All Chapters of His V*rgin Stripper : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Behind the mask

Sienna “I’m telling you, Dave is acting strange.”I rolled my eyes at Roxy for the umpteenth time.“Dave isn't acting strange Rox, you don't know him well enough to say that.” I capped my mascara, and picked up my lip liner.“I have a strong feeling he's cheating on you.” Tina's calm voice filtered in from the bathroom, a straightener in hand.“Exactly! And I've said that for over a month.” Roxy's voice thick with exasperation drifted from the closet. She stepped out pointing a perfect manicured finger at me. “How come you're the only one not getting the gist?”“Okay!” I stood up and moved to the closet. “That's enough about my relationship, you guys made me come here to relax, and this is not exactly relaxing now is it?” I looked pointedly at Roxy.“You know what? You're right.” Tina emerged from the bathroom, her natural curls tamed into a disciplined, glossy mane that hit her waist. “We basically dragged her into this, we should give her a break, Roxy.”With a sigh, she huffed a “

Sin & Scalpel

Sienna The world didn't just stop; it fractured.The mask hit the stage floor with a hollow thud that echoed louder than the bone-rattling bass. Under the harsh, blood-red spotlights, the "Healer" looked up.It was a face I had kissed every morning for three years. The same jawline I’d traced while he slept, the same eyes that had looked at me with what I thought was medical-grade devotion.It was Dave. My fiancé.He didn't see me. He couldn't see past the glare of the lights and the sea of hands reaching for him, but he didn't need to. He was currently arching his back, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as his hands–the hands that were supposed to save lives–gripped the pole with the kind of practiced, rhythmic strength that made my stomach drop into my feet.“Oh, Sienna,” Talia’s voice was a low, mournful bell beside me. She didn't sound surprised. She sounded like she was watching a car wreck she’d predicted weeks ago.“We really did try to tell you.”“A month,” Roxy snapped, h

Shedding the Angel

Sienna The cold of the alleyway fueled the fire roaring in my chest. I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth, erasing the last trace of the girl who had spent three years playing house with a monster.“Im in,” my voice sounded like gravel. “I’ll do it.”Roxy’s eyes lit up, a triumphant spark dancing in them. “That’s my girl. Now, let’s go get your things. We aren't leaving a single piece of your soul in that hellhole.”I turned toward the service door, my legs feeling like lead but my heart hammering a war beat. I needed my purse. I needed to move before the nausea returned.Walking back into the VIP lounge was torture. The music was a physical weight, pulsing in rhythm with the sights I couldn't unsee.My gaze flickered toward the glass before I could stop myself.The Healer was still buried under a writhing knot of limbs, a choreographed orgy that made my skin crawl.I suddenly felt like burning the building down.I snatched my clutch off the velvet booth and as I turned to lea

The Shadow's Gaze

Sienna “I can’t do this.”The words came out smaller than I intended. Pathetic, almost.Like all the confidence I had been running on tonight had finally expired and left me stranded backstage in six-inch heels and a dress that could barely qualify as fabric.The crowd outside erupted again, impatient applause echoing through the walls.I could hear the announcer saying something else, probably buying us a few extra seconds. It would not be enough.My breathing became faster, too uneven .This was a mistake.A horrible, impulsive, emotionally unstable mistake.What the hell was I doing here?Five hours ago, I had a fiancé. A wedding, a future.Now I was backstage in an elite sex club dressed like a glittering revenge fantasy, seconds away from performing for a room full of rich strangers.This was the kind of shit show that should’ve been stopped by a trusted adult.Roxy grabbed my arms before I could spiral any further.“Hey. Look at me.”I shook my head.“No, Rox, seriously, I can’

In His Basement

SiennaI tore my gaze away from him immediately, my fingers tightening around the pole.Focus.Focus on the routine.Not the man sitting upstairs looking like sin wrapped in a tailored suit.The music pulsed through the room as Roxy spun around the pole beside me effortlessly, completely unaware that my nervous system was currently malfunctioning.I forced myself to move.To climb.To breathe.But every few seconds, my eyes betrayed me.They kept drifting back toward that booth.And every single time, he was already watching me.Not looking around the room.Not distracted by the women surrounding him.Just watching me with those cold, unreadable eyes like he was trying to pull something out of me.It was unsettling.Heat crawled beneath my skin as I slid down the pole smoothly before transitioning toward the silk again. The crowd blurred into noise around me, but his presence stayed sharp.Heavy and impossible to ignore.I looked away quickly, annoyed with myself.What the hell was wr

