All Chapters of His Plaything : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[Bianca]***"Close those fucking legs!" He raged out, half startling me as I swiftly closed my legs. This man was so...weird.One minute he was unreadable and the next he'd lost his temper.I slowly turned my gaze towards him, my mouth parted in surprise as I watched him rummage through his luggage. The sight alone gave me goosebumps—He pulled out a pair of black plastic gloves, then a strange collar with a chain attached to it. "Come here," he twisted his neck, rising with his hands stretched upwards. I hesitantly obeyed, walking up to him as he rose to place the collar on my neck—it came with a gag that prevented me from making any noises.He reached down into another compartment and I thought my life was over. 'It's a knife! It's got to be!' If so, why was I still standing here? Maybe because I'd let this fucking psycho wrap the collar chain around his left hand like I was some kind of wild dog.To my surprise, he returned with a syringe.Panicking, I tensed, ready to fight ba

[Dante]I straightened my tie through the mirrored walls of the elevator, catching my reflection just long enough to make sure everything was in place. Sharp suit, impeccable posture, not a hair out of line...mostly. But there was always something missing—something I couldn't quite pinpoint, no matter how many times I adjusted the details. I checked my watch. Late again. My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth, an automatic response to the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. The floor numbers blinked slowly as the elevator ascended, and the air reeked of air fresheners. This building, with its polished floors and glass walls, felt more like a cage than the empire I was supposed to be running. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open with a soft whoosh. A woman stepped in—one of my employees, Korean, small and fidgety. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and she bowed twice in quick succession, her movements stiff and nervous. The usual reaction. I didn't bother acknow

[Bianca] The moment our eyes locked, my entire body tensed. I knew instantly who he was—the same twisted, masked figure from last night. The man responsible for the bruises I'd hidden beneath my uniform, and now he was here, smirking at me like this was all some dark joke."You..." My voice came out in a low hiss, and his gaze narrowed with recognition. Keith, seated across, shifted uneasily, trying to stand, but Dante held up a hand, silencing him with an iron glance. They weren't equals in this relationship—that much was clear.All I wanted to do was wipe that smug look right off his face. I swung my fist, aiming right for his perfect, punchable jaw. Before I even got close, he caught my fist in midair and pulled me straight up to his lap without letting go. His face was close now, so close that I could feel his breath, low and steady against my cheek."Bianca," he murmured in an undertone that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to keep last night to yourself, aren't you? If

[Bianca]I groaned, rolling onto my back as I arched slightly. "god...he's a walking thirst trap," I muttered, already annoyed at myself for how true that was. Dante wasn't just attractive; he was downright lethal—the kind of man who could ruin a perfectly good night's sleep just by existing in my thoughts. The kind that was tailor-made to destroy any sense of dignity I had left. My fingers trailed over my shirt, grazing the sensitive skin beneath. No bra, of course. I could barely tolerate that bondage at home. My hand drifted downward, almost against my will, brushing the waistband of my panties, damp enough to confirm that I'd lost this internal battle the moment I opened his photo. Why did he have to look like that? Like some dark angel, shirtless, with a knowing smirk on his face as if he could see right through the screen as if he knew exactly what I was doing at this very moment.I lifted my phone once again, biting down on my lips as my thumb traced his image, recalling every

[Bianca]I felt my body trembling in both frustration and rage. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was? I didn't care how much money he thought he had, but he was out of his mind if he expected me to simply go down without a fight."B?""B?" Grayson's voice almost startled me, pulling me back to the present. His hand landed gently on my shoulder, causing me to flinch in response. I looked down at my own hands, only now noticing that my fists were clenched so tight my knuckles had turned bone white. Slowly, I unclenched them, letting out a shaky breath as I tried to regain control. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his tone soft. "Maybe just... take it easy, okay? I can stay back for a few days, and help you find somewhere new, somewhere decent. Make sure you're settled."I took another steadying breath, watching as the movers continued packing up my things with a strange, detached focus. I barely heard Grayson as he continued speaking until he said:"Or you could consider my offer,