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: ONLY YOU MAKES SENSE RIGHT NOW IIHe straightened, his own breathing ragged. In one swift motion, he lifted her off the counter and placed her on the floor—facing away from him. He pushed her forward, her stomach kissing the cold marble edge. She braced against the side to steady herself.Lucian’s hands went to her hips, holding her there. He unhooked his suspenders, drawing his trousers down—his cock springing free. Aria’s breath was shallow, then she felt the blunt head of him press against her entrance. He pushed in slowly, a torturing, inch-by inch movement that stretched her open, making her feel every ridge and vein of his thick shaft. “Mmmph….” Her breath came in a ragged gasp. “You feel that?’ He murmured, his voice dark rumble against her ear. “My cock in your fucking cunt. It’s where it’s been craving to be.” He filled her completely. Then he pulled back, almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside. The sudden emptiness left air kissing her entrance, before he drove back in fast. He thrusted in
Last Updated: 2026-05-05
Chapter: ONLY YOU MAKES SENSE RIGHT NOW.“Aria…” He muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. Lucian’s hands clenched at his sides, like it was taking everything in him not to lash out at her.She huffed, turning her back at him before walking to the kitchen. Not because she was hungry, or wanted anything. She pulled it open, standing in front of it as she stared at nothing. The cold air hit her face. It was the only place that was closest to escaping him—the only thing she could think of that wasn’t him. Lucian’s footsteps soon filled the hallway, heavy and floating towards the kitchen. His hand came down over her shoulder, pulling her away as he slammed the fridge shut so hard the bottles inside rattled.Aria’s hand was still on the handle when it closed, and she turned to face him. His chest heaved slightly, and his eyes were on her face with that look—-that one she had stopped trying to find words for. “What is your problem with me?” She lifted her chin, shattering the silence. “I don’t have a problem with you.” She s
Last Updated: 2026-05-05
Chapter: THE CARBONES(The next day)The elevator dinged and Lucian stepped out. His white shirt half buttoned, collar straight with black suspenders. The only evidence yesterday happened at all was the small closed cut above his right temple. He had treated the cut before dawn because he wouldn’t let Aria touch it. Lucian crossed the lobby and one of his men, Marco, pushed the glass doors open for him.He stopped at the top of the step, outside. Three black cars sat in the curbed drive below, and his jaw tightened before he had fully taken them in. He recognized the plate numbers.Only one family had them in the whole of Sicily—The Carbones, and they do not get along. He went down the steps. Six men—broad shouldered, faced with scars, dressed in black with guns held low at their sides. They spread out, occupying the space between the cars and the steps.In front of it all, One shoulder leaned against the hood of the centre car, arms folded and ankles crossed.Dante Carbone.He stood tall, muscular, le
Last Updated: 2026-05-02
Chapter: IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT III(Continuation) The tires of a black Maybach screeched as Domenico brought it to a stop in front of the convent gate, the gravel scattering forward in a wave. Nothing hit harder than betrayal. Lucian might not have told him where Camilla was, but he knew his brother well enough, there was no better place to hide her than here. He stepped out before the engine died, his jacket hanging off one shoulder, his knuckles still split and dried with blood that wasn't entirely his.The gate was shut. A low old iron, bolted from the inside. Domenico grabbed it with both hands and shoved it. It swung aside. He stormed in. The courtyard spread open around him, a single light burning above the entrance doors.Within seconds, the entrance doors opened before he reached the steps. Sister Paula appeared in the gap, one hand on the frame, her eyes widening as they settled on him before a small smile touched her lips. She hadn’t seen him since the raid. As far she knew, Lucian was the only one who
Last Updated: 2026-04-27
Chapter: IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT“Hit me.” Lucian breathed, gaze set on his brother. Domenico’s jaw locked, his chest rising and falling hard. His knuckles bleeding onto the glass at his feet, and he stood there unmoving as his eyes shot daggers at Lucian. “Come on, fucking hit me!” Lucian’s voice rose.A short sound came out of Domenico, almost like a laugh, but lacking humor, almost hollow. “Why won’t you hit me?” Lucian spread his arms slightly, gesturing to himself. The blood from his forehead was running again, trailing down the side of his face, and he pressed the back of his hand on it and pulled it away. “I lied to you. I hid her from you.” He continued, trying to get a rise out of him. “I looked you in the eye and I said nothing. So come on.” His voice cracked on the last two words.”Come on, brother. Hit me.” Aria’s feet were planted on the floor, her knuckles had gone white against the frame. The trembling had started in her hands, moving to her legs and her throat. Domenico’s gaze drifted, sliding
Last Updated: 2026-04-18
Chapter: IT’S ALL YOUR FAULTThe air in the room drooped, with the silence so loud, if a pin dropped, it could be heard. Domenico’s gaze lingered on him for a second.In just that split second, his brows pulled together, then stilled. His mind had received the words and was currently refusing to arrange them in the obvious order. A short, humorless laugh escaped his throat. His lips twitched slightly.“Say that again.” The words finally let his lips, his voice low. Lucian set his glass on the desk beside him. “ I have Camilla,” He turned to meet his gaze with a calmness of his own. He waited. Hell, he wanted it to happen. Maybe if Domenico broke him hard enough, it would quiet the noise in his head. The atmosphere got heavy, and quiet. Where was the rage? Why wasn’t he saying anything?Domenico’s head dropped slightly, his gaze holding the floor. His fingers had stilled on the glass, while his jaw flexed, tightened, releasing again and again. Lucian watched silently and waited. Like he had set a bomb and w
Last Updated: 2026-04-10
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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