LOGIN"Stay awake," he ordered softly, deadly. "Stay, or I swear I’ll fuck you alive right here just to keep your heart beating." *** She signed her submission. Now she has to surrender her soul. Aria Valente is the picture of perfection, billionaire heiress, tech mogul, mafia princess. But beneath the steel facade lies a secret desire to surrender in a world where control is an absolute necessity for survival. To submit. One night at the infamous Crimson Vault BDSM club, she meets a masked dangerous man who makes her knees weak with one command his name is Dominus. Their chemistry is dangerous, their sessions addictive so she agrees to become his submissive under a strict contract. He never shows his face. He gives no name. Only rules. Only touch. Only pleasure. She is summoned by her family and finds out that she was betrothed at birth to the Don of a powerful Moretti mafia this is meant to merge bloodlines and end an old vendetta. Refusal means losing her shares, her company, her freedom. She vows to destroy the union. Until she meets her future husband ,Nero Moretti, the youngest, most feared Don in Italy. And when she sees him she freezes. Because Nero… Is Dominus. Now bound by blood, lust, and secrets, Aria must play his game or lose everything. But what if she doesn’t want to win anymore?
View MoreARIA"How do you feel?" he asked, circling me slowly to check the rope and my body's response to it."Like I'm flying," I breathed, and it was true. The pressure of the rope created this floating sensation, like gravity had released me and I was suspended in space and time.He smiled genuinely. "That's exactly what it should feel like."Then his hands were on me, sliding over my skin, tracing the patterns of rope and the curves of my body. He cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers until I gasped and tried to arch into his touch but couldn't because of the rope. The restriction made everything more intense, every sensation magnified because I couldn't move away or lean in, I could only take what he gave me."So responsive," he murmured, and then his mouth was on my neck, sucking and biting gently while his hands continued their exploration. He moved lower to tease between my thighs where I was already embarrassingly wet, his fingers sliding through my folds without
Aria's POVI was in the library when he walked in with purpose in his eyes and something that looked almost like nervousness, though I must have imagined it because Nero Moretti didn't get nervous."Tonight." he said simply, and I knew what he meant.My stomach flipped and heat pooled low in my belly as I followed him down the hallway to that locked door. The walk felt longer this time as we walked slowly into my unraveling. He opened it and the scent of leather and musk hit me fast, making my heart quicken and my palms sweat.The Red Room looked different at night with candles lit along the walls casting dancing shadows across the equipment. It felt sacred somehow, like a church built for a different kind of worship. "Before we begin let’s negotiate," Nero said, leading me to the padded bench and sitting me down. He pulled up a chair and faced me, his expression serious in a way I'd never seen before. Not the cold Dom from Crimson Vault or the cruel husband who'd locked me away, but
Aria's POVI woke to the smell of garlic and something rich simmering on the stove.For a moment I thought I was dreaming because there was no way Nero Moretti, mafia Don and sadistic bastard, was cooking. But when I padded into the kitchen still wearing his shirt and nothing else, there he was standing at the stove in dark slacks and a white button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows.He glanced over his shoulder when I entered and something flickered in his eyes that I couldn't name."Sit," he said, nodding to the small table by the window.I sat because I was too shocked to do anything else and watched him move around the kitchen with an ease that didn't fit the image of him I'd built in my head. He wasn't just competent, he was skilled, chopping herbs with quick efficient movements and tasting the sauce with a wooden spoon before adjusting the seasoning."You cook. I thought you didn't know anything but the basic eggs and coffee." I said stupidly."I do a lot of things you do
Aria's POVHe came for me after dinner.I'd spent the entire day pacing his fortress in nothing but his shirt, my mind spinning with possibilities of what he meant by showing me something. Every creak of the house made me jump, every shadow made my heart race, and by the time the sun set I was wound so tight I thought I might snap.When the bedroom door opened I was standing by the window pretending I wasn't waiting for him."Come with me," he said.No greeting, no explanation, just that command in his voice that made my stomach flip.I turned to face him and he was holding something black and silky. A blindfold."No," I said immediately."Yes.""I'm not going anywhere blind."He walked toward me with that predator grace that made me want to run and stay at the same time. "You will because I'm telling you to, and because deep down you want to know what I'm hiding."Damn him for being right.He stopped in front of me and held up the blindfold. "Trust me, Aria.""I don't trust you.""Th
ARIA’S POV"You're not God, Nero."My voice sliced through the silence of the Moretti estate hallway. The chandeliers flickered like they could sense what was coming. I stood there in heels that should have made me feel powerful but all I felt was rage and he also did, as I saw the war in his eyes.
Aria's pov Present dayI didn’t sit.Not at first.Not when his eyes, those same eyes that once held me in the chokehold of pleasure and pain were lklocked onto mine.Not when I watched his mouth curl ever so slightly at the corner like he was entertained by my shock.He looked like… words couldn'
Aria's pov24hrs before You’d think after willingly submitting to a stranger who tied me up, whispered filthy promises in my ear and left me in a blissful haze of pain and pleasure, I’d wake up questioning every decision I’d ever made.But I didn’t.I woke up to the quietness of my penthouse suite
Aria's POV“What?!”“Stop yelling.”"You betrothed me? You can’t be serious."The words burst out of me before I could think. My heels slammed against the marble as I walked across the drawing room and stopped right in front of my father's chair.He didn't even look up. Just sat there in his perfec






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