Novels by Debby Khimberly

Rico’s POVNella was the variable I had not fully accounted for.I had known about her for years: pretty little Vito’s daughter, the pampered artist, the girl who was kept so carefully behind the walls of her father’s world that she had never developed the sharp instincts that world demanded.From a distance, she had seemed entirely manageable. A soft pawn. Useful collateral.But I had been watching her more closely since she moved into Giovanni’s villa. Since she began painting again. Since Antonio quietly reported to Lucas that she was asking questions and filing away the answers instead of acting on them immediately.That last detail had given me my first genuine pause.Most people, when they stumbled across something they did not understand, reacted too quickly. Fear made them reckless. Curiosity made them careless. They confronted, accused, and exposed themselves.Nella had done neither.She had observed.And that made her dangerous.The paintings had been useful, almost poetic i

Rico’s POVThe message arrived at 2:47 a.m. I was always awake at 2:47 a.m. An honest saying goes; Dangerous men don’t sleep.” Sleep, for me, had always been a negotiation rather than a surrender, it was something I permitted myself in controlled intervals rather than something that happened. Men in my position could not afford the vulnerability of deep sleep. The world did not pause its arrangements out of courtesy.I was sitting at my desk in the dark when the phone lit up. No overhead light — I had always preferred to work by the glow of screens and the city outside the window. Darkness kept the mind sharp. It removed the clutter of visible things and left only what mattered.I picked up the phone.Three words from a number that would dissolve within the hour.“The time is coming.”I read it once. I set the phone down. I looked out at the city for a long moment, its lights, its indifferent enormousness, its complete unawareness of the mechanisms operating within it.Then I picked

Brenda’s POVDevastating in its simplicity.I had not hated Nella when I wrote it. That was the complicated part — the part I did not discuss with Lucas, who would not have understood it, or with Rico, who would have found it irrelevant. I had not hated her. I had watched her grow up in this house, had packed her school lunches and soothed her nightmares and I had known the exact pitch of her cry before she could speak. There was something real in that. Something that existed alongside everything else, it was inconvenient and persistent.But Nella was her father's daughter in every way that mattered. She had his face, his stubbornness, his absolute certainty that the world owed him just like she thinks the world owes her something. She had grown up inside the proof of everything I had been denied. Every time I looked at her I saw the life that had continued around me as though I were furniture. As though I were part of the walls.But now, I was not part of the walls.I had decided

Brenda’s POV"Any news?" I sucked my teeth."She just put to bed." The voice from the phone came slowly, cautiously like the voice of someone trying to manage my temper from a safe distance.I hung up without responding.Of course, I wouldn't be angry that she gave birth. Why would I be? A baby changed nothing about what was coming. If anything, it complicated things for them — another vulnerability, another thing to protect, another reason to be distracted.I set the phone down on the kitchen counter of Vito's mansion and looked around the room.My room. My kitchen. My mansion.Almost.I called Lucas."The Don has an heiress," I said, cutting him off before he could open with any pleasantries. I was not in the mood to be called *mi amor* tonight.Silence.Good. He was paying attention."My source also confirmed that Giovanni is battling an undiagnosed health condition." I kept my voice even, and factual, the way I had learned to deliver information to men who needed it clean and simp

Giovanni’s POVBefore I could finish speaking, she was already placing the baby in my arms.And just like that… everything shifted.These hands of mine—built for war, for power, for control—held something impossibly small, impossibly fragile. And for the first time in my life, I handled something without strategy, without calculation.Just care.She smelled new, warm, and impossibly soft. Untouched by everything I had become.I studied her face—the delicate brows, the full cheeks, the small lips. Nella’s nose, unmistakably. I found myself searching for something of mine in her, something to claim quietly.“She’s beautiful,” I murmured.Nella stilled. “She?” she whispered.“I asked the nurse.”That was all it took.She didn’t just chuckle the way she usually did. She smiled—broadly, fully, without reservation.Then, like a thread pulled from another time, a memory surfaced.“Nella,” I said quietly, glancing at her, “you remember the lounge in New York?”She froze. Then her cheeks turne

Giovanni’s POV"Urggh," I groaned painfully. I hate the antiseptic smell from hospitals. It's why I personally hired Susan and Dr Ferrara to come to the house whenever a crisis arises.My lashes fluttered. I squinted, trying to register my environment when the thought hit me.I told Nella I love her.My heart made that funny sound again —thinking about her sent a fresh spark of adrenaline through my body, which was very unusual.No.I can't lie here like a weak man while Nella cries because of my condition. I'm going to see her, I thought.Ignoring the pain in my head, I struggled to sit on the bed. The pain was quite excruciating but I ignored it. I needed to see Nella. I needed to tell her I was fine so she wouldn't worry.The IV line pulled against my arm as I swung my legs over the side of the bed.Marco appeared in the doorway before my feet hit the floor."Boss." His voice was careful. The voice he used when he was about to tell me something I wouldn't like. "You need to stay in

