All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

VIVIENNE pov.The only thing better than closing a fifty‑million‑dollar deal is fucking out the tension right before you sign your name in blood. Marcus had me bent over the cold steel desk, wrists pinned behind my back, his grip bruising, his cock slamming into me with enough force to make the entire desk shudder under us. Each brutal thrust punched curses and breathless laughter out of me, my dress shoved up around my waist, slick warmth soaking down my thighs, sweat sliding slow and sinful down my spine.He fucked like he had something to kill, maybe me or whatever demons crawled inside him but I welcomed it. That’s my language. Pain, power and pleasure tangled so tightly you can't tell who’s winning.I arched, meeting every savage thrust, glancing at the clock on my desk between moans. “We… should leave soon,” I managed, voice shaking.Marcus didn’t care. He grunted, pulled out, flipped me over like I weighed nothing, and the next second I was lifted clean off the floor. I grabbed

VIVIENNE POV"Tonight, we have a very special breed for auction, this one is one of a kind!" The loud, oily voice tore through the darkness and right into my skull and murmurs rose. I cussed under my breath, jaw clenching as I forced myself up from the fog, pain licking every nerve. I didn’t need the spotlight, I knew that tone. The sound of men with money, men who thought they owned the world, men who needed to die slowly."Ivy?" I called out for my wolf, desperate for that savage edge, but all I got was a flicker of pain, a whimper in the shadows of my mind. She was so weak I could barely sense her at all. Merda(shit). Not good. Goddess, what the fuck did that bastard Marcus do? Where the hell did he dump me?"We will start with a little entertainment before the main event. These women are the finest stock, hand-picked for premium quality," the announcer boomed again, and my heart thudded, slow and cold. The reality was sinking in, and my mind, ruthless as always, started cataloguin

VIVIENNE POV I woke up slowly, nausea coiling through my gut, my head pounding hard enough to split a bone. My lashes dragged open and the blur sharpened, rich mahogany, velvet drapes, shelves of leather‑bound books that screamed old money and older power. A study, an expensive one. A cage with a nicer wallpaper.Then I saw them.Four monsters in tailored suits sitting like a tribunal of executioners. Dante in the center, Kane leaning forward like a loaded gun, Ryker lounging with a grin that promised corruption, Asher watching with those soft eyes that belonged on a saint while hiding something worse.My limbs were limp. My wolf was barely breathing but my glare still worked. I made sure they saw it, the promise that one day, I’d carve them open and smile while doing it.Dante didn’t blink or look amused, he just leaned in slightly, cool as anything, “Listen carefully,” he said, voice quiet in the way knives are quiet. “We don’t repeat ourselves. Here are the terms of your new real

VIVIENNE pov.The second Kane slammed the door behind him, I didn’t waste a breath pretending to settle in. This was a room meant to impress, dark wood, lush carpets, cold windows looking out on nothing but shadows, every inch designed to say... you are owned. I let out a low, dark ugly laugh cause they can’t cage a hurricane with marble and silk.First thing, every exit, every surface, every possible crack or loose panel got my attention. I stalked the perimeter, bare feet whispering over ancient wood, knuckles running over the edges of the glass, searching for flaws. The windows were bulletproof, the sills old but reinforced, latches bolted tight, not a speck of play. The door was steel-cored, hinges welded, deadbolt on the outside. Under the bed? Nothing but floorboards. No vents big enough for a wolf, no loose tiles, no clever gaps behind the dresser. Even the security camera in the corner wore a red blink like a smug little eye.I circled again, checked under the carpets, behind

VIVIENNE pov. I scrambled off the bed so fast the sheets tangled around my ankles like restraints. My back slammed into the farthest corner of the room, knees drawn up, arms locked around them, every muscle coiled to spring. I was naked, dripping, shaking with aftershocks of the dream, and the scent of my own slick hung thick in the air like a fucking confession. Dante and Ryker stood between me and the door, two walls of muscle and midnight, cocks still straining, eyes glowing that same feral red. I bared my teeth. “Avvicinatevi e vi strappo la gola con i denti.” (Come closer and I’ll rip your throats out with my teeth.) Ryker laughed, low, delighted. “There she is. Our little cornered viper.” Dante didn’t move, just tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he already knew how to break. “Stand up,” he said, voice quiet, arctic. “Or we drag you out of that corner by your hair.” “Provaci, stronzo,(“Try it, asshole)” I spat. “See which one of us bleeds first.” Ryker