Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right. : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ava's POV The muffled hum of the engine was the only sound in the suffocating silence of the car. My arms were still tingling from where the man had pressed the gun into my head. He was in the driver's seat, his back a rigid, imposing line. I’d been whisked away from my home, from Elena’s chilling threats, to… wherever this was. The fear that had gripped me back in the living room hadn't subsided; it had only morphed into a cold, unsettling dread.The car slowed, then pulled to a silent stop. I looked up, my breath catching. Before me stood a mansion, a sprawling edifice of dark stone and shadowed windows. It looked less like a home and more like a fortress. The driver got out, and I watched as he walked around to my side, opening the door. He was tall, intimidating, with a rough-hewn face that looked as though it had seen too many battles. A jagged scar snaked across his cheek, oddly alluring rather than disfiguring. He held the door open, his gaze unreadable. Reluctantly, I stepp

Lorenzo's POV "So, what you think? We could make millions, if not billions. The acrid smell of stale whiskey and desperation clung to the air in the dimly lit bar. Around the table, the men—a collection of cunning eyes and false smiles—prattled on about cocaine shipments, about routes and percentages, their words were a monotonous drone against the backdrop of my thoughts. My mind, however, wasn't on their illicit trade. It was on Ava.Her eyes were filled with fear and with shock, during our first encounter. A part of me, the twisted, darker part, reveled in her misery. She’s just a tool, I tried to convince myself she was a means to an end. Yet, despite my efforts, my thoughts kept straying to irrelevant things. The softness of her lips. How fragile she looked. The absurd, burning need to seal her smart mouth with mine, to taste the defiance I saw in her eyes. It was a twisted obsession. I wasn't falling for her. Never. Love was a weakness I couldn't afford, not when my hatred for

Ava's POV "That's too late, you've already earned yourself a punishment," he rasped as his hand on my hip went down, tracing my curves before he skilfully unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped them. My lips parted again to speak but only a gasp broke free when he palmed me between my legs. "Lorenzo, don't!" My voice was inaudible due to his hold around my neck. At this point, I couldn't care anymore about being strangled to death by him, not when his large hand traced my folds through my panties.I grabbed his hand around my neck, wanting to pry myself free but it was useless again. My body tensed the moment his thumb pressed against my nub. No! I didn't want this.... Or so I hoped, but my body said otherwise. I should repulse at the feel of his warm and rough palm between my legs, touching me without permission. I should try to scream, fight and throw insults at him. Anything to make him stop. There were many things that I should do yet I did the opposite. I chose weakness instead

Ava's POV My first thought was to say no but the words barely left my lips before he spun me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. His hand came around my throat firmly but not enough to cut my breath. "That should be two strikes. You just never listen," he whispered in my ear as his other hand gripped my hip and pressed my lower back against his. He wasn't hard, not even close.He pulled away again, leaving me standing there in confusion. I turned to see what he was up to and it only made me even more bewildered, seeing him heading to the walk-in-closet and then returning shortly after with a new piece of lingerie and a blindfold. "Put this on and get on the bed," another command that left me helpless and anxious. He wasn't threatening me yet and my body was already trembling in trepidation. Forcing myself to move, I hurried into the bathroom, locked the door just to be certain that he wouldn't follow me. Then I took one look at my reflection in the mirror befor

Ava's POV My mouth parted, like a fish out of water. "B–but we just..." I trailed off, not fully grasping the whole situation. Did we have sex? No. But this also counted for something, didn't it?"We just what?" He tilted his head to the side with a smug expression. I looked away, feeling mortified by the thought of what we just did. It wasn't sex but it was something my parents would definitely frown upon. This wasn't the life they had expected of me, not what I expected to have but so far, none of this had been my choice. If anything, I felt like I stopped having choices the moment my parents were in coma."You said it yourself that I want more than foreplay. I want to fuck you, passionately and intensely that would leave you immobile for a week." His words sent shivers down my spine and my cheeks heated up at the look in his eyes. Those eyes expressed his desires more than words and I could feel him getting hard again. My eyes widened at this revelation. "W-wait! We just had o