THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD
Bianca Marcello is a woman who plays by her own rules. A brilliant lawyer in New York’s most elite firm, she’s built a reputation as ruthless, unshakable, and untouchable. But under the prim and proper facade, she craves control, in the courtroom, in her life, and in the hearts of the men who dare to want her.
Roberto Grimani, her brother’s best friend and new bodyguard, is nothing like the powerful men Bianca usually handles. He’s rough, dangerous, and deeply entangled in a world she swore to stay away from. As the right-hand man to Italy’s most feared crime boss, he’s used to people obeying him without question. Except Bianca. She defies him, taunts him, and worst of all, makes him crave her in ways he can’t control.
When a night at a bar puts Bianca in the path of a dangerous criminal gang, Rob storms back into her life, proving he’s been watching her all along. But his obsession isn’t just about keeping her safe, it’s about breaking the woman who refuses to bend for anyone.
She’s the devil in designer heels. He’s the sinner desperate for redemption. But in a game of blood, power, and seduction, who will surrender first?
A dark billionaire romance filled with obsession, power plays, and a twisted love story where control is the ultimate weapon.
This is not your typical love story. It’s where power struggles, control, and revenge blur the line between love, obsession, and destruction. With elements of BDSM, worship kink, and manipulation, this story explores dominance, submission, and the survival of emotionally complex characters driven by desire and power. Your mental health comes first, read at your own risk-Daniella🎀
Basahin
Chapter: BORROWED TIMEBIANCAI fixed my lipstick in the mirror like I hadn’t just been moaning his name against cushion. My cheeks were still flushed and I couldn’t quite tame the tremble in my hands but I held my chin high and smoothed down my dress. Rob watched me from the corner, arms folded, like he wasn’t the reason I could barely stand straight. He was fully dressed again and crisp and composed while his eyes stayed locked on me like he wasn’t done yet.“Ready?” he asked. His voice was low but steady.I nodded and stepped toward him. We walked out together like we hadn’t just tried to tear each other apart.The hallway was quiet until the sharp click of heels cut through the air. Camila rounded the corner fast and her eyes locked on us with immediate suspicion.“Where the hell have you guys been?” she demanded and her eyes narrowed.Rob said nothing and I didn’t flinch. I brushed past her and kept walking and she followed us, practically on my heels.“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” she said.
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-14
Chapter: SANITYROB’S POVI stayed on my knees, sucking and nibbling between her thighs like it was my last meal. Her hands pushed my head into her, urging me to give her more. Oh, I will.I gave her one last lick.She was still trembling when I stood, my hands curling around her thighs as I pressed my mouth to her inner knee, then her hip, then her mouth again. She tasted delicious, like something I’d waited my whole life to touch and never dared.Her fingers were in my hair again, softer now. She tugged just enough to remind me she wasn’t fragile. Not even like this.“Sit,” I said, guiding her to perch on the edge of the counter again. I stepped between her legs and palmed the back of her neck, kissing her slow this time, like I wasn’t burning alive.She kissed me back like she knew exactly what she was doing, with the same severity I had. I paused, breaking the kiss briefly as I looked into her eyes, and something inside me ached.I’d almost killed a man tonight, and the only reason I hadn’t was s
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-12
Chapter: WOLF ON A LEASHBIANCARob stepped in front of me, shielding me from the wild-eyed man pointing straight at my face like he had the right to exist in my space.“You fucking bitch,” the man spat. Spit flew from his mouth like venom. “You took everything from me.”Why the hell was security still letting him talk? They should’ve dragged him out the second he opened his mouth, but I guess it’s because he’s a connected man.“I’m gonna take it all back from you, you feminist cunt.”Rob surged forward, but I caught his arm and held him back. I kept my voice low. “Who is that?”“It’s Enzo,” Rob muttered, jaw tight. “Somehow he thinks you leaked the information to the press.”My stomach dropped. Only Rob knew I had done that. How the hell did Enzo find out?Then it hit me. The confrontation in the bathroom. Enzo must have put two and two together.Enzo kept ranting, his face red and twisted with fury. “And you! Why are you protecting her from me? You should be on my side. So what if I hit my wife? She’s my wi
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-11
Chapter: PANDEMONIUM ROB’S POVBianca stepped out of the villa like sin wrapped in elegance, and I couldn’t stop staring at her.The dress was black, tight, and dangerously short. It clung to her like it knew she could weaponize beauty, and her legs stole the breath from anyone paying attention. The neckline dipped low enough to make me forget how to breathe altogether.She wore a wide-brimmed hat like a crown, and the pearls at her throat—fuck, the pearls—reflected the light with every subtle movement. They sat right where my mouth had been, right where I had whispered her name like a prayer I had no business saying. She wore gloves too, and she looked regal and ruthless. She didn’t just look good. She looked untouchable. Designed to be admired but never claimed.But I had touched her hours ago, in the dark. With my mouth, my hands, and everything I wasn’t supposed to give.Now she walked beside me like she didn’t know the storm she stirred inside me, and maybe she didn’t. Maybe it was better that way. B
