TAMING HIS LITTLE VIRGIN
WARNING‼️: This is no sweet love story. It's a raw, dark. This is obsession, Power, Control, Pain,and the kind of pleasure that ruins you for anyone else.
"Ten million for a woman who doesn’t know her worth—until he shows her just how much it costs to please him."
Aria was just looking for her sister, Instead, she ended up bound, blindfolded, and sold at a secret black-market auction.
But Luciano De Rossi isn’t just a collector of fine things, he's the devil, and Aria is his newest obsession and his collateral for her sister’s debt.
She’s a virgin, a fighter, a woman who swears she’ll never beg.
He’s a man who loves to hear her scream
and for the next ninety days, she belongs to him.
Every inch of her. Every breath. Every orgasm.
Whether she likes it… or not.
But the deeper she falls into Lucian’s dangerous world of secrets and sin, the more her hate turns to need, and the more he burns to break her completely.
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Chapter: DRIVING HIM INSANE“Hmn…” Aria let out a soft moan as she inhaled deeply, a small smile curled at the corner of her lips. Her hands dug into the railing, gripping tightly while Lucian’s shirt draped over her small frame. His cologne engulfed the air around her, the hem of the shirt brushed her bare thighs as she raised one of her legs to steady her stance. A couple strands of her hair fell on her face as the breeze bristled past her. Her lips grew wider with a smile, seeing the lights all over the city, knowing that people were still out there living their best lives. Aria’s heart still thudded ever since they left the club. She couldn’t stop the rush of emotions, how Lucian’s hand clamped down on her thigh so possessively when Gianni’s hungry eyes wouldn’t get off her.Her hands went down to graze her thigh, before they slid back into the shirt. She caressed her chest, her heart. What was this feeling? Why was she basking in the thrill of Lucian claiming her? Was she starting to love this devil?
Last Updated: 2025-10-13
Chapter: OF DEALS AND SECRETS“You think Gianni would forgive the little fight that happened here last time?” Domenico muttered as he slammed his car door shut behind him, his voice laced with sarcasm.Lucian’s gaze rested on the flashy sign board that rested on the building before him, “The short bastard doesn’t have any right to offer me forgiveness. Who knows, I might still walk out with all his teeth.” His tone calm, yet echoing with so much pent up anger.He turned softly, his attention drifting to Aria as she slid out of the car. “Why don’t you stay in the car, Aria.” He said softly,Her eyes flickered between the neon lit entrance and his softened gaze, “How bad can it be? I’ve seen worse.” Her lips twitched in a half smile that didn’t reach her eyes.Lucian’s gaze remained on her body, reading her expression for the truth before he let out a soft exhale.“We need to go.” Domenico feet moved briskly towards the entrance, his gaze rested on the sign as he added, “And maybe don’t consider keeping her in t
Last Updated: 2025-09-15
Chapter: NIGHTMARES AND AMBUSHES IITwenty minutes later“Where is she?” Lucian paced down the hallway, “I need to get down to the port, but I need to see Sister Maria before we leave.”Domenico glanced at his phone, “I’ve put a call through to the convent, she should be here in….”His voice trailed off when the elevator chimed as its doors slid open. Two of Lucian’s men stepped out first, carrying a wooden chest between them. Behind them, a pair of feet trailed. Her habit pressed neat against her body, with a rosary clenched tight around her hands.Her eyes flickered to the marble floors, the high windows and the open skylit of the penthouse ceiling. “She’s here,” Domenico peeped from the hallway,“Ave Maria…” She whispered, her voice in awe. “Questo posto e bellissimo.” (This place is beautiful)A squeal cut through her surprise, shattering the stillness.“Sister Maria!”Liana’s voice echoed differently with excitement as her little feet moved swiftly down the hall, her curls bouncing with each step she took. Sist
Last Updated: 2025-09-02
Chapter: NIGHTMARES AND AMBUSHES“Ah! Ahhh!” A piercing scream shattered the stillness of the morning.The duvet scrambled off Lucian as he jerked awake, his heart pounded rapidly in his chest as his hand instinctively reached for the gun at this nightstand before realizing it wasn’t danger.“Uncle!” The voice screamed, panic filled the voice so much that it echoed differently. Aria jerked up instinctively, her head snapped to Lucian, whose gaze was fixated on the door, like his ears were straining.“Liana!” He breathed, in seconds he was on his feet. Aria scrambled beside him, her barefoot almost stumbling on each other as they raced for the door. Lucian’s feet moved swiftly in the hallway, his hand pressed hurriedly on the handle of Liana’s room door.“Uncle…” Sobs tore through her throat, as she sat upright in her bed. Her small hands clutched the sheets as her small frame trembled.“Non avere paura, sono qui adesso.” (Don’t be afraid, I’m here now) He whispered as he sat gently on her bed, reaching for her.
