LOGINHe was told her she was "broken." He’s the monster who’ll break anyone who touched her. Elena Vance is a high-achieving woman living a lie. To appease her husband Marcus’s fragile ego, she’s dimmed her light and accepted the label of the "frigid wife." When Marcus demands she see a sex therapist to "fix" her inadequacies, Elena expects more shame. Instead, she finds Dr. Jaxon “Doc” DeLuca—the lethal, leather-clad stranger she shared a volcanic, anonymous dance with nights before. Jaxon wears two masks: by day, he’s the city’s most elite therapist; by night, he’s the brutal Enforcer for the Iron Hearts MC. He sees through Marcus’s gaslighting instantly. Elena isn't broken, she’s a woman with deep, kinky desires her husband is too weak to handle. Professional boundaries shatter as Jaxon takes Elena on as a private client, awakening a fire that threatens to consume them both. But Jaxon has a secret, he’s using Elena to investigate Marcus’s ties to a rival syndicate. Between a marriage built on lies and a doctor with blood on his hands, Elena must decide, Is Jaxon her salvation, or is she just a pawn in a deadly MC war to come? Check out Tempted By Dr. Dangerous to find out what happens next.
View MoreRYKER'S POV
Just two weeks.
That's all it took for my dream to rot.
I could vividly recall how ecstatic I had been when I gained a full scholarship into Milestone College. A prestigious boarding college, where the rich ruled and the poor trembled.
The rich students made my life hell for one simple reason–I don't belong to them; I'm a scholarship student.
And the school management did nothing. If anything, they turned a blind eye.
The little I can do is to defend myself, at least, to survive.
Splash!
I groaned, shielding my face for the umpteenth time.
Shirtless boys and girls in bikinis darted around with water guns, laughing as stray streams splashed against me.
It was a pool party meant to welcome the freshmen.
Screams and music filled the air. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Everyone except me.
Splash!
I finched, adjusted my glasses, and picked up my wine glass, moving away from the pool–
Unluckily for me, I ran into a gang of bullies.
The drink accidentally spilled on my clothes. I ignored the mess, I had greater issues to deal with.
“Look who we have here.” A guy with ugly tattoos sneered.
“A scholarship arsehole.” Another added with a tongue click, his face crowded with piercings.
He looked hideous.
“Those glasses makes him look like a stupid nerd.”
I pressed my lips, silently wishing they just let me go.
“Ohh, my mark is still on him.” Bobby–a red haired guy muttered, chuckling evilly. He once tore my cheek with a fork.
I should’ve run but that was never an option.
Even if I did, they’d find me and not only hurt me. They’d make me wish I was dead.
Bobby reached for my face, and I stepped back. His face twisted into a scowl and he gripped my hair roughly, slapping me hard. My lips bursted.
Laughter erupted around us.
I winced in pain, it stung badly.
Before I could fully recover, I was shoved foward–into the pool.
I hit the pool with a loud splash , panic surging as I fought my way back up. I hated water. I only came to the party because I heard my crush and his squad were the hosts.
They were called The Sovereigns—the gods of the school.
And my crush was the leader.
“Arrrgh!!” I yelled, flailing my arms wide, twisting desperately to escape his grip.
“I’ll make you drink this pool dry,” Bobby barked, while his friends roared with laughter.
People watched and laughed. Some pulled out their phones to record, while others looked away–pretending nothing was happening.
My glasses slipped off when I fell into the pool earlier. It only worsened my situation–everything was a blur.
Then suddenly, the noise swelled. Gasps, screams and excitement filled the air. The atmosphere suddenly changed, a dangerous and powerful aura seeping into the air.
“Finally, they're here!! ” A girl screamed, almost fainting.
“Oh my days!! Ryan dyed his hair.”
“Warren..those sexy abs.”
“Jeez…Leo is soo hot.”
My ears tinged at the last statement. With a new found strength, I yanked myself free.
Three figures walked in.
THE SOVEREIGNS
At their center was Leonardo Rizz–my crush.
I couldn’t see him clearly, but I’d recognize him even in the dark—that’s how obsessed I was. My gaze stayed locked on Leonardo, ignoring everything else around me.
He didn't smile. He didn't look at anyone. His face remained as strong as a rock. His eyes remained blank too, power radiating from him. But Ryan and Warren smirked at least.
Everyone stopped what they were doing just to stare at them, that's how much aura they had.
“Just a kiss…Leo.” A feminine voice rang out behind me–my jaw ticked.
As soon as they walked past, everything returned to normal.
Before I could react, Bobby lunged at me again. But somehow, I dug my hands into his shirt, shoved him backwards and flung my fist straight at his face.
He staggered backwards but I caught his wrist and pulled him into the pool.
“You bastard!” He cursed, panting heavily.
He stretched his hands forward, ready to launch his fist on my face. I swam out of the pool as fast as I could and took to my heels.
The gang gave me a hot chase.
Despite my blurred vision, I ran like my life depended on it.
Well, it did.
I crashed into walls, bumped into people but I didn't stop until I got to a restroom. I pushed myself in and bolted the door, leaning heavily on it.
My eyes fluttered close as my chest heaved.
Then suddenly, I felt a presence–a chilling presence.
There was someone else in the restroom. His aura, his scent–that scent.
My eyes fluttered open and I came face to face with my crush.
He backed me, rinsing his hands in the zinc.
A huge lump rose in my throat, my heart hammered against my chest..
I've stalked his social media pages, I've seen his pictures. But this was the first time I get to see him physically.
Damn those pictures! He's more handsome in person.
I had always dreamt of how we'll meet. But never like this–not when I'm a mess.
I turned to leave but his cold voice made me paOkayuse.
