All Chapters of The Billionaire's Obsession: The Innocent Maid of the Forbidden Club: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(POV: BRIANNA)The bouncer guided me down the dimly lit corridor and stopped in front of booth seven. He unlocked the heavy wooden door, gestured for me to step inside, and locked it behind me immediately.The sharp click of the lock echoed in the silence. It was my very first time stepping into one of those private rooms.The space was dark, illuminated only by a faint crimson light glowing from the ceiling. The air smelled of leather, expensive cigar smoke, and a striking, intoxicating masculine cologne. In the center of the booth, sitting in a massive leather armchair, was the man who had chosen me.His long legs were crossed, and he wore a tailored black suit. The first few buttons of his white dress shirt were undone. His face was obscured by a dark mask, revealing only his sharp, rigid jawline and a pair of pitch-black, intense eyes. Those eyes locked onto me instantly."Come closer, little bird," his voice echoed. It was deep, raspy, and commanding.I took three short steps for

(POV: BRIANNA)The man pulled his fingers out of my mouth slowly. A thin string of saliva connected my lips to his fingertips in the dimness of that dark room. Booth seven felt like a studio entirely isolated from the rest of the world. The crimson illumination cast massive shadows across the velvet walls. I could barely make out his features. He wore a heavy black mask that covered almost his entire face. However, as he moved, the light caught his perfectly aligned, stark white teeth—a dangerous contrast to the darkness enveloping him.He wiped the moisture from his fingers onto my chin, then delivered a faint slap to my cheek. The soft crack against my skin made me catch my breath. Right after, he gripped my blonde hair from behind with brute force. The firm yank forced my head back, completely exposing my neck.The man buried his face into the curve of my neck. He took a deep, dragging breath, pressing the muscles of his broad chest tight against my shoulder."I love your scent, li

(POV: ALEXANDER THORNE)My head felt like it was about to explode. I stared at my computer screen in my office at Thorne Tech, reviewing financial reports that no longer held a single ounce of my interest. The stress of the corporate world was a daily, crushing weight. But nothing irritated me more than the soft, lingering knock on my glass door. My former mother-in-law, Sorya, walked in without an invitation. She held a folder of documents in her hand, wearing that same, nagging look of entitlement she always did."I’m here to pick up this month's check, Alexander," she said, tossing the papers onto my rosewood desk.I took a deep breath, forcing my raging anger under control. Six years ago, my personal life had been completely shattered. My wife died during childbirth, along with our baby. She had a pre-existing medical condition and was never supposed to get pregnant, but she ended up conceiving by accident anyway. The guilt of her death was entirely mine to bear. And now, I paid t

POV: ALEXANDER THORNE"Get off the bed," I ordered coldly.I hauled the redhead up by her arm and guided her to the center of the room. Saul activated the ropes hanging from the ceiling pulleys. He secured her wrists with tight, expert knots and pulled, forcing her arms high above her head. Her body was pulled completely taut, suspended in midair, her legs locked wide open and secured by heavy leather straps on either side. It was a position of absolute, unyielding vulnerability.I stepped closer, inhaling her perfume tangled with the scent of raw sweat. Eros stepped up right behind her. He initiated his twisted, romantic game, slamming his lips against hers in a deep, invading kiss while his large hands aggressively massaged her heavy breasts. He dragged his mouth down her throat, biting and sucking on her pale skin, pulling pathetic, whiny groans from the submissive's lips. I didn't indulge in those kinds of performance sweets. My only focus was the raw, unadulterated meat of it.I

The vibration of my old phone against the wooden kitchen table shattered the silence of the apartment. I scrambled to grab it, my heart hammering in my throat. A woman’s voice, incredibly formal and polished, spoke on the other end. I had passed the screening. Out of dozens of applicants, I was the one chosen for the live-in maid position at the Thorne estate. The salary offered was three times higher than any standard job on the market. Combining that amount with the cash already sitting in my bank account since the weekend, my brother’s hospital treatments were locked in for the next few months. I didn't have the luxury of turning this down.By Monday morning, I was already standing before the massive iron gates of the Thorne property.The estate sat at the peak of an isolated hill, bordered by high stone walls and ancient trees that shielded the mansion from any curious eyes. I dragged my small, worn suitcase up the cobblestone driveway, my lungs gasping for air by the time the main