𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃 | 18+

"I will slam you against the wall as I fuck your brains out, turning you into a whiny and shaky mess. I want to hear your pretty screams and moans, I wanna fuck you till you pass out. You belong to me, you're my dirty little toy."

Ava had it all - money, beauty, and a world she crafted with her own hands. Her days were spent in quiet studios lit by afternoon sun, the smell of paint clinging to her skin, charcoal smudges on delicate fingertips. She brought desire to life with every stroke, captured emotion in every shade. Her work was raw, sensual, haunting - just like her. She didn't just create art - she breathed it, lived it.

With soft curves that invited sin and eyes that seemed to feel too much, she was elegance wrapped in something wild. Untouchable. Distant. A woman wrapped in silk and shadow, surrounded by the safety of galleries, quiet nights, and the illusion of control.

Until Santiago Rodriguez shattered it all.

Rich. Dangerous. Cold-blooded.

That's all anyone needed to know about him - and every word was true. When he found out that the man who owed him money had a daughter, a beautiful little muse tucked away in her polished world of canvas and quiet, the plan was simple.

Take her. Make daddy bleed. Walk away.

But nothing stayed simple.

Because Ava didn't whimper. She burned.
She fought him with sharp words and defiant eyes, her fire igniting something violent and possessive inside Santiago. He wanted her - not just her body, but her fear, her fury, her trembling breath when he touched her like she was his canvas now.

She was supposed to be leverage.
Now she's his obsession.

And he's not letting go.

He wants her cries, her surrender, her ruin.
He wants her to paint again - but only what he makes her feel.
Every trembling moan, every bruised kiss, every filthy memory he carves into her skin.

Because if she was meant to create beauty, then he was born to break it.

And rebuild her as something that belongs to him.