《Illict Affair (SPG)》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

One year. That was the deal. Elena Vance was snatched from her ordinary life and dropped into a world of blood-stained silk and Mediterranean heat, held captive by Lorenzo Rossi—a man who rules the underworld with an iron fist and looks at her with a hunger that defies reason. He doesn't want her ransom; he wants her soul. He has promised she won't be touched unless she begs for it, giving her 365 days to fall in love with the monster who stole her freedom. But in this gilded cage, the lines between hatred and obsession are blurring. As the clock ticks down, Elena must decide if she’s fighting to escape his bed or fighting the urge to stay in it forever. In a game of psychological chess where the stakes are absolute surrender, she’s about to learn that some captors don't need chains to keep you bound.How far would you go to own the woman of your darkest dreams?*************** Part 1The library at the University of London was freezing, but Elena Vance didn’t care. She was hunched o

The dress Lorenzo had left for her was a sin in the form of silk. It was emerald green, the exact color of the Mediterranean depths, with a neckline that dipped dangerously low and a back that didn't exist at all. Elena stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, her heart racing. She felt like a different person. The fabric clung to every curve of her body, moving like liquid against her skin."I shouldn't wear this," she whispered to herself. "I should wear my jeans and hide in the bathroom."But there was no lock on the inside of the bathroom door, and she knew Lorenzo wasn't the kind of man who took 'no' for an answer. She took a deep breath, stepped into the high heels that were waiting for her, and walked toward the heavy oak door. It clicked open automatically.The hallway was lined with stone arches and lit by flickering candles. It felt like walking through a medieval castle, but the air smelled of expensive lilies and sea salt. At the end of the hall, a grand dining room

The air in Elena’s bedroom was still thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Lorenzo lay beside her, their bodies cooling, but his mind was already racing. He had tasted her, possessed her, and now he wanted more. Something darker. Something that made her submit completely.He turned his head on the pillow, looking at her profile. Her eyes were closed, a serene smile on her lips. He cleared his throat.“That was good,” he said, his voice low and rough.“It was perfect,” Elena murmured, not opening her eyes.“But I have an idea,” Lorenzo continued. He reached out, tracing a finger along the curve of her bare shoulder. “A game.”Elena’s eyes opened slowly. She looked at him, curiosity sparking in her gaze. “A game?”“A role,” he said, shifting to lean over her. His weight pressed her deeper into the mattress. “You’ll be the one who needs to be told what to do. And I’ll be the one who tells you.”A slow, knowing smile spread across Elena’s face. She liked the sound of that. “And what do I

The morning light was harsh as it spilled across the massive bed. Elena blinked her eyes open, feeling a heavy weight across her waist. Lorenzo’s arm was draped over her, his thumb resting against her hip even in sleep. As she tried to shift, a sharp ache radiated through her thighs and back. Her body felt sore, used, and marked, but as the memories of the night before flooded back, she didn't feel regret.She remembered the way he had looked at her when she finally said the words. “I am yours, Master.”She had stepped into his dark world of BDSM, accepting the chains and the rules, and in return, he had shown her a level of pleasure that made her old life feel like a distant, grey dream. She looked at his sleeping face—the sharp jaw, the dark lashes—and leaned over to press a soft kiss to his shoulder."You're awake," Lorenzo rumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He didn't open his eyes, but his grip on her tightened."I’m sore," Elena whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yo

Elena walked out of the medical suite with her head spinning. The quiet click of the door behind her felt like the start of a new life. She walked down the long, marble hallway of the Tuscan mansion, her bare feet silent on the cold floor. She was still wearing the silk robe, and her skin still felt the heat of Lorenzo’s touch."A wife," she whispered to the empty air. "He wants me to be his wife."She leaned against a large stone pillar and looked out at the garden. Just a few months ago, she was a student in London, worrying about library fines and whether she could afford a second cup of coffee. She was an ordinary girl who loved old buildings. Now, she was at the center of a bloody war between mafia families, and the most dangerous man in the country was offering to give up his throne for her.She thought about the danger. She thought about Amanda’s cold eyes and the sound of gunfire. But then, she thought about the way Lorenzo held her. She thought about his voice calling her car