: 2026-01-06
Chapter: Marked for ProtectionThe city’s veins pulsed with rumors, and rumors in the underworld were currency, sharp, dangerous, impossible to unspend. By noon the next day, Elena Ramirez’s name had slipped from one shadowed table to another. A girl who had watched Dominic Russo put a bullet in a man’s skull and walked away breathing. A girl now shadowed by his guards. A girl, some whispered, whom the Don had looked at too long.In a dim back room above a Little Italy social club, Lorenzo Moretti listened to the report with the lazy confidence of a man who believed he still had moves left to play. “She’s twenty-two. Works doubles at a diner. Lives alone. No family muscle. Russo’s got eyes on her, but he hasn’t brought her in yet.” Lorenzo smiled, slow and oily. “Then she’s a string we can pull.”He gave the order: watch, wait, take her when the moment was ripe. Preferably breathing. Preferably screaming Dominic’s name.Dominic heard about it seventythree minutes later.He was shirtless in the private gym bene
Last Updated: 2026-01-06
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