Veiled Submission

Chapter 1 The blindfold slipped over my eyes, and the world went black just as his deep voice brushed my ear. "Relax, little spy. Let us show you what The Veil really is." My heart slammed against my ribs. The masked party in the Brooklyn warehouse had been loud with moans and music only seconds ago. Now everything narrowed to the heat of three bodies surrounding me in the private room. Strong hands guided me backward until my thighs hit the edge of a leather bench. Fingers-long and confident-traced my collarbone, then dipped lower, brushing the swell of my breasts through the thin black dress. I sucked in a sharp breath as cool ice suddenly pressed against my neck, melting instantly against my flushed skin. A second set of hands slid up my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress higher, exposing lace panties already damp with traitorous arousal. "Who are you?" I whispered, even as my nipples tightened painfully. The man behind me chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my chest. "Tonight, we're the ones asking questions." The ice trailed down between my breasts, leaving a wet path that made me shiver. Then warm lips replaced it, sucking gently on the sensitive skin just above my bra. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. My hands were gently pulled behind my back and secured with something soft-silk, maybe. The restraint wasn't tight, but it sent a rush of heat straight to my core. Another hand-rougher, more commanding-cupped my ass and squeezed. "So responsive already," the voice murmured, approval thick in his tone. "Good girl." The praise hit me like a drug. My knees weakened. I hated how much I loved it. The ice moved lower, circling my navel, then lower still until it pressed against the lace covering my clit. I gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily. The cold burned deliciously against my swollen flesh. Fingers hooked into my panties, pulling them aside. Hot breath ghosted over my exposed pussy right before a warm tongue replaced the ice, licking one slow, torturous stripe from entrance to clit. "Oh fuck-" My head fell back against a hard chest. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me upright as the tongue between my legs circled faster, sucking lightly. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. My thighs trembled. I was supposed to be gathering evidence, not melting under their touch. But God, the way they played my body-like they already knew every secret I'd never told anyone-made my mind spin. The man behind me pinched my nipple through my dress, rolling it between his fingers. "Let go, beautiful. We've got you." I came hard, sudden and shocking, a cry tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My legs gave out completely, but they caught me, holding me between their bodies as I shook. The blindfold stayed on. My breathing was ragged. Then a calm, authoritative voice cut through the haze. "Take it off." The silk was removed. Three devastatingly handsome men stood before me-tall, powerful, radiating raw dominance. The one with icy blue eyes and sharp features stared at me like he could see straight into my soul. The playful one with warm brown eyes and a dangerous smirk licked his lips slowly. The third, broad-shouldered and intense, watched me with barely restrained hunger. The blue-eyed man tilted his head. "Your real name isn't Elena Voss, is it... Nova Kane?" My stomach dropped. They knew. Before I could speak, the door to the private room clicked shut behind us. The blue-eyed man stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "We have a proposal for you, little journalist. One that involves a 90-day contract... and your complete surrender." My pulse thundered in my ears as his fingers brushed my still-sensitive clit, making me jolt. "Or we can ruin your career right now."

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His fingers circled my swollen clit with lazy precision, sending fresh sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine even as fear iced my veins.

"Choose quickly, Nova," the blue-eyed man said, voice velvet and steel. "Sign the contract... or walk out and lose everything."

I was still trembling from the orgasm they'd ripped from me, panties shoved aside, dress hiked up around my waist, wrists loosely bound behind my back. The three of them surrounded me like predators who had already tasted their prey.

The playful one-warm brown eyes, wicked smirk-leaned in and nipped my earlobe. "She's soaked, Kairo. Our little spy enjoyed herself."

Kairo. So that was Ice Eyes.

The broad-shouldered one, Draco, rumbled from behind me, his large hands steadying my hips. "She's scared... but her body wants this."

Heat flooded my cheeks. They were right. My pussy clenched around nothing, aching for more even as my journalist brain screamed danger.

"What's the contract?" I managed, voice breathy.

Zane-the playful one-smiled against my neck. "You become ours for ninety days. Our exclusive submissive. We train you. We own your pleasure. In return, we won't destroy your career... and you get to see everything you came here for."