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-11
Chapter: VINTAGEBIANCA’S POV I didn’t need to turn to know he wasn’t beside me. The bed felt impossibly wide and cold without him. My eyes drifted toward the clock on the bedside table. Five p.m. The event was at eight which gave me three hours to pull myself together. I lost count of how many times he had woken during the night, shifting beside me, pressing his body against mine with that same desperate hunger. Making love quietly and tenderly, whispering things I wasn’t ready to hear but somehow needed anyway. My skin tingled just remembering his breath warm on my ear, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on my back and the low rumble of his voice that made my pulse quicken. We drifted back into shallow sleep, the kind where your body forgets to let go but only to be torn apart again by that raw need. His mouth on my skin, soft kisses trailing down my neck and his hands mapping every curve as if committing me to memory. There was something vulnerable in him I had never seen before, no armor a
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-09
Chapter: YEARNERS EARNRob’s POV She was still asleep when I woke. Her back pressed to my chest, soft and warm, the kind of warmth that settled into your bones and made you forget everything else. My cock was already hard, aching, nestled between her thighs like it knew exactly where it belonged. I didn’t move at first. Just breathed her in. I didn’t deserve her skin against mine, not the quiet peace of her sleeping breath, not the heat between her thighs calling to me like a fucking siren. Her scent was everywhere, on my hands, in my mouth, on the sheets I wanted to burn so no one else would ever lie in them. The craving came in a sharp wave, tight in my chest, hotter than the hunger I’d lived with for years. I’d wanted her for so long it didn’t even feel like wanting anymore. It felt like instinct. Like survival. I brushed her hair aside and kissed her shoulder, slow and reverent, as if that could ease the ache. It didn’t. My hand slid down, tracing her curves like I was memorizing her all over aga
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-07
Chapter: THE ENDONE YEAR LATER Leonardo watched her from the doorway, his arms folded as a soft smile played on his lips. Arya stood by the crib, gently stroking the twins’ hair until their breathing grew soft and even. A new mother in her element — flourishing. But he knew it wasn’t just because they were finally reunited with their babies. No, there was another weight lifted off her shoulders. Andrea’s body had washed ashore the morning after they returned to Italy. Whoever killed him had clearly found no more use for him. But Leonardo still wondered — was it Vito? He stepped forward, his voice low. “It’s been a year since we got back. The kids are happy, safe, and drowning in all the love we could give them. Are you finally ready for us?” Arya turned, eyes locking with his in that way that always made him feel like the only man in the world. “More than anything, Leo. I love our family — but throwing parties, decorating, smiling at guests — that’s not what I want to do with my life.” His smile
Huling Na-update: 2025-03-08
Chapter: AT LASTArya placed her thumb against the sharp metal protruding from the mirror’s hidden safe. The prick was sharp and quick, a bead of blood welling up instantly. The metal retracted with a soft mechanical hiss, followed by a deep click as ancient locks gave way. The door of the safe creaked open, revealing what lay inside.Her breath caught.An old, thick book, its leather cover worn but unnaturally strong, sat beside a small, sleek device. The contrast between them — one ancient, the other unnervingly advanced — sent a chill through Arya’s spine.Isabel’s breath hitched. “I thought that was destroyed during the final battle between the Order and the Sisterhood — over fifty years ago.”Arya’s fingers hovered over the objects. “What exactly is it?”Dolores stepped forward, her face grim. “It’s a weapon. That device can override every military system on earth. Nukes, missiles, satellites — you name it. With the right codes, you could trigger wars from this room. The book holds those codes, a
Huling Na-update: 2025-03-06
Chapter: WHISPERS OF THE DEADThe silence after Henry’s death was suffocating. Leonardo and Arya stood over his body, blood painting their hands and faces, their breath ragged and uneven. The room was littered with corpses, a battlefield stained with loyalty and betrayal.Ricardo and Roberto had finished off the remaining men, but Isabel barely had a moment to breathe before a rough hand seized her arm.“Let go of me!” Isabel struggled, but the man twisted her arm behind her back, dragging her toward the far end of the room. Leonardo’s gun snapped up, finger curling around the trigger — but before anyone could react, a single, sharp gunshot rang out.The man crumpled at Isabel’s feet, blood pouring from a hole between his eyes.Dolores stood a few feet away, smoke curling from her pistol. Her expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed years of unresolved rage. “No one touches another woman in front of me again.”Isabel stumbled into Arya’s arms, trembling. “It’s over,” Arya whispered. “You’re safe now.”But then A
