The Devil's Barbie Doll
Warning!!! ⚠️🔞🔞 This book contains explicit sexual content and themes of violence that may be unsettling to some readers, proceed at your own risk!...
Barbara Adams was supposed to become collateral... A broken girl traded to a Gangster in exchange for her stepfather’s gambling debts.
But on the night before her wedding, Barbara sneaks out, desperate to lose her virginity on her own terms before being handed over to a stranger, she sneaks into the most dangerous nightclub in the city and finds herself inside the infamous 'Pleasure Den', where elite wealthy men buy fantasies and girls wear jeweled collars around their throats and there she meets him... Ronan Velasquez.
A ruthless devil with cold eyes and blood on his hands, the most feared Mafia king in the city.
Their encounter is explosive, reckless and unforgettable but when Ronan discovers Barbara is a virgin and the same girl haunting him from his past, he throws her out in horror...
The next morning Barbara is dragged to the altar anyway until the church doors burst open. “I object!”
Ronan claims her as payment for her fiancé's debts and drags her back into his world of violence, obsession, and bloodshed. He puts a collar on her neck and calls her His Little Barbie Doll.
Now Barbara has been claimed by the Devil himself and is thrown directly into Ronan's chaotic war...
The Vega cartel wants Barbara back... The Voss cartel wants Ronan dead. And Love may be the deadliest weakness of all...
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Chapter: INTO THE LION'S DENI follow Rhyssa through another set of doors and the pounding music from the dancefloor outside fades into the background, replaced by smooth jazz drifting through hidden speakers... The lighting here is warmer too, bathing everything in rich amber and crimson tones that make the room feel seductive somehow...Rhyssa stops, giving my arm a playful little nudge with her elbow. She gestures broadly to the lavish room with a smug, knowing grin."It doesn't get any better than this..." She trails off, her perfectly arched brows suddenly creasing as she looks down at me. "Right... I never actually got your name, little tiger. Unless you're perfectly fine with me calling you Bambi for the rest of the night?"I pull my arm back, flattening my shoulders and glaring at her with all the faux confidence I can muster. "Barbara," I blurt out, crossing my arms over my chest to keep the skimpy fabric of my top from shifting too much. "My name is Barbara Adams..."Rhyssa’s lips twitch and her feli
Last Updated: 2026-06-04
Chapter: DIRTY DRINKS AND BAD DECISIONSMy face burns so hot I’m almost convinced steam is about to start pouring from my ears! "I... I don’t have..." I stammer helplessly, clutching my drink tighter like the sweating glass can somehow save me from this conversation and across from me, Rhyssa hums lazily, completely ignoring my desperate attempt to crawl away from the topic. "Ooh, Let me guess..." She drawls, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. "Muscular, tattooed... piercings... rippling abs and six inches of veined goodness in his pants?" I nearly choke as a horrified strangled sound escapes me and heat floods my entire face until it feels like my skin would peel off from the heat! Rhyssa simply arches a brow. "Too much?" She asks innocently and flutters her lashes at me. "You prefer growers then?" I stare at her in speechless horror as she takes another sip of her drink, entirely unbothered. "My boyfriend’s a grower." she says conversationally. "Or so he says..." My throat goes dry as the words just keep pour
Last Updated: 2026-05-23
Chapter: AFTERHOURSI have twelve more hours... The thought loops endlessly in my head like a curse as neon lights flash violently across the nightclub ceiling, painting the writhing crowd below in shades of blue, pink, and blood-red... It's just twelve more hours remaining until my worst nightmare becomes real... I stare down at the glass sitting in front of me and swallow hard before taking another shaky sip of the liquid inside it and instant regret burns down my throat. God... It tastes like gasoline mixed with nail polish remover! My face twists violently and I cough into my hand while I hear the bartender snort faintly under his breath from farther down the counter. Okay... Maybe alcohol is disgusting... Or maybe it just specifically hates me personally. Still, I force myself to take another sip because tonight requires bravery and apparently bravery comes bottled in amber glasses. At least according to every movie ever... "Come on Barbara... this should be easy." I mutter under my br
Last Updated: 2026-05-22
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