Petal’s POVSebastian moved from kneeling on the floor to the sofa across from me. The room was wrapped in silence thick enough to choke on. Only the faint humming of the city beyond the glass walls echoed in the distance.I pushed myself up from where I’d landed moments ago, the bruising on my pride deeper than anywhere else. He hadn’t said a word since placing me here. And now, he just sat—like a king on a throne—watching me with unsettling intensity.Then he spoke.“Get on my lap. Now. On your stomach.”I blinked.For a moment, I thought I misheard. There was no way he just said that. My mind scrambled for reason.“Sorry?” I asked, hoping for clarification. Hoping I was wrong.His voice came sharper, louder. “I said get on my lap. Now!”I flinched at the force behind his tone. My breath hitched. My heart was pounding—not from fear, exactly—but from the sheer nerve of him. My ears were ringing. Rage started building from the pit of my stomach, climbing up like wildfire in my throat.
His Possession “You’ve been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he replied. “You just haven’t realized it yet.” There it was. The truth behind his madness. His obsession wasn’t love. It was domination disguised as desire. He held me there a little longer, not moving, just holding. Not speaking. His breathing deepened. So did mine. In that moment, I didn’t know if I hated him or feared him—or something worse… if I understood him. But one thing was clear. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. I don't like how he dominates me. I struggled on his lap. "Stop struggling, flower. You can’t escape punishment." Sebastian’s voice was dangerously calm, but his grip told a different story. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs and wrists like vices, his body hovering over mine with a terrifying dominance that stole the breath from my lungs. I gasped, fighting against the tears already welling up in my eyes. I kicked, twisted, tried to slip away from his suffocating gr
Chapter: Fractured Glass“Now be a good girl, go get freshened up. I’ll make you some hot chocolate,” Sebastian said, standing up from the sofa with me in his arms like I weighed nothing. His grip was firm but not painful now, and that scared me more. I didn’t trust this softness. It felt like the silence before a storm.As he carried me upstairs, my body was rigid in his arms. My face was tear-streaked, my lips trembling, but I refused to cry again in front of him. I hated myself for that—how he reduced me to this broken thing that sniffled in silence.The door to his room was already open. He entered without hesitation, like this was normal, like dragging someone into a personal hell was routine. He walked to the bathroom and placed me on the cold tiled floor.“Get freshened up,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him with a click.I stood there for a moment, unable to move. The light above the mirror flickered once, then steadied. Slowly, I looked at myself.A hollow shell st
Petal’s POVWarning: a little bit of violence ahead. Read at your own risk.I slept in his hold because I didn’t have a choice.The night had felt endless, filled with silent tension and the weight of unspoken fears. His arm wrapped around my stomach like a steel band, his other hand resting beneath my head, cushioning it like a trap disguised in comfort. He lay so close, his presence swallowing all the air between us. I felt like I was buried under him—his possessiveness, his scent, his heat.The morning light trickled through the curtains, soft but intrusive, nudging me from a shallow, restless sleep. My eyes fluttered open, the dull ache in my chest awakening with me. I barely slept last night. I didn’t even remember when I drifted off. My body had simply given up, surrendering to exhaustion.His arm still lay heavily on me. I shifted slightly, attempting to slide out from under it.He groaned—a low, annoyed sound rumbling from his chest.I paused, my breath hitching, before trying
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.Author's Note: Expect Grammatical Errors English is not my first language. This is not an edited story yet.Plagiarism is a Crime. Punishable by Law.All Right Reserved @2022*******************************************************In this story ML is a bit aggressive and arrogant, when reading story you might hate him 😉Don't go complaining around this book, if you are not interested don't read, don't just write hateful comments. Enjoy readingCharacter introSEBASTIAN D'ANGELO (ML) AGE:- 32 yearsPERSONALITY:- Arrogant, Handsome, Billionaire, Obsessive, Possessive, jealous, In love with our FL.PETAL VIOTTO (FL)AGE:- 20 YearsPERSONALITY:- Sweet, innocent, beautiful, kind , trusts everyone easily, unaware of ML's love towards her.Prologue“Please don’t do this, I don’
Petal's POV The night was silent, save for the echo of my heartbeat pounding in my ears. How had I ended up here? The air in the room felt suffocating, the dim lighting casting ominous shadows on the walls. My face still burned from the sting of his slap, and my shoulder throbbed where his teeth had sunk into my flesh. My mind raced, desperate for answers, desperate for a way out. But the only thing that greeted me was the sinister smirk on Sebastian's face, a cruel reminder of the power he wielded. How did my life spiral into this? Everything had been fine—or so I thought. I had been preparing for graduation, dreaming of a quiet and independent life. My family was my world, and I had plans to make them proud. But Sebastian, with his overwhelming presence, had other plans. He had always been around—my family’s close friend, a charming yet enigmatic figure. I never paid much attention to him beyond the polite exchanges and casual meetings. I never realized he had been watching me, s
