All Chapters of SELVAGGIA : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Did I say you can come, Selvaggia?”The word hit me like a spark on gasoline. Fuck. I didn’t know what it meant exactly, but the way it rolled off his tongue, low, rough and possessive made fresh heat flood between my thighs.I looked straight into the shadows where he sat and smirked, even as my legs trembled.“Maybe I like finishing what I start,” I breathed, still slowly pumping my fingers in and out of my soaked cunt, putting on a show just for him. My voice came out huskier than I expected. “Or maybe I want to see if you can make me stop.”A low, dangerous chuckle came from the darkness. Lucien unfolded his long body from the chair like a predator rising from rest. My heart slammed against my ribs as he stepped into the red light. Goddamn. Up close, he was even more devastating — sharp jaw, dark hair that touched the nape of his neck, full lips, eyes the deepest blue I have ever seen. The tailored black shirt stretched across his broad chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful

“I’m so tired,” Juliette groaned as she walked into the dressing room, looking like pure sin wrapped in expensive perfume. She was a stunning half-Asian beauty with smooth, golden-tan skin, high cheekbones, and those striking almond-shaped eyes that could shift from innocent to deadly in a heartbeat. Her chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, framing a face that belonged on magazine covers instead of this dingy strip club. Life had been cruel to her, though. Behind that gorgeous face was a girl fighting demons I knew too well.We’d bonded hard over the months. She was the only real friend I had here, always had my back, always knew when I needed a laugh or a shoulder.“I’m beat too,” I said, zipping up my bag. “I’m heading home right now. Dad isn’t doing great, so I’m not pulling an all-nighter.”“Ohh, I’m sorry, babe.” Juliette came closer and rubbed my back gently. “Don’t worry, he’s tough as nails. He’ll pull through.”“Yeah,” I forced a small smile.“So…” Her voice t

Scarlet POV“Who the fuck are you guys? Get your hands off me!” I screamed as two huge, terrifying men dragged me out of the dressing room. I twisted and fought like hell, but their grips on my arms were iron-tight.Everyone in the club was staring. Some girls snickered with mockery, others watched with pity. Juliette looked like she was about to cry, her hand pressed over her mouth. Madam Celine just stood there, arms crossed, watching everything with a cold expression I’d never seen directed at me before.Disappointment.“Madam Celine!” I begged, still struggling. “Please, tell them to let me go!”She shook her head slowly. “I’m deeply disappointed in you, Scarlet. You’ve always been one of my best girls.” Her voice was flat. “Go with them quietly, or I’ll be forced to call the police.”I didn’t understand. I hadn’t done anything to her. To see her look at me like I was nothing but trash beneath her shoe ripped a hole straight through my chest. The humiliation tasted like ash in my

Scarlet POVThe car pulled through massive iron gates that opened like the jaws of a beast. My jaw actually dropped as Lucien’s estate came into view.It wasn’t just a house, It was a fortress. The mansion sprawled across perfectly manicured grounds, all sharp modern lines mixed with old-world elegance. Tall glass windows, dark stone walls, and subtle lighting that made the whole place look both beautiful and terrifying. Like its owner.Lucien didn’t say a word as the car stopped at the entrance. He simply got out and waited for me. I stepped out slowly, trying not to look too impressed even though my heart was racing.Inside was even worse.Marble floors, high ceilings, expensive art on the walls. Everything screamed power and money. Lucien led me up a grand staircase and down a long hallway before pushing open a heavy door.The room he brought me into was breathtakingly beautiful, but it was undeniably masculine. The walls were clad in dark charcoal panels, the floors made of polishe

I sat silently in the back of the sleek, midnight-black Rolls-Royce Phantom, If anyone had told me a week ago that I would be enjoying the absolute luxury of being chauffeured through the city, I would have laughed in their face. In a way, I was finally living the life I had always dreamed of. I didn't have to wake up sweating about eviction notices, food prices, or my father's suffocating debts.My father. My chest tightened with a sudden, painful ache. I had no idea how he was faring or if he was even safe. I missed him so much, but I couldn't risk contacting him yet.This wasn't how I wanted to earn my peace. I had never dreamed of being forced into a marriage with a man I hardly knew. The only thing I really knew about Lucien Romano was his name. I didn't even know what the man actually did for a living, though I knew he was dangerous. Exactly the kind of man I had spent years avoiding at Club Midnight Sins. The wealthy, powerful men who patronized that VIP lounge were monsters