Kairo's finger pressed firmer against my clit, making my hips buck. "Every scene will be consensual. Safe words respected. But you will obey."

A fresh wave of lust mixed with the terror in my chest. The idea of belonging to them-to these three powerful, beautiful men-made something deep inside me throb with dark longing.

Draco's voice dropped low near my ear. "Say yes, and we'll take you somewhere private right now. Say no, and this ends tonight."

My mind raced. This was my story. My big break. But the way Kairo watched me, the way Zane's teeth grazed my shoulder, the solid strength of Draco holding me up... I wanted it. God help me, I wanted them.

"I... I need to think-"

Kairo slid one finger inside me without warning. I gasped sharply, back arching as he curled it perfectly against that sensitive spot.

"No thinking," he said calmly. "Only feeling. Answer now."

Pleasure built fast again. My thighs shook. Zane pinched my nipple hard, sending a jolt straight to my core. Draco's hand slid up to wrap gently around my throat-not squeezing, just holding, possessive and steady.

"Yes," I moaned, the word torn from me as another orgasm threatened. "Yes, I'll sign."

The moment the words left my lips, Kairo withdrew his finger. I whimpered at the loss.

"Good girl," all three murmured almost in unison. The praise made my stomach flutter.

They untied my wrists. Kairo produced a sleek tablet from somewhere. A contract glowed on the screen-clear terms, safe words listed in bold: Red. Yellow. Green.

I read it with shaking hands while Zane kissed slowly down my neck and Draco massaged my shoulders, keeping me grounded.

I signed.

The second my digital signature appeared, Kairo's eyes darkened with satisfaction. "Take her to the yacht."

They led me out through a private exit. Cool night air hit my heated skin as we stepped onto the dock. The yacht waited, lights low and inviting. Once aboard and away from shore, the three of them surrounded me again on the open deck under the stars.

Kairo stepped close, tilting my chin up. "Strip for us, Nova."

My fingers trembled as I obeyed, sliding the dress off my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. I stood bare before them, nipples hard in the night breeze, pussy glistening with arousal.

Zane groaned softly. "Beautiful."

Draco's gaze burned. "On your knees."

I dropped to my knees on the cushioned deck. Three pairs of hands reached for me at once-Kairo fisting my hair gently, Zane stroking my cheek, Draco running a thumb across my lower lip.

"Open," Kairo commanded.

I parted my lips.

All three of them freed their cocks-thick, hard, and pulsing with need. Zane went first, sliding into my mouth with a low moan. I took him eagerly, tongue swirling, the taste of him making me dizzy with lust. Kairo and Draco stroked themselves while watching, eyes dark with possession.

Pleasure and surrender swirled together inside me. This was wrong. This was dangerous. And I had never felt more alive.

Zane pulled out suddenly, breathing hard. Kairo took his place, pushing deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged softly, tears pricking my eyes, but the way he looked at me-so intense, almost reverent-made my heart clench.

Draco knelt behind me, spreading my thighs wider. Two thick fingers plunged into my dripping pussy from behind.

I moaned loudly around Kairo's cock.

The pleasure built brutally fast. Fingers fucked me deep while Kairo used my mouth. Zane pinched and twisted my nipples, whispering filthy praise.

"Come for us, Nova. Now."

My orgasm hit like lightning. I cried out around Kairo as my pussy clenched hard around Draco's fingers, juices coating his hand. My vision whited out with overwhelming sensation.

Before I could recover, they lifted me.

Kairo lay back on the wide lounge, pulling me on top of him, impaling me in one smooth thrust.

I screamed in pleasure, nails digging into his chest.

Zane moved behind me. Slick fingers circled my ass.

Draco stood beside us, stroking my hair tenderly even as lust burned in his eyes.

Kairo thrust up into me hard, eyes locked on mine. "You're ours now."

Zane pressed against my back entrance, pushing slowly inside.

The stretch was intense, burning, perfect. Being filled by two of them at once tore a broken moan from my throat.

Draco cupped my face, feeding his cock between my lips just as both Kairo and Zane started moving in sync.

