𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 | 𝟏𝟖+

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

𝗗𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 :-

To all the bad girlies who crave to be worshipped yet owned-

His grip is unrelenting—one hand wrapped around your throat, fingers pressing just enough to make your pulse stutter, the other buried in your hair, yanking your head back. His lips hover over yours, a breath away, his voice nothing but a growl.

"Whom does this pussy belong to?"

Your body trembles, the fire in his eyes scorching every inch of you. Your lips part, but the words barely make it past your throat. "Y-you…"

His grip tightens—dangerous. "Say it like you fucking mean it."

"You! Only you!"

A dark smirk stretches across his lips before his teeth sink into your jaw—biting, claiming. "That’s right, baby. You’re fucking mine."

His fingers trail lower, ghosting over your heat before stopping. A punishment. A warning. His lips press against your ear, his voice sharp as a blade.

"And whom does this soul belong to?"

Your stomach clenches, the possessiveness in his tone making your breath hitch. You can feel his dominance wrapping around you like a vice, consuming, suffocating.

"You." A whisper.

Not good enough.

His grip in your hair tightens, yanking your head back. "Louder."

"You! You own me!"

A low, satisfied chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Damn fucking right, I do."

His hand moves to your jaw, forcing you to hold his gaze—burning, commanding, all-consuming. "And whom do you fucking breathe for?"

Your pulse pounds beneath his palm. You don’t hesitate this time.

"You."

His lips skim down your throat, marking, branding. "Good fucking girl."

Then, his voice drops, deadly, commanding. "I want to see this pretty fucking face while I fill you up." His fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing your gaze to stay locked on his. "You take me so well, mia amor. You were made for this—made for me."

Your body clenches around him, surrendering, breaking. His grip doesn’t falter. "Say it. Say you’re mine while I spill my seed inside you."

"I’m yours!" Your voice shatters with pleasure, eyes hazy, body collapsing into him.

"Repeat." His hands tighten-not to restrain, but to remind, to bind you to him, to etch himself into your very soul-until his name is the only thing your lips know

Until he is the air in your lungs, the fire in your veins, the only prayer your body knows how to whisper.

Owned. Worshipped. Eternally his.

His hold turns brutal—his final thrusts relentless, a punishment, a branding. And then—he tenses. A guttural growl tears from his throat as he empties inside you, filling you so deep there’s no escape.

His hand tightens around your throat, holding you in place, making you to take it all. His breath is harsh against your lips, his forehead pressing into yours as he seals his claim.

"Mine," he murmurs darkly. "Every fucking part of you. Forever."

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𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:-

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

1. Ruthless Mafia Lord

2. Innocent yet Bold Girl

3. Obsessive Male Lead

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 & 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

4. Stalking

5. Dark and Erotic Romance

6. Light BDSM Elements

7. Arranged Marriage by Manipulation

8. Veil of Uncertainty & Unseen Perils

9. Buried Echoes & Forbidden Truths

10. Mind's Abyss & Twisted Realities

11. Silent Dominance & Unspoken Chains

12. Sacred Devotion & Unrelenting Claim

13. Blurred Lines of Virtue & Vice

14. Tangled Strings of the Heart & Mind

15. Perilous Gambits & Psychological Warfare

16. Masked Agendas & Concealed Fates

17. Vendettas Woven in Blood & Lies

18. Scars Unseen & Souls Rewritten

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚:

This is an erotic and dark romance story. It contains heavy smut, BDSM elements, ownership dynamics, and extremely possessive and mature themes.

It does not contain any rape or abuse.

If you're comfortable with these themes, then read on. Otherwise, feel free to leave

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 :-

𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓

The Ruthless Mafia Lord
33 years old
The Lord of the Ranawat Empire
6'4

𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍

The Beautiful, Intelligent Soul of a Middle-Class Family
24 years old
5'5

BLURB :-

Rudra pulls her firmly into his hold, his arms like iron, trapping her in his embrace. His lips brush against her neck, a slow, deliberate caress that sends shivers of anticipation through her. "Shhhh, it's your owner," he breathes against her skin, the words dripping with dominance.

His mouth moves down her neck, kissing, marking, claiming her as his, each touch a silent promise of what's to come. "Who owns you, baby?" he growls, his voice rough with hunger, demanding an answer.

Her breath catches, the pressure of his body against hers almost suffocating. She stammers, the words slipping out in a breathless whisper. "Y--you." It's a surrender, a confession, a binding vow she can't take back

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