Last Updated: 2025-09-01
Chapter: FOLLOW MY WHIP 🔞“You’ll have a safe word,” Lucian said, his hands moving softly as he dragged the coil of leather across her skin. Her breathing got heavy as her chest rose highly, the whip hummed faintly when he snapped it tight in his fist.“Ah!” A sharp gasp escaped her throat as she flinched,“One word, and everything stops.” His feet moved repeatedly in circles around her, “One word, and I’ll let you crawl back into the light.”Her lashes fluttered against the blindfold, “What word will it be?”“You choose, little dove” He paused his steps as his mouth curved, and his eyes beamed with dark amusement. “But think carefully. Because once you say it, once you spit it past those pretty lips, you’ll make all of this…” His hand flexed upward as he cracked the whip against the marble floor, the sharp sound shattered the silence.“Go away.” He finished, Her mouth let out a soft exhale, and her thighs pressed together as if the sound itself cut through her.“Candles.” She whispered, his brow furrowe
Last Updated: 2025-09-01
Chapter: READY TO SUBMIT TO PAIN “You’re safe now, nothing will hurt you anymore.” Aria’s hand brushed over Liana’s small frame. Her lashes rested like a fragile angel against her bruised skin, as she curled beneath the heavy duvet. Aria’s eyes darted to the small faint mark circled around her wrist, where Evelina’s men had grabbed her too roughly, or maybe it was Rafael. “Poor thing, I’m so sorry.” She whispered. Then she tucked the blankets tighter, smoothed the stray strand of hair from Liana’s forehead, and her lips collided against her temple in a soft kiss. The sheets writhe softly as Liana stirred, but she remained deeply asleep. With one last glance, Aria’s hand brushed against the door handle as she closed it softly behind her. Before she could turn, another sound shattered the silence in the air, “Hm! Fuck!” A groan echoed in the hallway, Aria’s head snapped to the side, to catch the sound. Her feet padded softly on the marble tiles, as the hem of her white gown trailed behind her,
Last Updated: 2025-08-23
Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 9 His eyes beamed slightly, like she had given him the go ahead to go all out on her. Swiftly, he placed her two legs on the table And pressed her chest gently till she lay flat, her body exposed to him. Her nipples pink and hard, waiting and begging for his touch. Her wetness leaked from her entrance desperate for his cock. His hands roamed her body, like he was tracing every curve, every inch of her. He soon got on top of her, his weight pressed her down just enough to make her feel utterly overwhelmed by his scent. “You’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen, Seraphine,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear as he pulled down his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock, with precum beaded on his top. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire of just taking her whole. But he was taking his time He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock teased sloppy entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His need for consent even drov
Last Updated: 2025-05-07
Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 8 His lips crashed again hers in a needy kiss, their tongues entwined. His upper lips sucked her bottom lip softly, but needy. Nia’s hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened. Her fingers moved into his hair, tangling in his curls. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as his tongue slid against hers, turning on something she hadn’t felt ever since she left Massimo. The canvas crashed to the floor as Liam scooped her up from the stool. He carried her towards his work table, and swept his arm across it, sending paintbrushes and jars of pigment tumbling to the ground. He lifted her effortlessly, her butt jiggled as he placed her on the now clear surface as his lips never left hers. “Liam,” she breathed, her voice barely audible as his hands moved to her bra, fumbling with the clasp before tossing it aside. His touch was rough but gentle at the same time, like the need to consume her but worship every inch of her.
