MasukBrianna Hayes is an innocent, nineteen-year-old virgin who is desperately running out of time—and money—to save her dying brother. After being wrongfully fired from her job as a maid, she makes a reckless, desperate choice: she puts on a mask and takes the stage at The Obsidian Room, the most exclusive and forbidden underground club in the city. Alexander Thorne is a ruthless, thirty-three-year-old billionaire CEO. Cold, widowed, and consumed by darkness, his only escape is commanding the VIP lounge, bending women to his absolute will. The exact moment his eyes lock onto the fragile, trembling new dancer, a twisted obsession is born. He claims her innocent body in the shadows, completely blind to her true identity. But the real game begins when morning comes. In need of a new live-in maid, Alexander hires Brianna. By day, she cleans his luxury mansion on her knees, acting as his sweet, obedient servant. By night, she begs in his bed, serving as his perfect submissive plaything. Alexander demands total control. He vows to break her innocence, training her to crawl, obey, and become his private little pet. How long can a virgin hide her secret when her master is a billionaire obsessed with her complete submission? (A pitch-black, high-spice dark romance featuring age gap, billionaire dominance, BDSM, forced submission, and explicit erotica).
Lihat lebih banyak(POV: BRIANNA HAYES)I closed the door of my small room in the service wing and slid the iron bolt, collapsing with my back against the wood all at once. My legs gave out immediately, forcing me to slide down to the cold floor of the quarters. I curled my knees against my chest, embracing my thick thighs while trying desperately to draw air into my lungs. My chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, stretching the fabric of the dark cotton uniform. I was suffocating under the weight of everything that had happened tonight at the Palace Hotel.My entire body continued to sway with an electrical tremor that I could not halt. The skin on my back, right over the old scars my father had left, felt like it was burning beneath the clothes, stamped by the touch of Alexander Thorne’s large, warm hands on the deserted beach. He had broken the damn man who t
POV/ BRIANNAI noticed I was limping, but I continued trying to walk so as not to slow him down. Alexander stopped abruptly in front of me, blocking the path. He looked down at my feet and, without saying a single word, lowered his immense six-foot-five frame, took off his own leather slides, and placed them before my bare toes."Use mine. They are large, but they won't cut your skin," he ordered with that usual authoritative calm.I swallowed hard and slid my feet into his footwear, feeling the heat that had remained in the material. We walked a little further until we found a dry tree trunk, fallen on the sand near the surf. We sat side by side. Alexander pulled a bottle of water from the side of his pocket and extended it to me.
(POV: BRIANNA HAYES) The nausea rose straight from my stomach to my throat the moment I excused myself from that suffocating table. The weight of the stares and Victoria's cutting words had transformed the dinner at the Palace Hotel into a true test of endurance for my sanity. I needed to breathe. I walked hurriedly across the restaurant's polished marble floor, seeking the reserved hallway that led to the restrooms, far from the clatter of utensils and the whispered conversations of the elite occupying the main lounge. The hallway was long, illuminated
(POV: ALEXANDER THORNE) The VIP lounge of the Palace Hotel restaurant was illuminated by soft, yellowish lights that cast long shadows across the imperial marble columns. The environment smelled of expensive cigars, grilled lobster, and the heavy perfume of high-society jewelry occupying the neighboring tables. Through the immense glass walls, the dark beach of Santa Catarina stretched under the moonlight, with the muffled sound of the surf crashing against the luxury hotel's coast. I sat at the central table of the reserved wing, the sleeves of my black dress shirt rolled up to my robust fore
(POV: ALEXANDER THORNE)My head felt like it was about to explode. I stared at my computer screen in my office at Thorne Tech, reviewing financial reports that no longer held a single ounce of my interest. The stress of the corporate world was a daily, crushing weight. But nothing irritated me more
(POV: BRIANNA)It took a long time for my soul to finally anchor back into my body. I lay frozen on that chaise for minutes, listening only to the heavy silence the man had left behind. My legs still shook like ice when I finally stood up. I pulled the black silk robe tightly around my body, trying
(POV: BRIANNA)The man pulled his fingers out of my mouth slowly. A thin string of saliva connected my lips to his fingertips in the dimness of that dark room. Booth seven felt like a studio entirely isolated from the rest of the world. The crimson illumination cast massive shadows across the velve
(POV: BRIANNA)The silence inside booth seven was so thick I could hear the rhythmic ticking of the gold watch on his wrist. The man who called himself Ares never took his eyes off me. It was a gaze that didn't just look at me; it stripped me bare, evaluating me like a prized possession."You will


















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