The Intimate

Vincenzo Costa and I have been in love with each other for eight years. Everyone knows that the heir of the Costa family loves me more than life itself. In order to marry me—an orphan—Vincenzo has knelt outside Costa Estate for three days and three nights. At the same time, he has received 99 whips from his father, the Don of the Costa family, which almost kills him. In the end, Don Edmondo Costa finally agrees to let Vincenzo marry me. But the catch is, Vincenzo must date Sofia Camorra, the Principessa of the Camorra family, and have an heir with her. So, Vincenzo tells me to wait for him for a little longer. I end up waiting for a very long time while watching him traveling to Sofia's villa time and again. At first, Vincenzo still takes three showers and scrubs his skin so much that it turns red. He tells me that once Sofia has given birth to the child, which allows him to fulfill the promise he has made to the Costa family, he'll whisk me far away from the violence and spend the rest of his life with me. Alas, everything has changed. Vincenzo no longer showers frequently. He constantly smells like Sofia's perfume now. He doesn't inform in advance whenever he goes on dates with Sofia. To make things worse, there's nothing but affection in his eyes whenever he looks at her. When Sofia burns up from a fever during her pregnancy, Vincenzo doesn't leave her side at all. She pretends to be gracious by telling him about how understanding she is about his situation. Because of that, Vincenzo wastes no time in admonishing me for being spoiled and pampered. Through the gap in the ward door, I can hear how close and intimate Vincenzo and Sofia are. At the same time, I notice the flash of provocation in Sofia's eyes. Vincenzo has made me wait year after year, not knowing that my biological parents have already found me. They want me to go home with them so that they can give me a real home. That's why this time, I won't be waiting for Vincenzo anymore.

TRIGGER WARNING This contains consensual BDSM dynamics, explicit adult scenes, and detailed references to intimate acts and toys. Intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. I'm Bianca Reyes, 22 yrs.old, full of dreams and innocence, virgin, walang karanasan sa mundo ng desire. Excited akong mag-apply sa Sovereign Seduction, ang company ni Renzo Valderama, pantasya ng lahat. Dala ko ang aking sketches, designs na puno ng Filipino touch, pero hindi ko inexpect na ang unang hakbang ko sa Valderama Towers ay magiging gateway sa isang obsessive nightmare at thrill. Pagpasok ko sa room, nakaharap ko siya..si Renzo, matangkad, dominant, eyes almost chasing my soul. "Strip," utos niya, bago ko ma-realize, naka-cuff na ako sa couch, kamay niya sa zipper ko, hawak ang sex toy na nagpapakaba sa akin. Halos magpumiglas ako, yung init ng tingin niya, yung hininga niya sa leeg ko, awakening something dark inside me. Wrong room, wrong time, pero bakit parang right ito? Humiliated, I walked out, yet his offer... eighty thousand... Enough for therapy ni Mommy Edith, tuition ni Diane, kaya nagpasakop ako. "My terms," sabi niya, at nagsimula ang erotic journey. Sa fittings, hinahawakan niya ako, introducing toys na nagpapaexcite sa buong katawan ko, edible sprays na dinidilaan niya mula sa dibdib ko pababa, BDSM ropes na nagbibigkis sa amin sa obsessive pleasure. From innocent sketches to designs full of fire, harnesses, sheer lingeries hit famous worldwide. Pero challenges come: Si Valeria, jealous bitch, sabotaging me; si Anthony, trying to steal me; family struggles na nakakadurog ng puso. Yet, with Renzo, our sex is thrilling, adventurous jets, obsessions, devouring each other hanggang umiyak ako sa ecstasy. He falls for me, possessive, but I evolve into fierce, dominant, owning him. Now, I'm the Queen of Seduction.But what if our love becomes our ultimate test?

I was the daughter of the Ashford Pack Alpha — the most beautiful she-wolf in the entire southern territory. Alphas lined up to pursue me, and I couldn't be bothered to give any of them a second glance. Until my best friend dared me: "Sera, I've got a bet for you. Think you can make my brother Kieran fall for you? Win, and I'll give you my mother's healing moonstone necklace. Lose, and you hand over that limited-edition sports car you love so much." Countless beautiful she-wolves had tried to get into his bed. Every last one of them had been turned away cold. The very first night after I took the bet, I saved Kieran from a silver poisoning, and spent the rest of that night tangled up with him while he burned through his heat. For the two years that followed, he grew more and more obsessed with me. On the long conference table in the pack meeting room, he pinned me down against the papers. In every room of his private estate, we left traces of ourselves behind. I gradually fell in love with him during countless intimate moments. Until the night only to overhear his conversation with the pack elder. "Alpha, it's time to announce who will be Luna." The Elder's voice was low and deliberate. "Miss Seraphina has been by your side for two years now. According to pack tradition—" "Enough." Kieran cut him off. "She and I were just having fun." The Elder was quiet for a moment. "And your first love? When you two separated, she asked for two years apart to try other partners. Those two years are up now. Isn't it time for her to come back?" "Yes." Warmth finally crept into Kieran's voice. "It's time for her to come back." That was when I realized — his so-called true love was my half-sister. The person I hated most in the world. For two years, I had been just his experiment while he "tried someone else". I turned and walked away without a second thought. But this powerful Alpha went mad — tearing through the entire wolf world searching for me.

I was the person Henry Johnson, the head of the San Nello mafia, loved more than anyone else. He loved me with absolute devotion. During our three years of marriage, he spoiled me endlessly and treated me like a princess. Yet this same man, who claimed to love me so deeply, divorced me three times, each time for the sake of his childhood sweetheart. The first time, intimate photos of them at the airport went viral. That very night, he placed the divorce papers in front of me. "Selena," he said, "Melanie's father once saved my life. I can't allow her to be condemned as a homewrecker. Let's divorce for now. Once this storm passes, we'll remarry." With my heart in pieces, I signed the papers and prepared to leave. However, at the airport, Henry stopped me. He broke down in front of me and begged, "I've already taken care of the media. Melanie has gone abroad again. I've repaid everything I owed her family. Please don't leave. Let's get married again." His tearful pleas softened my resolve. That was the first time I forgave him. The second time, he came to me looking utterly worn out. "Melanie was implicated by her boyfriend and ended up in prison," he said. "I need to bail her out as her spouse. Once she's free, we'll remarry right away." I believed him. That time, he kept his promise. He returned and remarried me. The third time, he lowered his head and hesitated, unable to look me in the eye. "Melanie is about to give birth," he said. "An unwed pregnancy would destroy her modeling career. I have to help her. This will be the last time. Once the child is settled, we'll remarry. I promise this will never happen again." I looked at him for a long time. In the end, I answered softly, "Okay." However, on the day we were meant to register our marriage again, I never appeared. Any love I still had was worn away bit by bit. In the end, I left for good, taking with me not only a broken heart, but also the unborn heir he would never know.