The Devil's Bargain

My knees buckled.Not dramatically enough to send me crashing to the floor, thank God, but enough to embarrass me.I caught myself almost immediately, my hand gripping the edge of the chair beside me before I could completely lose my footing.The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.A smirk. Just great.Not only had this terrifying man watched me spiral internally for an entire performance, he was apparently enjoying this too.Heat crawled up my neck.I straightened quickly, trying to recover whatever dignity I still had left.His eyes stayed on me the entire time.Calm and unmoving. Sharp enough to make my skin feel too tight.The room suddenly felt smaller.Too quiet.Too private.I cleared my throat after a few painful seconds.“Why did you send for me?”My voice sounded steadier than I felt.Barely.He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he stood.And dear God, that somehow made everything worse.He was already intimidating sitting down, but standing?Standing made it painfully obv

The Price of Ruin

“What condition?”The smirk on his face faded slightly. Just enough for something darker to settle underneath it.He finally released my wrist, and I immediately stepped back, trying to create enough distance to think clearly again.Because being this close to him was becoming a problem.A serious one.He watched me calmly for a second before speaking.“I want you.”My stomach tightened instantly.Not in the flattering, butterflies-and-daydreams kind of way.This felt heavier.More dangerous.My fingers curled slightly against my palm as I tried to ignore the effect his voice had on me.“You don’t even know me,” I said carefully.“I know enough.”That answer did absolutely nothing to comfort me.He reached for the whiskey glass I had abandoned earlier, taking a slow sip without breaking eye contact.“How long have you been angry?”The question caught me off guard.“What?”“You wear it well,” he said smoothly. “But it’s still there.”I swallowed hard.God, I hated how observant he was.

Marcello

My heart fluttered so hard it genuinely embarrassed me.His gaze lifted slowly back to mine while my entire nervous system malfunctioned in real time.“Goodnight,” he murmured.And somehow, hearing my sanity collapse sounded exactly like that voice.My brain was still trying to recover from the hand kiss when he casually shrugged off his suit jacket.I blinked at him in confusion.Then he stepped forward and draped it over my shoulders before I could process what was happening.The fabric swallowed me instantly, warm from his body and smelling faintly of whiskey, cedarwood, and something darker I couldn’t describe.Jesus Christ.I stood there frozen while he adjusted the collar slightly, his fingers brushing against my neck for barely a second.Still enough to send my nervous system into cardiac arrest.“You’ll catch a cold,” he said simply.Excuse me?I stared at him.This man had just asked me to become his contract pet, kissed my hand like he stepped out of a morally questionable h

Shattered Remains

The first thing I felt when I woke up was pain.It wasn't something normal, neither was it just a headache.The kind of migraine that made me question every life decision that had led me to this exact moment.A tortured groan escaped my lips as I buried my face deeper into the pillow.Never again.I was never drinking again.At least that was what I told myself every single time I got drunk.Beside me, Roxy was sprawled across the bed like a crime scene, one leg hanging off the mattress and her makeup smeared across half her face.A snort escaped me despite the pounding in my skull.How she was still asleep through this headache was beyond me.I slowly pushed myself upright.Instant regret.The room spun.My stomach threatened mutiny.I immediately sat back down."Fantastic," I muttered.After several minutes of negotiating with my own body, I finally managed to stand without dying.Small victories.The apartment was unusually quiet as I shuffled toward the kitchen.Sunlight poured th

The Devil at My Door

The pounding started somewhere inside my dream. At first, I ignored it. Then it got louder. Then whoever was responsible apparently decided being subtle was for losers. BANG. BANG. BANG. My eyes flew open. Big mistake. The crying headache I'd gone to sleep with yesterday hadn't disappeared. It had simply taken a short vacation before returning with reinforcements. I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, dragging a pillow over my head. The room was so dark and comfortable that it made me want to stay in bed for another twelve hours and pretend the world didn't exist. BANG. "Sienna!" Roxy. Of course it was Roxy. I squeezed my eyes shut. If I ignored her long enough, maybe she'd leave. BANG. "Sienna!" Apparently not. I blindly reached toward the nightstand, grabbed my phone, and squinted at the screen. 2:17 PM. Wonderful. It seemed like I had cried myself unconscious for half a day. That felt healthy. BANG. "Sienna, open the door!" "No

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