“You want to die?” His cold voice sliced through the air.
I froze, my breath caught in my lungs.
Okay! I admit I almost did the stupidest thing ever. Going back out there will only cost me my life.
“Freshman?” He asked, walking towards me. Or towards the door. I wasn't sure.
“Yes..” I replied, my shaky voice betrayed me.
My crush just spoke to me!
My heart raced madly.
He stopped right in front of me and his lips curved into a deadly smirk.
“You’ve got to watch yourself,” He murmured, hands brushing my shoulder just long enough to make me shiver. “This place…scholarship students get eaten alive. Protection isn’t free.”
My throat went dry. I didn’t want to be helpless. I wanted control, even if only a little.
“Then…if I want protection,” I began, words shaking but daring, “then…maybe you could help, then I help you…in return?”
Leonardo didn't speak, his brows arched questionly.
I swallowed hard, daring to meet that sharp green eyes. “I mean…if you want…we could…be…friends. Friends who—help each other. You protect me…in exchange for…” My voice trailed, but the meaning was clear.
The room seemed to hold its breath. His eyes darkened, assessing and calculating.
“You’re bold,” He said finally. “And…interesting. I think…we could make that work.”
My chest tightened. I had just proposed a dirty deal.
And the devil.…agreed.
Jaxon The surveillance footage from the Iron & Ink parking lot plays on Silas’s laptop for the third time, and the three of us watch the same forty-second clip in silence. Grainy, timestamped two-seventeen in the morning, a figure in a dark hoodie crouches near the side entrance, stays low for under a minute, then disappears back the way he came. Forty minutes later, Dez found it. Package the size of a shoebox, taped to the underside of the exterior generator housing. Crude construction but functional enough to have taken out the whole left side of the building if it had gone off at capacity. Dez was pulling a double. He’d gone around back for a smoke break. He’s currently in a hospital bed with a ruptured eardrum and burns up his left forearm. Dez, who has worked that door for six years and never once called in sick. I lean back in my chair and say nothing. The clip loops again. “Southside,” Cassian says. Not a question. He rarely speaks. When he does, you know it’s necess
Elena“Jaxon.” His name comes out fractured, half a whisper. “T-This is the women’s bathroom.” I can’t help the stutter that I’ve seemed to develop from his presence. He makes a soft sound, something low in his chest that isn’t quite a laugh but close enough. “I’m aware.” He steps inside and the lock clicks behind him and suddenly the room that felt spacious a minute ago feels smaller.“My husband is right outside.” I press back against the sink. “Our guests —”“Then you’d better make sure you cum fast enough before he comes looking.” His eyes move across my face unhurried, taking in my expression.“Cum? What do you mean, what are you —”He kisses me.Not gradual. It’s unexpected which somehow makes it even better. His mouth finds mine like it’s been waiting all evening and his hands frame my face and the rest of my thoughts dissolves completely because his lips are warm and taste faintly of whiskey.One hand slides into my hair, not roughly, but with enough intention that I feel it
ElenaThe cursor blinks at me from the center of an unfinished brief I’ve been staring at for forty minutes.I should be working. I know I should be working. There’s a contract review due by end of week and three client emails sitting in my inbox that I’ve been creatively ignoring since Monday, and the stack of folders on the corner of my desk has developed a slight lean that suggests instability.I just can’t make myself care right now.I close the brief, open it again, read the same paragraph for the fourth time and retain nothing. My mind keeps sliding sideways — to last Tuesday, the way his voice dropped when he told me to be still.We’ve been seeing each other three or more times a week. With how much time he makes for us to fuck, you’d think he wasn’t a popular sex therapist. After we had sex last time, he placed an order for toys. He mentioned how he’d love to use them on me. A few days later, They arrived in a matte black box. which shouldn’t have been as thrilling as it wa
ElenaThe smell of bacon is what wakes me.I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to locate the source of it — because the maids don’t start until eight and my phone says six forty-seven and Marcus hasn’t cooked a single thing in this kitchen in the entire time we’ve lived here.I pull on a robe and follow the smell downstairs.He’s standing at the stove in a button-down he hasn’t tucked in yet, sleeves rolled to the elbows, spatula in hand. The table is set. Actually set placemats, orange juice. He turns when he hears me on the last step and smiles the smile I used to look for in any room.“Morning.” He says it warm, easy, like nothing.I look around. “Where are the maids?”“Gave them the morning off.” He turns back to the pan. “Wanted to do this myself. Thought we could spend some time together.” He plates the bacon, moves to the eggs, completely at home in a kitchen he has never once been at home in. “We could go out after. That place on fifth you like, or —” He s
Jaxon The vibration of my phone against the mahogany nightstand is the first thing that pulls me out of a restless sleep. I swipe to answer, my voice a low, morning rasp. "Deluca." "Good morning, Doctor," Sarah, my assistant, chirps with a level of energy I find offensive this early. "Just con
ElenaThe hum of the Lexus was the only thing grounding me as the suburban streetlights gave way to the jagged, neon-stained outskirts of the industrial district. My hands were still shaking, gripping the leather-wrapped steering wheel until my knuckles turned a ghostly white. Every mile I put betw
Elena The office air-conditioning was humming a low, sterile tune that usually helped me focus on the grant proposals piling up on my desk. But today, the hum felt like a drill. My head throbbed with the ghost of last night’s silence, the kind of silence that Marcus used to suffocate me until I a
Elena The house felt like a museum after hours—cold, silent, and smelling faintly of the lemon wax I’d used to scrub away every trace of the previous night’s failure. I had spent the day in a trance of domestic penance. I’d gone to the market, selected the most expensive cut of sea bass, and pre



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