Pleasure unlike anything I'd ever known consumed me completely.

Then Zane leaned down, breath hot against my ear, and whispered the words that shattered everything:

"Welcome to your new life, little spy... for the next ninety days."

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The craziest thing I've ever done was let a dangerous man touch me, and not pull away. "Trust me." Words like that could mess you up in this line of work. Then he did something I didn't expect, he stretched out a hand. Even I knew when not to doubt a helping hand. I sighed. Well, roadkill it is then. I clasped his hand and his firm grip pulled me up out of the line of fire. *** Cake Coogan survives by her fists and her fury, spending her life fighting in underground rings to keep herself and her mother alive. But one stolen payout, one stranger's intervention, and one accidental bag switch drops her into the crosshairs of Nico Vescari. Nico Vescari; mafia heir, feared and ruthless, a man who kills with a steady pulse-wants his money back. What he gets instead is Cake: the girl with the iron fists, mismatched eyes, and a journal he should never have read. Fascinated, furious, and threatened by how she makes him feel, he gives her a choice that isn't a choice at all-marry him for a year... or lose the only family she has left. Thrust into a world of blood feuds, monsters, and merciless mafia politics, Cake becomes both weapon and wife. She's pulled between power plays, underground fights, and a man whose touch feels like fire even when she swears she hates him. Nico's family is dangerous, his enemies worse, and his rules suffocating, but the most lethal thing between them is the feral desire none of them want. As bodies fall and alliances burn, Cake is forced to choose between revenge and the man who has broken her, protected her, and ruined her life in equal measure. In a story of obsession, betrayal, and savage love, only the strongest survive. And Cake Coogan is not prey.

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7.8

Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Surgeon

7.8

My abusive ex was threatening a lawsuit that would destroy my father's career and wipe out my PhD. I was completely out of options. That night, Graham, the boy from next door I hadn't seen in a decade, showed up at my apartment in the middle of a hurricane. Now a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, he offered a transactional marriage: he needed a local wife to keep his family away while he cared for his sick mother, and in return, he would make my ex disappear. I thought it was a simple deal. But the morning after we signed the marriage license, Graham didn't just scare my ex off—he ruthlessly dismantled him. Then, Graham turned to me. His eyes were dead as he pulled out his phone, showing me a high-resolution photo of the night I illegally sold lab samples to pay off my ex's initial blackmail. He had hired a private investigator to stalk me. If that photo leaked to the FDA, I wouldn't just lose my degree; I'd go to prison. "I needed a guarantee," he said flatly. I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage? I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up.

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9.7

Forgotten Love, Unleashed Cold Revenge

9.7

Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for. Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive. Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself. But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate. With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."

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8.2

His Friend, My Living Hell

8.2

My father's routine heart surgery went horribly wrong, leaving him in a coma. The surgeon was Fabiola, my husband Julian's celebrated childhood friend. When I begged Julian to use his immense resources to save him, he gave me a chilling ultimatum: my father's life for Fabiola's career. To protect her, he stood by as she deliberately scalded my hand with boiling soup. He locked me in a rat-infested wine cellar to "teach me a lesson." He even force-fed me peanuts, knowing I had a deadly allergy, and had me committed to a psychiatric hospital when I still wouldn't break. I didn't understand how the man who once promised to build a fortress around me had become the one launching the attack, all for a woman he claimed was just a friend. So, as Fabiola shoved me from the deck of our yacht into the dark water below, I didn't fight. I let myself fall, because faking my death was the only way to destroy them both.

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9.6

La santa hija de la sombra

9.6

Raised in the heart of a powerful mafia family, a young woman struggles to balance her innate purity with the violent legacy of her bloodline. As internal power struggles threaten to tear her world apart, she finds herself caught between a dangerous underworld war and a forbidden romance. To survive, she must embrace her hidden strength and navigate a web of betrayal. It is a journey of action and passion where shadows and light collide.

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9.6

Left To Burn, She Rose A Queen

9.6

I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me. But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest. The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me. They didn't. Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her. They let me burn to keep her warm. When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages. That was the moment Elena Vitiello died. I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York. By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring. "You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them. "Burn for it."

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