Huling Na-update: 2025-03-01
Chapter: ECSTATIC KILL “You remind me of him…” Andreas’ voice slithered through the tension like a blade through silk. Leonardo didn’t move, didn’t lower his gun. His heart was a hammer against his ribs, but his hand was steady, aimed straight at Andreas’ head. And yet, the Pope only smiled. “Vito. Your grandfather. You have his temper… his instincts.” A pause, measured, deliberate. Then, softer—“His arrogance.” “You were close to him,” Leonardo said. His voice was steady, but inside, something twisted. Andreas smiled. “Closer than you think. He would have been proud of you, Leonardo. If only he were still alive.” Leonardo’s jaw tensed. Andreas had been a ghost from his past, a man he had once admired, a mentor in a strange way. And now, he was standing against him, speaking about his grandfather as if— He didn’t have time to unpack it. Because in the next second, Ricardo’s gun cracked, the shot echoing through the chamber. Leonardo had silently given the signal, and Ricardo took the sh
Huling Na-update: 2025-02-27
Chapter: SIRArya could barely believe her ears. None of this made sense. Isabel coming to this town had been a coincidence.Hadn’t it?Her pulse hammered in her ears, drowning out the distant creaks of the ancient walls.“Isabel having Adriana? Her coming here? You’re spewing nonsense,” Arya said, her voice sharper than she intended.Henry smirked. “I am here to ensure my predecessors’ wishes are met. Of course, her coming here wasn’t a coincidence. Neither was Stanley getting her pregnant. We ruined your life in ways that would bring you here. Not that we had to try too hard—Stanley was more than happy to do it and didn’t even come back for his pay.”Isabel gasped, her breath hitching. “Wha—”“I beg you, Isabel.” Henry’s voice turned colder, almost bored. “Don’t speak until you’re spoken to. Now that I’m no longer pretending, I can admit—I never could tolerate you. Always rushing to do the right thing for the church, as if doing good has ever brought you good luck.”Leonardo stepped forward, his
Huling Na-update: 2025-02-26
Chapter: A WALK DOWN MEMORY LANEA second of stunned silence stretched between them. Then, as if a trigger had been pulled, everyone moved at once. Ricardo’s hand flew to his gun. Leonardo stepped protectively in front of Arya. Dolores unsheathed a hidden dagger from her belt, while Isabel squared her stance, ready for a fight. Roberto cocked his pistol, finger already on the trigger. But Henry didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled. And then—the ground shook. A deep, guttural rumble echoed through the underground chamber, vibrating up their legs. Dust rained from the ceiling. The ancient stone beneath their feet groaned, as if something massive had just shifted deep within the earth. For a fraction of a second, everyone hesitated. And that was all Henry needed. A single, sharp whistle left his lips. A sniper’s laser appeared—red and deadly—right over Arya’s forehead. Leonardo’s stomach dropped. “Ah-ah,” Henry tutted, raising a single finger. “You know, I’d really rather not get blood all over these nic
Huling Na-update: 2025-02-25
THRUSTS AND TEMPTATIONS [Steamy and Short Eroticas)
No safe words. No limits. Just raw, wicked pleasure.
Step into a world where boundaries don’t exist, only desire does.
This collection of scorching short stories takes you from moonlit rooftops to steamy locker rooms, from public restrooms to private fantasies. Threesomes, breath play, BDSM, and irresistible encounters collide in explosive tales that promise to leave you breathless. Whether it’s a secret tryst with an ex lover, a scandalous game with an athlete, or a lust-fueled session in zero gravity, a fuck by the pool, each story delivers unfiltered, unrelenting heat.
Wild. Wet. Wanton.
You’ve never read sin like this before.
If you’re not dripping by the end of each tale, check your pulse.
Content Warning:
This book is dark, raw, and unapologetically explicit. It explores the deepest, most tantalizing corners of desire, pushing boundaries and playing with power.
For those ready to indulge in their darkest fantasies.
If you know you don’t have a partner, don’t read. Haha, just kidding. It’s for everyone above or at 18 years of age.
It will leave you hot and bothered, craving sinful things.
Basahin
Chapter: BOUND AND SOAKED: THE INCUBUS’S WET WITCH 1The library was silent but I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t see him and yet I felt him. His breath didn’t stir the air but it stirred something inside me. My thighs clenched without permission and my pulse slowed to a low dangerous thrum. “I’m not even touching you,” he said, though I hadn’t spoken. “And yet…” And yet I was already wet and aching and trembling. “Hoc vis, nonne?” he asked again and this time it wasn’t a question. He asked me if I wanted this. I hated how my hips tilted forward in response and how my body betrayed me before my mind could resist. He hadn’t touched me even once but every cell in my body felt him. Like his voice curled down my spine and slid between my legs. My nipples peaked. My breath caught. My thighs shivered open just enough for him to see me glistening. “You don’t need fingers,” he murmured and I felt the words stroke across my inner thigh. “You don’t need cock. You just need to listen.” “No,” I whispered but it came out broken and weak.
