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: WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT?Lucian paced across the cobblestones slowly. His emotions were too suppressed, enough that no one would ever truly know what went through his head. Every step he took with his shoes, a dull sound echoed against the ground, almost like he was pulling the air tighter around him. With just a few steps away from him, Aria stood stiffly. Her arms folded over her chest as if she could keep herself from shaking just by holding her body together.Her eyes wouldn’t stop drifting back to Camilla, like if she stopped she could disappear. Camilla sat near one of the thick pillars that supported the convent's outer archway, her back pressed into the stone as though it steadied her. Her fingers moved slowly, brushing the baby’s cheek, cradling it almost obsessively, like she needed to be reminded every second that she was still there. Every few seconds, she lifted her gaze, stealing awkward glances towards Aria, then Lucian, and tearing her gaze away again.Sister Paula walked carefully towa
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
Chapter: BODIES BODIES IIHis men stood behind him, their heads lowered, holding their feet in grief.Gianni buried his face into her hair, drawing in a shuddering breath. She was all he had left after his wife died. And now she is gone.He lifted his head slowly.“Where did you find her?” he asked the men who had delivered the body.One of them cleared his throat. “Master Lucian sent us to deliver her body. He said to tell you… she was killed in his custody. And it wasn’t him.”Gianni let out a soft, incredulous laugh, a snicker. He shook his head.“That bastard killed my daughter for the code,” he said hoarsely. “And now he wants to pretend….”His voice faltered. His grip tightened around Laura’s shoulder.“He doesn’t even have the balls to take responsibility? Tell me, who killed her, if not him?”The two men exchanged a look.“We were only sent,” one said, bowing stiffly before turning away.Gianni watched them walk away, his attention drifting back to his daughter. He drew in his bottom lip, holding back
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: BODIES BODIESGianni stood by the window of his living room, his eyes glued to the iron gates outside.The sound of the grandfather clock ticked louder with every second as though it were counting down something inevitable. Each beat drove deeper into his skull, matching the sick, crushing weight lodged in his chest.He should have thought of the consequences before accepting Rafael’s proposal. Maybe he should have been a better father. He should have hidden Laura better. Farther. Somewhere even the devils couldn’t reach her.“Master… er....”The voice cut through the silence like a sharp knife. One of his men shifted uncomfortably behind him, clearly unsure whether to continue. The others stood scattered across the room, stiff and uneasy, their usual tough self was stripped away due to the tension.“We have some of the men out there searching for her already,” the man continued, clueless. “The ports, the side streets, the....”“Hmn.”Gianni let out a low grunt, slow and hollow. He twirled the t
Last Updated: 2026-01-22
Chapter: BARGAIN, WITH YOU!? II"What are you doing, get away from me." Camilla whined. But Aria remained, Lucian let out a small chuckle."Is this the hill you'll die on? The sister who doesn't love you enough to care if you live or die?" He asked, “Give that loyalty to me, and maybe you’ll see my world isn’t so bad.”"This is not for her..." Aria whispered.Sister Paula raised her head from the ground slightly, trembling.“It’s about her child,” Aria said. “If you kill her, who takes care of it?”“That child is Rafael and your traitor sister combined,” Lucian snapped. “They gave birth to disappointment. Why should I care?”“Aria, let him do it,” Camilla muttered. Even though she knew he wouldn't pull the trigger, but she didn't want Aria's help. “No,” Aria shook her head.“This isn't even your fight, why are you even here?” Camilla demanded. Aria let out a silent chuckle, and released Lucian's hand. He withdrew the gun, but she turned, gazing into Camilla's eyes, and her hand came down hard on Camilla's cheek.
Last Updated: 2026-01-19
Chapter: BARGAIN, WITH YOU?! Aria’s head rested against the window, her breath fogging the glass in slow bursts while her thoughts raced faster than the Porsche. What was she even supposed to say to Camilla? Congratulations on the baby sounded nice, but is it? The child which she had for the criminal she turned against her for? Maybe she could start the conversation another way, or say nothing at all. She lifted her head slowly and turned to Lucian. He hadn’t said a word since the drive began. One hand rested on his thigh. His jaw was locked so tight she could almost hear it grinding. Her throat clenched. Mostly, at the idea of asking what he'd do to Camilla. She couldn't even appeal on her behalf at the moment, he already doesn't trust her. But his silence was killing her. “Why didn’t you tell Domenico about Camilla and her baby?” she asked. Lucian exhaled sharply through his nose. His index finger rubbed along his jaw once before his eyes slid to her. “Do you want her dead before you even get the cha
Last Updated: 2026-01-19
Chapter: YOU'RE ALREADY IN HELL “Oh I sure as hell know you wouldn’t want to fuck with me. Bring Camilla and that baby out now!” Rafael hurled his tumbler to the floor. It shattered loudly, glass skidding across the marble. The sound echoed through the room, adding to the already tense atmosphere. He had made all the house keepers line up before him, along with his men. Their heads bowed, shoulders shaking while the men stood behind them with confusion plastered on their faces. "And get those fucking midwives here!" He thundered. The servant closest to him flinched slightly, her head bowed. Rafael turned to see her still standing there, his eyes widened even further in anger. “Well?” he snapped. “Why are you still standing here?” “I-i-i’m sorry…” the girl stammered. Her hands trembled violently at her sides. She couldn’t lift her head, and her feet refused to move due to extreme fear that coursed through her. Rafael let out an exasperated sigh, and grabbed her face. His fingers dug into her cheeks, nails pr
Last Updated: 2026-01-16
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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