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Her POV:
I said no to the wrong man.
One fleeting meeting, one polite rejectionโand now heโs everywhere. Watching. Waiting. Whispering my secrets in the dark.
He didnโt just follow me. He invaded every corner of my life: destroyed my relationship, ruined my safety, broke every rule I thought protected me.
Now heโs in my dreams, in my nightmares, in the trembling space between fear and craving.
His gifts are wicked temptations. His threats curl around my throat like a promise.
Each time I resist, his obsession deepensโand the harder I fight, the more I want what I know I shouldnโt.
He says Iโll beg for his touch. That Iโll wear his chains like a second skin.
The worst part? I believe him.
His POV:
Her โnoโ was the sweetest provocation Iโve ever tasted.
Iโm used to taking what I wantโmoney, power, loyalty, women. But her? Sheโs different. Untouchable. Defiant. Mine.
She thinks she can run. She thinks love will save her, or that the world will protect her from a man like me.
Let her try.
Iโll tear her life apart, one thread at a time.
Her boyfriend? Gone.
Her rules? Broken.
Her body? Quivering for me, even when her lips spit defiance.
She can hate me all she wantsโso long as she screams my name when I break her open and make her beg.
Because in my world, surrender is the only escapeโand her pleasure will be her undoing.
Sheโll wear my mark, my chains, my name on her lips.
I warned her:
Velvet chains look soft, but once youโre in them, you never break free.
If you like:
Obsessive, possessive mafia heroes whoโll ruin your world and make you beg for more
High-heat stalker romances with no safe words and no escape
Dark, forbidden power play and morally gray everything
Forced proximity, luxury, violence, and erotic tension dialed to a ten
Then Velvet Chains will keep you up all nightโaching, gasping, and desperate for just one more page.
