All Chapters of Theirs To Possess And Ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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