《Tie Me Up 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Seraphina's POVI never imagined that my boyfriend betraying me, sleeping with the woman I despised most, drugging me, and nearly turning me into the plaything of the city's most powerful mafia boss would be my twentieth birthday gift.But the morning had started so differently.-"Hold still," Wren ordered, spinning me around to zip up the back of my dress.The fabric cinched tight. Too tight. I felt my breasts threatening to spill over the neckline, and the hemline—God, the hemline barely covered anything."No." I twisted to look in the mirror, horrified. "Wren. I look like I'm selling something."The corset bodice squeezed my waist impossibly small, making my full hips and heavy breasts look even more exaggerated. The deep V cut so low that half my tits were on display, the inner curves pressed together to form a deep line of cleavage.I grabbed my cardigan desperately.Wren crossed her arms, her gaze sweeping over my curves with approval. "You've been the good girl for too long, Se

Seraphina's POVThe drink was sweet. Deceptively so."Good?" Sterling watched me with that warm smile."It's perfect."Sterling reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered against my cheek."You're so beautiful tonight, Sera. Do you know that?"My heart stuttered. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the recording was fake after all.I took another sip. Then another. The sweetness spread through me, warm and reassuring.Sterling stayed close, his hand finding the small of my back, guiding me through the room like I was something precious. Something worth protecting.Guests began arriving in waves—daughters of senators, sons of Wall Street titans, the glittering youth of Manhattan's elite. They air-kissed my cheeks and pressed champagne flutes into my hands and told me how wonderful I looked, how lucky Sterling was."Twenty years old," cooed Madison Ashworth, her diamond tennis bracelet catching the light. "And already the most enviable couple at Thornwood. When's the

Seraphina's POVStrong arms caught me before I hit the ground.It hauled me upright and held me there, pressed against a chest."Hey." Nico's voice cut through the haze. "Careful, boss. Could be a setup.""Don't scare her."The voice rumbled through me—deep, commanding, vibrating against my cheek where it pressed to his chest.The arms shifted. He stepped back, just enough to look at me.His gaze traveled downward.Slow. Deliberate. Taking inventory.I followed his eyes.Oh God.My dress was destroyed. The neckline gaped open, exposing the swell of my breasts, the lace edge of my bra barely containing them. One strap had slipped completely off my shoulder. The skirt had ridden up to obscene heights, bunched around my hips, leaving my thighs completely bare.Scrapes from the pavement marred my knees. My hair had come undone, tumbling wild around my shoulders. Mascara probably streaked my cheeks from the tears I didn't remember crying.I looked like exactly what they'd accused me of bein

Lorenzo's POVHer pussy clenched around my finger.I watched her face—the flush spreading down her throat, the way her teeth sank into that plump lower lip, the tears clinging to those ridiculously long lashes. She was trembling. Not from fear.From need.Interesting.I hadn't expected this. Hadn't expected her.When I'd arrived at Crimson Thorn tonight, this wasn't the evening I'd planned.The drive over had been routine. My driver, Marco, navigating the streets with the practiced ease of someone who'd been doing this for fifteen years.I'd almost missed her.A flash of movement near the club's entrance—a woman stumbling out of a black car, her dress torn, her hair wild.I didn't slow down. Didn't ask Marco to stop.Girls ended up at Crimson Thorn all the time. Lost souls looking for thrills. Desperate women seeking powerful men. Gifts delivered by those hoping to curry favor. I'd seen every variety, and I'd learned long ago not to care about any of them.Whatever her story was, it wa

Seraphina's POVHe let me go.I should have felt relieved. Should have been grateful. Instead, as I watched his broad back disappear through the door, something twisted in my chest.What is wrong with me?The restraints were gone now. Nico had released them with clinical efficiency, his face betraying nothing as he helped me sit up. My wrists bore faint red marks from the cuffs. Evidence. Proof that tonight had actually happened."Clothes." He gestured toward a garment bag draped over a chair I hadn't noticed before. "Get dressed. I'll wait outside."The door clicked shut behind him.For a long moment, I just sat there. My body still hummed with residual sensation.He'd made me feel things I didn't know I could feel. And then he'd dismissed me like I was nothing.This is over.I forced myself to move. The garment bag contained a simple black dress—modest, elegant, nothing like the ruined scrap of fabric pooled on the floor. Someone had thought to include underwear too. Fresh. Expensiv