FL: Ravenna Skye: a fallen heiress, bold and nearly brokenML: Killian Drake: a cold, stone-faced billionaire with filthy appetites..“Say it again,” Killian growled, his mouth at Ravenna’s ear, voice deep and ragged as the glass desk rattled beneath her bare ass.Ravenna moaned, her thighs spread wide, his cock buried to the hilt inside her dripping heat. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk, eyes glazed and lips trembling.“I’m yours,” she gasped, “Fuck, I’m yours—please—”His palm struck her cheek lightly. Not enough to hurt, just enough to burn her pride.“I own you,” he snarled. “Say that.”Her back arched as he slammed into her again, hitting that deep spot that made her see stars. Her ruined designer heels slid on the slick wood floor.“You own me—” she choked, gasping, “Killian, please, I can’t—”He laughed, cruel and breathless. “Oh, you will. I want every filthy part of you laid bare tonight. There’s no hiding in my world, Ravenna.”It hadn’t started this way.Two nig
Tropes: Enemies to lovers, billionaire x bankrupt, forced proximity, rude hero, emotionally complex, explicitly steamy.Warnings: Explicit content, power imbalance, intense body language..Teyanna Halor had once owned skyscrapers and sparkled in paparazzi flashes. Now she stood in stilettos two years old, wearing a thrifted silk dress that clung to her in the wrong places, sweating under the crystal lights of the Venetian ballroom.And Tobias Whale, cold, merciless, stone-cut Tobias was seated at the top of it all.The last man on earth she wanted to beg.Her heels clicked toward him like betrayal.Tobias sat unmoving, long fingers curled around a half-empty glass of bourbon, black tailored suit sharp against the glow of chandeliers. His jaw looked carved from frost. His gaze sliced through her before she even spoke.“I need five million.”Her voice didn’t tremble. She wouldn't give him that.He didn’t blink. “For what? A spa day?”She didn’t flinch, even as the insult struck.“For
He was kneeling.Scarred hands behind his back. Shirt ripped open. Eyes locked on mine as if tethered.“You’re quiet tonight,” I murmured, swirling the last of my red wine in its crystal cage. My heels clicked slowly over the marble floor, the black slit of my gown whispering against my thighs with each step.Silas didn’t answer, not with words.Just a clench of his jaw.Just the unmistakable way his eyes dropped to my hands as I reached into my thigh holster and slowly drew out the golden blade.“Oh, you remember this,” I purred.The knife, curved and delicate, a ceremonial relic gifted by my grandfather after I closed my first deal without spilling a single drop of blood. Until Silas. Until I wanted to mark something that couldn’t be cleaned up.He swallowed hard.“Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you lied to me again?” I walked behind him, dragging the flat side of the blade along his shoulder, slow enough to watch him shiver.“You said you’d ruin me,” he rasped.“I said I’d
Paula watched the sweat roll down Silas’s spine as he knelt in front of her again, naked, collared, and marked with faint bruises from last night’s session. Her hand idly stroked the armrest of her leather chair, one leg slung over the other, her silk robe parted enough to reveal the soft curve of her thigh.He was hard already. She hadn’t even touched him yet.“You remember what I told you?” she murmured.Silas nodded, breath shallow. “Yes, mistress.”“Say it.”“You said I’m your toy,” he whispered. “But tonight… I belong to you and Rhea.”Her red lips curved."Good. I want you to remember that."A knock at the suite door made him flinch. Paula didn’t move.“Come in.”Rhea entered in all black, tight leather pants, stilettos, a halter that exposed the swell of her breasts and the glint of a thin silver whip coiled at her waist. Her hair was pulled into a high knot, face glowing with anticipation.“Well,” she drawled, eyes sliding over Silas like she might devour him. “He’s already on
Paula watched him from her velvet armchair, legs elegantly crossed, dressed in a crimson silk robe that hung open just enough to show the black lace underneath. Her fingers curled around a crystal glass of wine, and her eyes burned into the man kneeling before her.Silas was naked.Naked, hard, and collared.The collar was black leather, a fresh gift from her this morning. No chains yet. Just the silent reminder that he belonged. Not to himself. To her.“Good boys don’t speak unless asked,” she purred, tilting her glass to her lips.He nodded, eyes trained on the floor like she taught him.Tonight wasn’t like the others. Tonight was special.Because tonight, he was going to be watched.She had invited two trusted friends, old-money mafia daughters like her, equally twisted in their desires. Paula had whispered to them about Silas’s obedience, the way he whined when denied, the way he begged when touched.And they had wanted a glimpse.Tonight, she would give them a show.There was a s
“You’re coming with me tonight.”Paula’s voice was casual, but there was no mistaking the command behind it. She stood in the mirror of her walk-in closet, pulling sheer black stockings up her thighs. Her black silk dress hugged her like a second skin, slit high enough to tease. Her heels clicked on the marble floor like a countdown.Silas stood in the doorway, shirt half-buttoned, lips parted.“To the mafia gala?” he asked, as if he weren’t still sore from the way she’d ridden him into the mattress that morning.Paula turned to face him, lips red, expression amused. “I want them to see you. Want them to know what I own.”He swallowed hard. “You’re not scared they’ll say something?”She smiled slowly. “Let them.”Silas couldn’t speak. Not when she stalked toward him, grabbing his shirt by the collar, pulling him close.“You're mine tonight, pet,” she whispered, dragging her red nails down his chest. “You will sit. You will obey. And if you’re good…”Her hand moved lower, palm cupping