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: FUCKING TURN OF EVENTS “I say we drown her,” Domenico said calmly, as he leaned back against the counter. He and Lucian settled at the wine bar in the far wing of the house, with a single wall lamp that cast amber light over the polished shelves lined with aged bottles.He clipped the end of his cigarette smoothly, and flicked the lighter. The flame flared briefly before kissing the end of the cigarette. “Then we drop her by the seaside.” He finished.Domenico exhaled slowly, smoke curled upward. “What message does that send to Gianni?” He added. Lucian sat across from him, one hand rested on the bar table. He picked his tumbler, the ice clinking softly as amber colored liquid swirled insideHis face remained poised, “Gianni would know who did it,” he said evenly, lifting the glass to his lips. “So would half the gangs in Sicily, especially if you leave your trademark.”Most gangs knew that one of the De Rossi brothers had a fetish, they weren't just sure who it was. But it was Domenico, and his trophy c
Last Updated: 2026-01-09
Chapter: THE ESCAPE Camilla's chest shuddered with each ragged breath, pain radiated through her body. Blood still trailed down her legs, soaking the once white gown. Her newborn cooed softly, swaddled tightly in a thin blanket.“You need to leave now, before he gets back,” Imelda said, her trembling despite her attempts to remain calm. She moved quickly, gathering loose blankets to further wrap the baby in.“If he knows you helped me….” Camilla whispered, the words trembling on her lips. “He'll kill you.”Imelda shook her head, letting out a sharp sigh “well, I guess my time is up then,” she said, dragging a small bag close. “ Besides…it's better than working for his self absorbed self anyway.” She dropped to her knees beside Camilla, and shoved the supplies into the bag.“Here..” she said, holding a small bottle of ibuprofen up. “Take these. The pain will be…. manageable. I wish I could come with you, but I can't. You're on your own now. And this little one….” Her gaze softened at the baby's coos. “
Last Updated: 2026-01-04
Chapter: AN EYE FOR AN EYE IILucian's jaws clenched softly, his eyes twitching slightly at the sight before him. He knew his brother wasn't as open minded as he was, but he had never felt a time would come where he couldn't predict what he could do.The girl's chest shuddered as sobs tore through her, the gag muffling her cries as she was unable to pull herself up from the rug. With a soft creak, the door opened even further. Lucian's gaze was still fixated on the girl, he didn't see Aria had walked in, She stood at the threshold, one hand holding the doorframe as if she'd stopped mid step. Lucian lifted his head to meet her gaze, her throat clenched up. Her eyes dropped to the floor, and the colors drained from her face.“Why? Why didn't you wait for me to give you orders!?” Lucian shouted, rising up and turning to face his brother.“Because I won't sit back and watch power slip through your fingers,” Domenico snapped. “If you had died like some common bastard, the rules would have changed. The De Rossi name is
Last Updated: 2026-01-01
Chapter: AN EYE FOR AN EYE Lucian's fingers tapped repeatedly against his desk, his legs crossed as he rested comfortably in his swivel chair. A cigarette between his fingers, smoke curled lazily around him and towards the ceiling of his study. His mind had been a hazy mess, trying to conjure up the best punishment for Gianni. He couldn't possibly just let him off with an easy death. He took a drag from the cigarette again, his jaws clenched. If Aria hadn't been there, he'd be dead, and he hated it. His phone buzzed on the table, snapping him from his many thoughts. But he didn't look immediately, he knew who it was. The phone buzzed again the third time, then he picked up, putting the phone to his ear lazily. “And I thought your brother would pick up the phone,” Gianni’s voice purred through the line, and Lucian could almost picture the smug look on his face. “Is he busy sharpening his knives for revenge?” Lucian leaned further back in his chair, taking the cigarette off his lips as smoke trailed out.
Last Updated: 2025-12-29
Chapter: RUN WHILE YOU CAN II“Raf-Rafa-el..” She choked out, her face losing color gradually as his hands tightened even further around her throat.“Don't,” He warned, “Ever say that again!” He finished, aggressively taking his hands off her neck. Her hands flew to her throat instantly, rubbing it while trying to take in as much air as possible.“You think your affection for me gives you the right to talk down on me?”He continued. “ Need i remind you, Camilla. You carrying my child doesn't give you any immunity.”She sniffled, more tears rolled down her face. Why, why couldn't she bring herself to hate him despite all he does to her? What in her made her love such a dangerous man?“Rafael.....please.” She sobbed.She shook her head slightly, more tears rolled down freely. “You don't mean that. This child means a lot to both of us, I mean alot to you. You love me, I know you do.”She reached for him again, her hand trembling as it aimed for his face. The denial in her was unlike anything she'd ever felt. How coul
Last Updated: 2025-12-28
Chapter: RUN WHILE YOU CAN“Che stronzata!!” (Fucking bullshit)In one fluid motion, a crystal tumbler shattered against the wall, exploding into tiny shards that scattered across the marble floor. The echo cut through the atmosphere in the living room like a gunshot.Rafael stood at the centre of the room, his chest heaving, and his knuckles clenched tightly they turned white. His black shirt clung to his back with sweat, his black hair ruffled as he'd ran his fingers through it a dozen times, and his collar undone.“Quanto può essere difficile uccidere un uomo.” (How hard can it be to kill one man?) He thundered, as he paced around the same spot. “Useless, every single one of them.”Camilla hovered near the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, and the other rested unconsciously on her swollen belly. Her legs had increased in size since the progression of her pregnancy, hitting the nine months mark. Her heart pounded in her chest with every step he took, huff and every cuss. She hadn't exactly been hav
Last Updated: 2025-12-28
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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