All Chapters of Ravished: An Erotic Collection Of Sin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

POV: Isla“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Dad.” I slammed the door of his study so hard the windows shook loudly. My heart was already pounding, half from rage, half from the adrenaline that always kicked in when I fought with Enzo Moretti. My father “Language, Isla.” He didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. Just kept signing them like I was some annoying fly buzzing around his head. “Language?” I laughed without humour. “Isla, sit down and listen to me for once.” He finally looked at me, dropped the pen, and rubbed a hand over his face. He looked tired, the lines around his eyes deeper than they were last week. “Three nights ago, you almost died!”I remained standing, my hands curling into a fist at my sides. “So what? Mom died last year; people die, in fact, everyone dies one day. I’m twenty-one, Dad. I'm an adult, so if I want to die, leave me the hell alone!”He narrowed his eyes at me, cold, dark, the same eyes I saw in the mirror whenever I was too st

POV: IslaI stood in front of my full-length mirror in nothing but the sexy red lace lingerie I’d bought a month ago, wishing I had someone to tear it off my skin. I hated the home I was born into, trapped like a prisoner. I couldn’t even have a normal boyfriend without my father scaring him away.I turned around, admiring the lace on my body. The bra pushed my tits up high, nipples already hard against the cups. The tiny thong barely covered my pussy, and the garter straps hugged my thighs. I turned sideways in front of the mirror and wiggled my ass slowly, admiring the way it jiggled. They were definitely my best asset — plump, round, and made to be grabbed. I looked like a delicious little snack. No… I looked more like a five-course meal.So why the hell hadn’t my seductions worked on Oliver yet?I had been trying for the past week, acting like a desperate whore but failing woefully at it.I climbed on the bed, knelt in the middle, knees spread just enough, back arched so my ass l

POV: JennaThe first thing I felt was the rope biting my wrists, pulling my arms tight above my head. My legs were spread wide apart, tied to something cold, the cool air brushing against my skin, instantly covering me in goosebumps.Where was I?My head felt heavy and painful, like someone had hit a hammer to the back of my skull. I was paralyzed with fear.The last thing I remembered was locking up the bar after closing. The street was quiet, my keys jingling in my hand as I started walking to my car. Then I felt that prickling feeling on the back of my neck like someone was watching me.I'd told myself I was being paranoid, that I was just tired from being on my feet for eight hours straight. But I wasn't paranoid, because a strong arm had come from behind, clamping a cloth over my nose and mouth, and I inhaled a sweet, chemical smell, my vision blurring fast. I’d clawed at the hand, tried to scream, but it was of no use. Everything went black.And now here I am. Tied. Blindfold