Petal’s POV "Petal, if you are up, get ready for college. It’s already late!" yelled my mom from the kitchen downstairs. Her voice jolted me awake, and I groggily glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was already past 8 a.m., and my classes started at 9. Thankfully, my college was only a 15-minute walk from home. But that was irrelevant since Dad always insisted on dropping me off on his way to work. He’s a professor at the same university, which often feels like both a blessing and a curse. Stretching lazily, I swung my legs over the bed and trudged to the bathroom. As the cool water splashed over my face, I slowly started feeling more awake. My mom’s voice rang in my ears again, reminding me to hurry up. It wasn’t unusual for her to be the most organized person in the family, juggling everything at home while still keeping tabs on everyone else’s schedule. My family is the heart of my world. We’re five members: Mom, Dad, my elder brother, my younger brother, and me. My elder b
Sebastian’s POV The shrill sound of my alarm broke the silence of the early morning. I groaned, rubbing my face as I forced myself out of bed. It was another day, another battle to conquer in the corporate world. Pushing aside my lingering drowsiness, I headed to the bathroom, stepping into the shower. The cold water hit my skin, washing away the remnants of sleep and clearing my mind. Afterward, I put on my perfectly tailored Armani suit, a staple of my wardrobe that spoke of power and precision. As I adjusted my cufflinks, my butler knocked softly on the door before entering. “Sir, breakfast is ready,” he informed me with his usual calm demeanor. He was a man in his mid-50s, with a head full of grey hair and a posture that reflected years of dedicated service. I respected him immensely, knowing the effort and discipline it took to stay steadfast in one’s duties. Respect like that doesn’t come easy; it’s earned through hardship, something I know all too well. But the past is a door
Petal’s POVWarning: a little bit of violence ahead. Read at your own risk.I slept in his hold because I didn’t have a choice.The night had felt endless, filled with silent tension and the weight of unspoken fears. His arm wrapped around my stomach like a steel band, his other hand resting beneath my head, cushioning it like a trap disguised in comfort. He lay so close, his presence swallowing all the air between us. I felt like I was buried under him—his possessiveness, his scent, his heat.The morning light trickled through the curtains, soft but intrusive, nudging me from a shallow, restless sleep. My eyes fluttered open, the dull ache in my chest awakening with me. I barely slept last night. I didn’t even remember when I drifted off. My body had simply given up, surrendering to exhaustion.His arm still lay heavily on me. I shifted slightly, attempting to slide out from under it.He groaned—a low, annoyed sound rumbling from his chest.I paused, my breath hitching, before trying
Chapter: Fractured Glass“Now be a good girl, go get freshened up. I’ll make you some hot chocolate,” Sebastian said, standing up from the sofa with me in his arms like I weighed nothing. His grip was firm but not painful now, and that scared me more. I didn’t trust this softness. It felt like the silence before a storm.As he carried me upstairs, my body was rigid in his arms. My face was tear-streaked, my lips trembling, but I refused to cry again in front of him. I hated myself for that—how he reduced me to this broken thing that sniffled in silence.The door to his room was already open. He entered without hesitation, like this was normal, like dragging someone into a personal hell was routine. He walked to the bathroom and placed me on the cold tiled floor.“Get freshened up,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him with a click.I stood there for a moment, unable to move. The light above the mirror flickered once, then steadied. Slowly, I looked at myself.A hollow shell st
His Possession “You’ve been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he replied. “You just haven’t realized it yet.” There it was. The truth behind his madness. His obsession wasn’t love. It was domination disguised as desire. He held me there a little longer, not moving, just holding. Not speaking. His breathing deepened. So did mine. In that moment, I didn’t know if I hated him or feared him—or something worse… if I understood him. But one thing was clear. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. I don't like how he dominates me. I struggled on his lap. "Stop struggling, flower. You can’t escape punishment." Sebastian’s voice was dangerously calm, but his grip told a different story. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs and wrists like vices, his body hovering over mine with a terrifying dominance that stole the breath from my lungs. I gasped, fighting against the tears already welling up in my eyes. I kicked, twisted, tried to slip away from his suffocating gr
Petal’s POVSebastian moved from kneeling on the floor to the sofa across from me. The room was wrapped in silence thick enough to choke on. Only the faint humming of the city beyond the glass walls echoed in the distance.I pushed myself up from where I’d landed moments ago, the bruising on my pride deeper than anywhere else. He hadn’t said a word since placing me here. And now, he just sat—like a king on a throne—watching me with unsettling intensity.Then he spoke.“Get on my lap. Now. On your stomach.”I blinked.For a moment, I thought I misheard. There was no way he just said that. My mind scrambled for reason.“Sorry?” I asked, hoping for clarification. Hoping I was wrong.His voice came sharper, louder. “I said get on my lap. Now!”I flinched at the force behind his tone. My breath hitched. My heart was pounding—not from fear, exactly—but from the sheer nerve of him. My ears were ringing. Rage started building from the pit of my stomach, climbing up like wildfire in my throat.