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-16
Chapter: THE ART OF FUCKING ME SLOWLY 6My pulse stopped. “Damien?” “Yeah?” he asked as he pulled back. My body trembled in frustration. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. He looked surprised for a moment but lowered his head and kissed me on my pussy. A gasp escaped my lips. It was just wor…. “Mhmm,” I moaned as his tongue moved over my lips. He licked me again and again until I spread my legs wider. Another gasp slipped from my mouth as he tasted me and groaned against my pussy. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, struggling to breathe. His tongue moved over my clit again and I moaned louder. “You were saying?” he asked. I gripped the sheets and lifted my hips. His mouth moved with purpose and every stroke of his tongue pulled another sound from me. I clenched around nothing and arched into him and tried to hold back but I couldn’t. My legs shook as he sucked on my clit and I reached for his hair. He groaned again and the vibration made me cry out. I didn’t recognize my voice. It was need and it was heat and it was ev
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-16
Chapter: THE ART OF FUCKING ME SLOWLY 5I kicked him out. Well, not actually. I pulled away, and he got the message. Then he invited me to his studio again, of course. I accepted. Only a fool with dreams of becoming a popular artist would turn down an opportunity to be featured in Damien’s work. I got there around noon. The receptionist looked like she had seen a ghost when I walked in. Then a sad expression passed over her face. I nodded at her in greeting as I walked past toward Damien’s studio. I knocked once before going in. “Finally. I’ve been missing your presence,” he said as soon as I stepped inside. I thought the kiss would have made things awkward, but it didn’t. He pulled me into a tight hug. He looked drained, like he hadn’t slept all night. “You good?” I asked. “I wasn’t. But now that you’re here, I’m better,” he said and pressed a kiss to my cheek. There were five empty coffee cups on the table. “You drank all that?” I asked. “Yes. I stayed up all night. Look what I did,” he said, pointing at the new
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-15
Chapter: THE ART OF FUCKING ME SLOWLY 4The woman from last night stepped in like she owned the place. She didn’t look at Damien. She looked straight at me.I thought she was just a scorned woman looking for Damien’s attention. What if she was his wife? My stomach dropped. It was just art between us but I couldn’t help the sting of guilt.“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked again, one brow raised, mouth curled with disgust.I blinked, unsure if I was supposed to answer.Damien didn’t flinch. “She’s here because I invited her.”Beverly turned to him, slow and sharp. “Since when do you invite groupies into the studio?”“She’s not a groupie,” he said flatly.Beverly looked at me again, eyes dragging over my body like she was scanning for flaws. Her gaze paused at my face and stayed there a second too long.“You’ve got to be kidding,” she muttered.I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. I stepped aside and picked up my bag.Damien moved in front of me, blocking her view.“She’s a fellow artist. And my muse.”Beverly let ou
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-14
Chapter: THE ART OF FUCKING ME SLOWLY 3He came in with coffee and a small paper bag that smelled like pastries, and he set them down beside his brushes like they mattered just as much.He didn’t speak right away. He just looked at me.Not like someone checking out a body. Not like that. He looked at me like he was trying to see if I was still here, if I had changed my mind in the silence.“I didn’t think you’d stay,” he said.“I almost didn’t,” I replied.“Why did you?”I shrugged and glanced at the canvas. “Curiosity, maybe.”“Curiosity is dangerous.”“So is art.”That made him smile. A real smile, soft and warm, like it slipped out before he could stop it. He picked up his brush again but didn’t return to the canvas.The silence between us grew thicker, but not heavy. It felt full. Full of everything we hadn’t said yet.“You hold yourself like you’re trying not to be noticed,” he murmured.I laughed under my breath. “I thought I held myself like I wanted to be remembered.”“Maybe both,” he said.He started to paint.“Do
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-13
Chapter: THE ART OF FUCKING ME SLOWLY 2I stared at the card in my hand long after I got home. It sat on my dresser like it had weight, like it carried questions I was not ready to ask. I had undressed, but I could still smell the woman’s drink on my dress, and I could still hear her voice. I could still feel the way her shoulder slammed into mine, as if she had every right to push me aside.Even now, the next morning, I could not shake it off. I wanted to forget her, but I could not. I wanted to forget his eyes too, but they were harder to erase. The way he looked at me made me feel seen and owned and dissected all at once, and I hated how much I liked it.I told myself I would not go. I reminded myself that muses were disposable, and that artists chased beauty until they burned it out. I stood in front of the mirror and wanted to put on something safe, but I reached for the low-cut blouse and paired it with jeans and boots instead. I tucked my hair behind my ears and left it down, and I painted my lips while trying not to
Huling Na-update: 2025-06-13
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