Novels by Ashlyn Powers

Chiara trudged tiredly down the hallway, rubbing her eyes as she approached the dining room. The thought of Dante entering her room and punishing her, resulted in her barely sleeping.“Dante…” She mumbled sleepily, her gaze on the empty dining room. “Dan—” She was cut off as Dante’s arm wrapped around her waist. The sensation was enough to send goosebumps on her skin, but he refused to let go despite how she struggled.“You called, Darling? Did you miss me?” She shuddered, leaning into his touch with a resigned sigh. “You’re going to punish me… just do it now. You’re making me anxious by not doing anything.”His eyes sparkled with excitement as he suddenly turned her to face him. “Close your eyes, and don’t open them until I say so.”She sighed, but hesitantly obeyed. Her heart pounded in her chest with every second that passed, and her eyes jerked open when she felt his lips on hers. She said nothing, waiting for him to force his tongue into her mouth, but it never happened. The kis

Dante watched from his surveillance footage as Chiara exited the unfamiliar car parked in front of his gate. “What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into, Darling?” He muttered, his eyes still fixed on the screen.Chiara took one final glance at the driver, there were no words, only a forced smile before she entered his house. Dante smirked, she was staggering—visibly drunk and he knew who the driver of that car was. The same person he had been tracking and silently observing for years.He was quiet, listening to Chiara’s soft footsteps as she descended into her bedroom. Quickly shutting off his MacBook, he exited his room and went to Chiara's room enjoying the way she jolted out of the same bed she had just settled in. His eyes scanned her, enjoying the fact she was still wearing his hoodie. He almost smiled—almost. “You're late.” He said blankly with a scowl like he was angry.“I-I… I don't care…” She slurred, giving away how intoxicated she was.“You came home drunk and lat

Chiara entered her father’s restaurant with a smile. Everything was just as it was the day she had left. The faint smell of grease still lingered in the air, the soft sounds of classical music still played from the background, and her piano; looked just as beautiful as the day she had left it. Aria and Matteo must have dusted and cleaned it for her since she had left, she was grateful.Her sister, Aria, walked up to her with a smile. They both maintained eye contact until Aria finally hugged her. “Sis! I can’t believe you visited, I didn’t even think you’d come so early. Dante let you go or did you sneak out?”Chiara scoffed, rolling her eyes in front of her chest. “As if I can with the amount of security that man has.” Aria pulled away and took a moment to inspect her sister, she was curious about the hoodie. “I didn’t think Dante would be the kind of person to buy you baggy clothes. Considering he didn’t take your clothes I thought he would dress my big sister up.”“The hoodie isn’

Chiara headed downstairs the following morning, her ass still stinging a bit. Dante was in the living room, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants with his gaze fixed on the screen of his MacBook.He turned to look at her, a smirk on his face as he noticed her discomfort. “Good morning, Darling. Hope you’re not too sore from last night?” He asked, his voice heavy with mockery.Chiara shuddered, memories of last night flooding her brain. “T-that’s not your business.” She wheezed, her throat feeling sore.He raised a brow at her before erupting into a mocking laugh. “Did I thrust too hard in your mouth last night?” She squirmed, her hands squeezing the hem of her pale green sundress as if it would provide her the comfort she needed. “There’s nothing funny about your questions. What you did was intrusive and demeaning. I don’t like men flirting with me let alone touching me without my permission.”His smirk fell, concern flickering in his eyes. He turned off his MacBook, patting the spot on th

Chiara’s feet were sore from rapid walking and her heart thumping in her chest, she felt dizzy. She struggled with Dante’s strong grip on her wrist but he tightened it, the pain causing Chiara to wince. “D-Dante, please let go of me.” She mumbled, gasping for breath. She wanted to throw up.He stopped walking – much to Chiara’s relief – turning to her with a glare that caused her to flinched. “You want me to stop?” He laughed. “Why? So you can make out with the valet next?”She didn’t answer, she was still struggling with his grip. He face was a slight shade of green. “I-I need to throw up.” She finally said, feeling his grip loosen slightly.His gaze softened and he let go of her. She ran to a nearby bush, kneeling and clutching her stomach as the taste of her alcohol and earlier meals filled her mouth. With a single gag, her vomit was on the ground and Dante walked to her, stroking her hair.“How does that taste?” Dante asked, his voice slightly mocking.“Terrible.” She said with a

It had been a few hours since breakfast and also a few hours since Chiara had last seen Dante. She was happy that he wasn’t here to touch her in an inappropriate manner; and with her phone, she would be able to talk with Aria and Matteo as soon as Dante shared his Wi-Fi password. Despite the tranquillity she enjoyed, her thoughts managed to drift to Dante. Would he be angry again? She was confused by his behaviour – and convinced that Dante was bipolar.A loud knock on her door, interrupted Chiara’s thoughts. She sighed, exhaustion hitting her as she headed to the door and opened it. Her breath hitched, of course it would be Dante – who else lived in the house besides the staff. Her gaze shifted to his arms, the shirt he wore complimented his biceps nicely and the tattoos on his forearms only seemed to attract Chiara to him. She wanted to trace the swirls of ink with her itching fingers, but she held back.Dante raised a brow, his eyes fixed on Chiara intently. Her lips were parted sl