petal's povWe moved to the parking lot in silence. He didn’t say a word, and I didn’t dare to break the heavy atmosphere pressing down on us. His tall frame moved ahead of me, his polished black shoes tapping against the concrete as he reached for the car. The passenger door swung open with a swift motion, and he looked at me—his eyes unreadable.I hesitated for a second but got in. My hands trembled slightly as I buckled the seatbelt around me. He shut the door with a click, rounding the car like a shadow looming larger than life. When he slid into the driver's seat beside me, he didn’t start the engine.For a long, tense moment, he just sat there. The engine was off, the world outside muffled, but inside the car, the silence was thick and suffocating. I dared a glance at him.His hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, veins protruding like they were ready to burst. He looked like a storm barely held together. His jaw was tight, breathing
petal's povAs we sat at the dimly lit café, laughing over jokes that were more about escaping reality than actually being funny, a sudden shift in the atmosphere pulled the air straight out of my lungs. I froze, the ceramic cup of hot coffee poised at my lips. A chilling presence loomed beside our table, drawing my gaze upward—and there he was.Sebastian.Tall, imposing, and dressed in a black suit that clung to his sculpted frame like it had been stitched onto him by the devil himself. The sight of him was enough to make the world still. His stormy grey eyes, darkened by something more than just anger, locked onto Lucas’s hand wrapped around my wrist. No words left his mouth—but he didn’t need to speak. His silence was louder than a thunderstorm. It screamed danger. It screamed mine.The fury rolling off him was so intense, I could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. My pulse quickened, my chest rising and falling faster than it should have. Something primal flared be
petal's povWhile we sipped on our drinks, Lucas and I talked about a variety of random things. He asked about my college life, my hobbies, and my goals. I answered all his questions with a light heart. Talking to him felt casual and strangely comforting, like a breath of fresh air. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, nodding thoughtfully as I explained how I was studying literature and hoped to work in the creative field someday, maybe as a writer or an artist.Then it was his turn. Lucas told me he was running a business—a successful one, in fact. I was a little surprised when he said he was actually a business rival of Sebastian. That caught my attention immediately. "He's my competition. We’ve both been trying to top the market. The media loves to pit us against each other," he said with a casual shrug and a slight smirk.I found myself growing more curious. He seemed nothing like Sebastian—at least on the surface. Where Sebastian was cold, distant, and often over
Petal's POVAfter my classes ended, the first thing I wanted was a comforting cup of coffee. The day had been long and tiring, and there’s something magical about sipping a warm espresso while unwinding with soft music in the background. As I packed my things into my tote bag, I turned to my friend Samy."Hey Samy, wanna grab some coffee?" I asked, hopeful that she'd accompany me.She gave me an apologetic smile. "No babe, I can't. I have a date with my boyfriend. Hope you can understand. Next time, I promise I'll go with you."I tried not to look too disappointed. "Oh, I can understand. Enjoy your date," I replied, masking my loneliness.She gently patted my shoulder. "Ok, you too. Head home early, don’t stay outside too long, alright?""Oh I will, don’t worry. Just a quick coffee and I’ll return," I reassured her with a small smile.We hugged briefly and said goodbye before heading in different directions. The sun was setting, casting golden rays across the pavement. I took a short
Sebastian’s POV The party was supposed to be perfect. Luxurious, grand, with the elite crowd of New York buzzing around — yet I was counting seconds, eyes on the entrance, waiting for her. My innocent little flower. And then she arrived… and everything in me snapped. She looked ethereal — but sinful. That short, tight dress hugging her like second skin, revealing too much of what’s mine. Her soft legs, her exposed back, the delicate curves that drove me mad. She was glowing, laughing, unaware of the eyes drinking her in like she belonged to the world. But she didn’t. She belongs to me. Only me. The moment Lucas Moretti approached her, every muscle in my body coiled. That bastard. My rival in every possible way, and there she was, dancing with him, swaying in his arms like a delicate flower caught in the storm. She smiled. She didn’t even realize who he was, how dangerous it was to be close to him. But what shattered me completely — was when he kissed her hand. That one act. T