Chloe’s POVIt was time for my third session, and I knew it was the longest. A full six hours booked for the finishing work, the feathers that cascaded down toward my hip, the thorns that wrapped around my side, and the final highlights that would make the piece leap off my skin.I arrived already wet. I’d been thinking about Raven’s hands all week, dreaming about the needle, her fingers, and the voice that commanded me so effortlessly. I’d touched myself in the shower, trying to recreate the feeling, but it was hollow. Only Raven could give me this.“You’re early,” Raven said, locking the door behind me. The studio was dark except for the lamp over the chair. “Good. I have plans for you tonight.”I frowned, but smiled inwardly.The session began normally. Raven traced the remaining lines, filling in the feathers with delicate strokes, while soft music boomed from her stereo.Her other hand kept finding my body, she stroked my thigh slowly, her fingers squeezed my breast, while the n

STORY 7. Hi, I’m Chloe. My husband cheated on me and I divorced him. The bell above the studio door chimed softly as I stepped inside. My sensible cardigan was pulled tight around my shoulders, and my heart was hammering so loudly I was sure the artist could hear it from the back room. I had spent thirty-two years being good. Being appropriate. Being the perfect wife who hosted dinner parties and never asked for too much. Six months after the divorce, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and finally admitted I didn’t recognize my own body anymore. That’s when I decided I needed something permanent. Something that couldn’t be taken away from me. I heard dark, rhythmic music pulsing from behind the black curtain. “Be there in a second,” a low, rough voice called out. “Make yourself comfortable.” My fingers trembled as I removed my cardigan. I’d worn a loose tank top like the consultation email instructed. My stomach was a knot of nerves and something dangerously close to ex

The energy around the glowing pool had turned completely feral.Sam carried Kiara out of the water and laid her on one of the wide, cushioned lounge chairs. Water dripped from their bodies onto the fabric. He grabbed his belt from his discarded jeans and folded it in half, snapping it once with a sharp crack that made Kiara flinch.“You’ve been such a greedy little slut tonight,” Sam said darkly, staring down at her. “Spreading your legs for everyone. I think you need to be punished a little.”Kiara’s breathing quickened, her pussy visibly throbbing. “Sam…”He didn’t wait. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her ass up, and brought the belt down across her ass cheeks with a loud SMACK.“Ahh!” Kiara cried out, jerking forward. A bright red stripe appeared on her smooth skin.Kent watched with dark, hungry eyes while stroking his cock. “Again.”Sam brought the belt down two more times, harder. Kiara moaned loudly, pain mixing with pleasure as her pussy dripped down her thighs.“Fuck

Sam stroked his cock again while watching. “Pound her harder, man. Make her tits bounce.”Kent obeyed, gripping Kiara’s thighs and fucking her harder. Her breasts bounced with every thrust as she moaned uncontrollably.“Oh fuck… Kent… you’re so deep!” she cried.Ryan laughed darkly. “Look at her taking that dick like a good little slut. Your crush is a total whore, Kent.”Kent smirked, leaning down to bite Kiara’s neck. He placed both of her wrists together and locked them with his strong hands right above her head. “You hear that, baby? They’re watching you get fucked like a dirty girl.”He suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, in a collapse doggy, he spanked her ass.Kiara winced. “Ouuch!”Kent rubbed her cheeks, and slammed into her from behind. This new position made Kiara scream in pleasure. She spread her legs wider, while she arched her back, and her chest was lowered to the couch.Yes! Fuck me harder!” she begged, pushing back against him.Kent gripped her hips and

Sam started pounding her without mercy — hard, deep strokes that made her tits bounce and her moans turn into broken cries. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy echoed through the living room.“Take that dick, Rita,” Sam groaned, gripping her thighs and spreading her wider. “Let everyone see how well you take cock.”Kent slipped two fingers back inside Kiara, slowly fucking her while they watched. “Listen to how wet she is,” he murmured. “You hear that squelching sound? That’s gonna be you soon, baby.”Kiara was trembling, grinding desperately on Kent’s fingers. “Kent… please…”“Not yet,” he teased, pulling his fingers out again and making her watch as he licked them clean. “Good girls wait their turn.”Ryan had two fingers buried in Priya now, fingering her steadily while she stared at Sam destroying Rita. “You’re clenching so hard around my fingers,” Ryan whispered to her. “You wish that was you getting fucked right now, don’t you?”Priya moaned loudly. “

Sam smirked, looking around at the group. “So… should we make this game even more interesting? Raise the stakes?”Priya, breathing heavier between Ryan and Sam, asked softly, “What kind of stakes?”Kent answered, his fingers brushing against the edge of Kiara’s panties. “Whoever loses a round has to take off one piece of clothing… and we stop saying no to dares.”The girls exchanged heated, nervous glances.Kiara turned her head slightly, her lips dangerously close to Kent’s. “You really planned all this, didn’t you?”Kent smiled against her ear. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Kiara. Tonight… I want all of you.”Sam’s smirk widened as he looked around the group, the tension in the room now thick enough to taste. “Alright then. No more soft shit, it's full stakes now. You lose, you strip gladly. And no refusing dares.”“We’re in,” the girls giggled Kent’s hand was already under Kiara’s dress, his fingers teasing the edge of her soaked panties. He pressed one finger against her cl