LOGINHis fingers ghost along her thigh, feather-light, promising ruin. 'Beg for it, principessa,' he murmurs against her ear, 'or I'll make you come until you forget your own name. Again.'" ______ In the shadowed empires of Europe, Elara Voss is the untouchable princess of the German mafia—beautiful, pure, and groomed for absolute loyalty. But beneath her poised exterior burns a secret craving for chaos. Dante Russo, the ruthless king of Rome's underworld, sees her once and obsesses. With eyes like black fire and a reputation for taking what he craves, he orchestrates her kidnapping on the eve of her arranged marriage, forcing her into vows at gunpoint. Now captive in his Rome penthouse, Elara is bound by his rules and if she breaks any, punishments are slow and sinful—teasing touches that leave her trembling, belts that burn, vibrators that torment until defiance melts into desperate whimpers and slick need. She fights back fiercely but every clash deepens the addiction. What starts as vengeance twists into craving, for both predator and prey. In a game of empires and betrayal, one question lingers—who will corrupt whom completely?
View MoreElara clamped her eyes shut, a small streak of involuntary tears escaping the confines if her brow. This was it...this is probably what he wanted...this was what all they want from her. But even knowing that wouldn't make her body stop trembling. She hated him, hated everyone and even her father that had to put her in this position. If she had grew up in a normal family, this probably wouldn't be happening to her. A click broke through the silence that had settled in the room and for a moment, her brain lagged. Before realizing her cuffed hands were free. Confused, her eyes flutter open at the same time that the cuffs around her ankle was unlocked. " What — Lorenzo straightened in front of the bed, his eyes rather cold and guarded unlike few minutes ago " Cover up". he eyed her legs with a look she could only Identify as disgust before walking out of the room. Relief flooded her body when she heard the click of the door after him and never have she been ever relieve
" Everyone out. Now!". In less than a minute, the room that was filled with the Moretti armed men turned empty with only the small shaking figure obf Elara, buried completely by the large figure of Moretti himself, in sight. Her back was pressed tightly against the wall, as if she was willing it to swallow her. Lorenzo hand was still on her throat, tight enough for her to feel threatened but not enough for her to feel faint. " What's wrong, princess? Have you lost all those courage?". He mumbled against her skin. She let out a shaky breath, feeling her skin burn red " Just kill me if you want to— " Shhhh ". his thumb pressed down her air pipe, cutting her words and breath off " Not many attack me and still survive. But I'll keep you". He leaned in closely to her, facinatedly by how her pale skin turned brutal red at his touch " I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but
The silence that settled in the room after his words was impeccable. Elara blinked, her heart beating erratically. She tried to read the words in the contract, but somehow kept drifting back to the heading. “ I-i-i can't sign this”. She pushed the paper further away from her like the mere sight burnt her. It will burn her if her father knew anything about it. Although she hated everything about her fiançe but he was her father's choice and she knew never to defy him.“ I won't sign it”. She raised her head to meet Lorenzo's dark eyes. Her voice did not waver this time. Lorenzo chuckled darkly but his eyes were devoid of any sort of amusement. His calm demeanor despite her rejection did nothing but to unnerve her and somehow she wished she had stayed back in the room. “ It's funny how you think you have a say in this, mia cara”.Fear gripped her when he leaned forward from his position and before he could reach her, she grabbed the wine bottle from the table and blindly smashed it o
The tension in the room had settled but Elara's mind remained unsettled. She stared at the black dress on the bed, contemplating if she should wear it and go out there like he demanded or not. But she knew that if she was at all going to escape this place, it won't be with her handcuffed to the bed. At least he unlocked it. For now. His words still rang in her head — " What if it's from you? Will you give me?". She has no idea what he meant by that neither did she have any idea of what she could have, that he wants. But she will find out. The dress he wanted her to wear, was simple. Too simple. Black silk, sleeveless, cut to fall just above the knee. No embellishments or zipper in the back that she could see. It looked like something a man would choose when he wanted a woman to look elegant without looking like she had tried. She hated it. Her wrist still throbbed where the cuff had been. The skin was red and raw, a thin scab forming along the edge. She flexed h






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