Last Updated: 2025-05-06
Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 7“You mean, naked?” She almost choked on her words, Her breath caught in her throat, Liam was a complete stranger. Connection or not, she still didn’t know the guy. “You can leave them on if you’re more comfortable,” He said, his voice steady. “I’m sorry if that sounded, erm…” The words just scattered and he couldn’t put them in place, But before he could say more, her hands moved to the hem of her coat, pulling it away from her body. He quickly turned away, and for a moment, she thought he might leave. But instead, he grabbed a piece of light silk fabric from a nearby table and approached her with slow steps. “Here,” he said, draping the fabric over her shoulders. It fell loosely down her back, barely covering her but somehow making her feel less exposed. Nia could almost smell the nervousness on him, but yet he tried to put himself together just to make her comfortable. “You can sit here,” He pointed toward the raised platform near the window, where the city lights would norm
Last Updated: 2025-03-16
Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 6“Liam Vale, I’m an artist.” He stepped closer, a polite smile played his lips as he extended a sleek black card toward her. The crisp edges brushed her fingertips like an invitation laced she knew was a bad idea. But how many bad ideas has she had, this probably wouldn’t count. “I’d like to paint you. My studio isn’t far,” he offered again, Her eyes darted back to him, while her lips parted to give him a response. But she couldn’t come up with one that wouldn’t put her in danger with him, Julien. Nia's fingers hovered near the card, trembling slightly. Something about him moved her, she was sure it wasn’t just because he’s a carbon copy of micheal. His gaze, warmth, the polite and comforting aura around him. It called to her, and his eyes begged her for a good response, or at least take the card from him. “I would..” she was cut off when an arm snaked possessively around her waist, yanking her closer. With how possessive and violently territorial it was, she knew
Last Updated: 2025-03-15
Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 5“The Elysian Art event” The moment Nia stepped into the grand, dimly lit venue, she felt the weight of every eye on her. The gallery echoed with soft conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and the quiet admiration of art. Paintings and sculptures were arranged elegantly , their creators stood proudly beside them, eager to secure a wealthy buyer when the event starts. Her gaze moved across the room, taking in the familiar environment . From Sera’s scattered memories, she could recall this was Julien’s guilty pleasure—an exclusive art pop-up event that only the elite had access to. It was held every three months, always in a big secretive location, a gathering where art was not just admired but treated like a weapon—bought, claimed, and manipulated. And Julien thrived in it. He didn’t just collect art. He consumed it. Bought pieces from struggling or promising artists only to repaint them, to reshape them, to strip them of their identity but not to make them his own He want
Last Updated: 2025-03-14
Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 4 “Please, I can’t. it’s too much—” Julien’s response was a low, possessive growl, his pace quickened as if her plea only fueled him further. “You can take it,” he snarled, as he leaned over her, his lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “You’ll take everything I give you, Sera. Because you’re mine. You belong to me.” His hips snapped forward, as he drove into her with a force that made her cry out, her nails dug into the edges of the counter. But it wasn’t enough for him. Not tonight. He needed to see her, to look into her eyes as he claimed her. With a swift, almost violent motion, he flipped her onto her back, her legs instinctively wrapped around his torso as he carried her with him, and pinned her against the wall. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, but before she could even gasp, his cock buried inside her again, thrusting into her with an intensity that left her clawing at the wall for support. “Look at me,” Julien commanded, his voice dark and demandin
Last Updated: 2025-03-13
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