บททั้งหมดของ Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

‎Kane didn’t stop to explain. He didn’t care for the stares from his men as he ascended the grand staircase with Castelle in his arms. The leather-clad, gun-toting mafia members parted without a word—some in surprise, some with pity, and others with unreadable expressions. Their leader, bringing a woman home? A battered one at that? Unheard of. But Kane Aldrich didn’t give a damn.‎‎Once inside his room, he took her to the extension—a quiet corner with a plush couch facing the floor-to-ceiling windows—and gently laid her down.‎‎Then he turned swiftly and went into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit.‎‎He opened it with a snap and froze.‎‎His jaw clenched. Eyes burned.‎‎Her appearance had been bad enough in the dim light. But now, in his space, under his light, he saw everything.‎‎Her clothes were torn and filthy. Glass shards still stuck in her skin. Her lip was split, makeup smeared across her cheeks in a conflict of color. Old bruises sat beneath fresh ones showing c

‎Morning crept into the room, pale light filtering through the heavy drapes.‎‎Castelle stretched under the thick sheets, her body sore in places she hadn't realized could ache — memories of last night's tension, the way Kane’s stare alone had shredded her walls. ‎Her thighs brushed together, sensitive and betraying.‎‎The door clicked open, and Kareen entered wordlessly, a tray of food in her hands. She set it down and left without sparing a glance. ‎Castelle blinked after her, disoriented, wrapped tightly in his black shirt — a poor attempt at decency.‎‎The shirt strained across her plus-sized frame. ‎It clung to her heavy breasts, rode high over her thick thighs, stretched around her wide hips. ‎The buttons gapped slightly when she moved too fast, flashing glimpses of soft, tempting skin.‎‎A shirt that clearly belonged to him, powerful, lean, sharp — not for her lushness.‎‎Then the door opened again.‎‎Kane.‎‎He stood there like a force of nature, stealing the air from

‎The sun had barely peeked over the blackened skyline when the mansion stirred to life.‎Downstairs, Kane stood beside the idling black car, his jaw locked, hair sleek, arms folded, every line of his body coiled like a loaded weapon. The morning wind tugged at his jacket, but he barely noticed. His eyes were fixed on the entrance of the house.‎‎She was late.‎His tongue clicked against his teeth, each second fueling the roiling storm in his chest.‎The phone in his hand buzzed. Lucien.‎“What?” Kane barked, already impatient.‎‎Lucien’s voice was sharp, calm — but edged with tension. “Shipment from Alcantara. Someone tried to intercept it.‎Kane’s entire body stilled. Storm building within.‎“Who?”‎‎“We’re not sure yet. Could be Armir's people. Could be that they're testing boundaries. Either way — we’ve contained it. No losses. But it was close.”‎‎The rage snapped tight inside him like a tripwire.‎‎“Keep it off the radar,” Kane growled. “No one breathes a word. I want names

‎‎The morning light bled slowly through the mansion’s tall windows, casting golden patterns across the marble floors like a lie — warmth in a place ruled by frost and fire.‎Castelle was already awake.‎Barefoot. Anxious. Sitting on the edge of the bed like a prisoner waiting for sentencing.‎‎The room still smelled like him. Spiced leather. Cold steel. Something darker beneath.‎‎Her skin prickled.‎The corset lay across the chair — today’s uniform, Kareen had said with a look too gentle for the nightmare Castelle was living.‎A soft knock interrupted her spiraling thoughts.‎Kareen stepped in, holding a tray. “Eat something. You’ll need your strength.”‎“For what?” Castelle whispered.‎But Kareen didn’t answer.‎‎Just placed the tray down, brushed a stray lock from Castelle’s face, and left.‎Moments later, the door opened again.‎And this time — it was him.‎Kane.‎‎Immaculate black shirt. Sleeves rolled. Veins coiled like threats down his arms. A predator dressed like temptati

‎She awoke to darkness, attempting to stretch, but found herself unable to move. Panic set in as she tugged at her restraints, a soft "tutting" sound amplifying her fear. "That's no way to please me, kitten," a voice murmured, instantly recognizable as Kane's. "Kane! Please let me go!" she cried out, her voice a mix of terror, a strange anticipation, anxiety and a primal recognition of him. ‎‎Kane's smile was predatory as he moved with a deliberate stealth. Castelle's fear escalated, the uncertainty of his next action increasing her distress. He surprised her by smoothly running a flogger across her stomach, from her breastbone to just above her waist, then down her thighs to her feet. She flinched at first before understanding what he was doing. Her squirming, visible through her thin gown, fueled his pleasure, evoking images of her writhing beneath him. Her reactions when he's balls deep in her, fucking her into oblivion. Her pulse raced. Kane watched, then abruptly struck her sto