Love Under The Gun

I woke up chained to the devil's bed, wearing nothing but a stripper's outfit.

Confusion clouded my mind as I tugged at the cold metal binding my wrists to the headboard. This wasn't my room. The scent of expensive cologne and danger filled the air. Then I saw him. Leonardo D’Introno. Standing there, shirtless, holding a glass of red wine, his eyes raking over my exposed body like he owned every inch of it.

"Why am I in your room?" I demanded, struggling against the restraints. He didn't answer. Instead, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He tilted the glass. I gasped as the cool, crimson liquid splashed onto my chest, soaking through the thin fabric, making it cling to my skin like a second layer.

"Now isn't that better?" he whispered, looming over me. I felt like a slut, exposed and vulnerable, but I couldn't look away from his dark, hungry eyes. "You really are innocent," he mocked, smashing the glass against the wall. He climbed onto the bed, crawling over me like a predator, his knees caging my hips. "I want to teach your father a lesson... by breaking his precious daughter."


I was Aurora De Luca, the respected senior art curator of Bella Vita, living a life of elegance and independence. I thought I had it all—until my father, the Don of the De Luca Empire, sold me. He traded me like a bargaining chip to Leonardo D’Introno, a ruthless monster who rules the underworld with an iron fist. Now, I’m trapped in his mansion, stripped of my freedom and forced to be his "slave." I tried to run, but he caught me. I tried to fight, but he chained me to his bed. He says he wants to destroy my father, but the way he looks at me... the way he touches me with that terrifying mix of violence and desire... tells me he wants something else entirely. He wants to break me. But I won't go down without a fight—even if my own body is starting to betray me.