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Suicide Mission

Autor: Grace Daniel
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-09 00:44:09

Ava's POV

The bed was a vast, cold expanse when I opened my eyes.

Lorenzo was gone again, leaving nothing behind but the lingering scent of his cologne and the dull ache of a night spent surrendering to a man I should have been fighting.

The sun was high, bleeding through the heavy velvet curtains, mocking the dark choices I’d made to save a girl’s life.

I dressed slowly, my body feeling heavy and disconnected as if I were a ghost haunting my own skin.

Downstairs, the villa was eerily quiet
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  • Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.    Suicide Mission

    Ava's POV The bed was a vast, cold expanse when I opened my eyes. Lorenzo was gone again, leaving nothing behind but the lingering scent of his cologne and the dull ache of a night spent surrendering to a man I should have been fighting. The sun was high, bleeding through the heavy velvet curtains, mocking the dark choices I’d made to save a girl’s life. I dressed slowly, my body feeling heavy and disconnected as if I were a ghost haunting my own skin.Downstairs, the villa was eerily quiet. I walked into the kitchen and stopped short. Cage was sitting at the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. It was a jarringly domestic sight for a man whose hands I had seen covered in blood only hours ago. I had categorized him as a weapon, a blunt instrument of Lorenzo’s will; seeing him absorb the morning news felt like a glitch in the reality he projected.He looked up, offering a brief, clinical nod. "Good morning, ma'am." His voice was flat, devoid o

  • Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.    Embarking On A Sexual Game

    Ava's POV I noticed how he addressed me as Pupa when we were intimate and little bird when he wanted to be serious. And right now, Lorenzo was showing a great amount of self-control, looking at me with pure curiosity, with no trace of the lust and desire in his eyes. The horny man who was ready to have sex with me was gone in a snap of a finger and even with his fully erected cock in my hand begging for a release.“So what are your rules, little bird?” He asked again, pinching my chin and tilting my head up while staring down at me like a God staring at his servant. I swallowed the lump in my throat and hardened my gaze. “First, you're only allowed to receive pleasure from me. I don't want any STDs from you. Second, I'll be the one to determine how or when you get the pleasure. Third, you're not allowed to kill or harm anybody who I choose to have sexual intercourse with,” I listed them but the last line made his lips curved upwards. “Sexual intercourse.” He chuckled. “You make it

  • Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.    Sharp Edges

    Ava's POV I gasped, my hand fists as I tried to keep myself from falling on my weakened knees. Lorenzo was indeed a monster wrapped in an expensive suit, just like he had me wrapped around his finger. He pinched my nipples sharply before rolling it between his fingers. My body trembled, instinctively leaning backwards into his arms. His other hand slowly left my breast and then down my stomach. I could feel the fear and anticipation running through my veins like lava, hot and fast. “Lorenzo!” I bit my lips, fighting any sound from coming out as he ran his fingers through my wet folds. “As ready as ever,” he whispered in my ear, and then a light chuckle. He continued the slow torture, pinching and fondling my breast while his fingers moved lazily between my legs, playing my clit like a harp, his lips kissed its way down my neck to my shoulders until heat radiated through my body.The slow, gentle and tender touch elicited something darker and undescribed in the pit of my stomach.

  • Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.    Surrendering To The Monster

    Ava's POV I stared at the closed door of the bathroom, the sound of running water mocking the frantic pounding of my heart. I had demanded equality, but in Lorenzo’s world, equality wasn't a seat at the table—it was a blood pact. I stood in the center of the bedroom, clutching his oversized suit jacket around my tattered dress, trying to draw oxygen into lungs that felt filled with glass.When he finally emerged, he had stripped away the grime of the club, dressed in a fresh black shirt that made him look like the very shadow of death I had married. I made a move toward the bathroom, desperate to wash the literal and metaphorical blood from my skin, but his hand shot out, catching my shoulder. "Our package has arrived," he murmured, his voice devoid of any warmth. The words hit me like a slap to the face. The blonde girl. He wasn't just bringing her here to talk; he was bringing her here to be a lesson.He didn't give me a choice. He interlaced his fingers with mine—a gesture th

  • Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.    Loyalty And Equality

    Ava's POV The metallic tang of Alberto’s blood was still thick in my throat as Lorenzo’s hand clamped onto my upper arm, his grip a searing brand against my cold skin. I tried to wrench myself away, my body vibrating with a primal, jagged terror that made every muscle scream, but he was an immovable force of nature. Before I could even draw breath to protest, he lunged forward, catching me around the waist and hoisting me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. The world tilted sickeningly; I saw the crimson-stained marble of the VIP floor, the slumped, motionless shapes of the men who had just been bidding on my life, and then Martin’s polished shoes as he stepped into the wreckage. "The car is ready for the meeting with the Senator, sir," Martin said, his voice as level and professional as if he were announcing a dinner reservation instead of standing in a slaughterhouse. Lorenzo didn't even break his stride, his shoulder digging into my abdomen. "Cancel it. I’m heading back t

  • Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.    His Claim

    Ava's POV The silver tray didn’t just slip; I hurled it.The crash of crystal against the marble floor was a lightning strike that fractured the heavy, bass-laden air of the VIP lounge. Shards of glass skittered across the floor, some catching the neon light like diamonds, others slicing through the oppressive silence that followed.The girl between Lorenzo’s knees vanished. I didn’t see where she went, only that one moment she was there, and the next, Lorenzo was sitting back, his eyes snapping open. He didn't jump. He didn't flinch. He simply transitioned from a state of cold lethargy to that of a predator scenting blood.His gaze found me instantly. It traveled from my face down to the backless silk of my dress, lingering on the exposed curve of my hip and the height of my stilettos. I saw the flash—a dark, turbulent cocktail of raw anger and twisted lust that made my skin prickle.“Well, well,” one of the men at the table whistled, a thick, oily sound. He leaned forward, his eye

  • Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.    House Of Sin

    Ava's POV The silence in the car was shattered by the sharp buzz of Cage’s phone. He answered it on the second ring, his posture stiffening into a salute even though the person on the other end couldn't see him."Yes, boss," Cage said, his voice clipped. "We are in transit. No, boss. Understood. I

  • Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.    The Alley

    Ava's POV The master suite was a masterpiece of Italian craftsmanship, gilded mirrors, silk-tapestried walls, and a balcony that overlooked the terracotta rooftops of Rome but to me, it was nothing more than a high-end cell. By the time the afternoon sun began to dip, casting long, honey-colore

  • Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.    A Trip To Rome

    Ava's POV The sheets were cold where Lorenzo should have been.I woke up feeling as though my bones were made of lead, a lingering exhaustion pulling at my eyelids. For a moment, I simply lay there, the silence of the master suite pressing in on me. Then, the memories of a few hours ago rushed bac

  • Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right.    A Urge For Vengeance

    Lorenzo s POV I knew the moment the vibration hummed against my thigh that something was wrong. One missed call from the chauffeur while I was in a meeting was an anomaly; two was a red flag. It took another hour to clear my schedule, every minute fueling the cold fire in my gut. When I finally

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