Novels by huanxin fang

Seraphina's POVPunishment.The word echoed in the darkness behind my blindfold.What kind of punishment? Spanking? Something worse? The possibilities spiraled through my mind, each one more shameful than the last.I couldn't see anything. Could only hear.The click of his shoes against the marble floor. The soft sound of a drawer opening. Objects shifting. Metal against metal.What is he getting?My imagination ran wild. I'd seen the room before he'd blindfolded me—the leather straps on the walls, the riding crop he'd already used, the mysterious implements I couldn't even name. What else was hidden in those cabinets? What tools did a man like him use to discipline disobedient girls?My face burned with shame.And yet—The orgasm he'd pulled from me was still pulsing through my veins. Aftershocks of pleasure rippled between my thighs every time I shifted against the silk sheets. I'd never felt anything like it. Never known my body could respond that way.Is this what I've been missin

Lorenzo's POVHer pussy clenched around my finger.I watched her face—the flush spreading down her throat, the way her teeth sank into that plump lower lip, the tears clinging to those ridiculously long lashes. She was trembling. Not from fear.From need.Interesting.I hadn't expected this. Hadn't expected her.When I'd arrived at Crimson Thorn tonight, this wasn't the evening I'd planned.The drive over had been routine. My driver, Marco, navigating the streets with the practiced ease of someone who'd been doing this for fifteen years.I'd almost missed her.A flash of movement near the club's entrance—a woman stumbling out of a black car, her dress torn, her hair wild.I didn't slow down. Didn't ask Marco to stop.Girls ended up at Crimson Thorn all the time. Lost souls looking for thrills. Desperate women seeking powerful men. Gifts delivered by those hoping to curry favor. I'd seen every variety, and I'd learned long ago not to care about any of them.Whatever her story was, it w

Chapter 6Seraphina's POVDo you know how to be an obedient girl?The words echoed in my skull.What did that mean? What was I agreeing to?I thought of the rumors. The whispers that followed Lorenzo Vitale like shadows. The things Wren had said with that wicked gleam in her eye—ties them up, edges them for hours, makes them scream...Was that what waited for me? Would I become just another girl he'd broken and discarded?A violent shiver ran through my body.But the alternative—The cameras. The headlines. The Ashfords' faces when they saw their charity case splashed across every tabloid in the city. Adopted daughter caught in BDSM club scandal.They would throw me away. I knew it with bone-deep certainty. Whatever thin thread of obligation kept them tolerating me would snap, and I would be alone.Truly alone.I was still frozen in indecision when a voice cut through the noise."Excuse me, Mr. Vitale?"A reporter had broken through the perimeter. He approached with the false politene

Seraphina's POVStrong arms caught me before I hit the ground.It hauled me upright and held me there, pressed against a chest."Hey." Nico's voice cut through the haze. "Careful, boss. Could be a setup.""Don't scare her."The voice rumbled through me—deep, commanding, vibrating against my cheek where it pressed to his chest.The arms shifted. He stepped back, just enough to look at me.His gaze traveled downward.Slow. Deliberate. Taking inventory.I followed his eyes.Oh God.My dress was destroyed. The neckline gaped open, exposing the swell of my breasts, the lace edge of my bra barely containing them. One strap had slipped completely off my shoulder. The skirt had ridden up to obscene heights, bunched around my hips, leaving my thighs completely bare.Scrapes from the pavement marred my knees. My hair had come undone, tumbling wild around my shoulders. Mascara probably streaked my cheeks from the tears I didn't remember crying.I looked like exactly what they'd accused me of bei

Chapter 4Seraphina's POV"Well, well. What do we have here?"A man's voice. Amused."Looks like a little lost lamb stumbled to our doorstep."Shadows materialized into shapes. Three men. Four. Their faces swam in my drugged vision."Please—" My voice cracked. "I need help. Someone drugged me—"Laughter. Low and mocking."Drugged, she says." One of them crouched down, gripping my chin, forcing my face up toward the neon light. His breath reeked of whiskey and cigars. "Sweetheart, girls don't end up at Crimson Thorn by accident. You knew exactly what you were getting into.""No—I didn't—my boyfriend—""Boyfriend dropped you off as a gift, did he?" More laughter. "Lucky us."Hands grabbed my arms. Hauled me upright. My legs buckled, but they held me between them, half-dragging me toward the entrance."Let's get her inside. She'll make quite the party favor."The doors of Crimson Thorn swallowed me whole.Inside, the club was a fever dream of red and black. The air was thick with expensi

Seraphina's POVThe drink was sweet. Deceptively so."Good?" Sterling watched me with that warm smile."It's perfect."Sterling reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered against my cheek."You're so beautiful tonight, Sera. Do you know that?"My heart stuttered. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the recording was fake after all.I took another sip. Then another. The sweetness spread through me, warm and reassuring.Sterling stayed close, his hand finding the small of my back, guiding me through the room like I was something precious. Something worth protecting.Guests began arriving in waves—daughters of senators, sons of Wall Street titans, the glittering youth of Manhattan's elite. They air-kissed my cheeks and pressed champagne flutes into my hands and told me how wonderful I looked, how lucky Sterling was."Twenty years old," cooed Madison Ashworth, her diamond tennis bracelet catching the light. "And already the most enviable couple at Thornwood. When's the