
Touch Me If You Dare
Jennifer · Ongoing · 163.0k Words
Introduction
Eighteen years of being her father's heavily guarded mafia princess did nothing to prepare her for Christian Vaughn — a man who kills without hesitation, controls without mercy, and has just decided that she belongs to him.
She didn't choose him out of free will, signed his contract because the alternative was death at the hands of the Elites that wanted her gone.
Now she lives in his mansion, breathes the air he allows her, and plays the role of his devoted girlfriend while a target remains painted on her back and the bodies keep disappearing.
Christian doesn't love her. He doesn't love anything.
But he will burn the entire world down before he lets anyone else touch what is his.
And Chloe is beginning to realize that the most dangerous thing in her life isn't the killers hunting her.
It's the way she's slowly stopped being afraid of the one who already caught her.
Some monsters don't hide under your bed.
Some of them hand you a contract and tell you to sign.
Chapter 1
[Trigger Warning & Author's Note‼️
This book is an intense dark mafia romance intended strictly for adult audiences (18+). It contains explicit, unfiltered sexual content (SNVL), graphic violence, gore, serial killer themes, and non-traditional/weird kinks, alongside depictions of trauma and abuse.
PLEASE NOTE: This book features highly toxic, possessive, and morally grey characters. As the author, I do not condone, praise, or support the actions, behaviors, or lifestyles depicted in this story. This is entirely a work of fiction written for dramatic and entertainment purposes. Reader discretion is strongly advised, enjoyyy ;).]
CHLOE'S POV;
The friction of my bare thighs against the cold marble of the kitchen counter was the only grounding thing left in my universe.
I was bent backward, my fingers clawing blindly at the polished edge of the stone as Grey knelt between my legs.
His mouth was buried aggressively between my thighs, his tongue driving into my soaking wet pussy with a clumsy, heavy hunger that tasted like the cheap cherry vapes and cigarettes he constantly smoked.
'Into You' by Chase Atlantic was vibrating violently through the floorboards from the downstairs speakers, the bass-heavy, dark rhythm filling the silence of the empty warehouse.
Every loud, desperate moan that tore from my throat was instantly swallowed by the pulsing music.
Nineteen years of being my father’s pristine, heavily guarded mafia princess meant my sexual experience amounted to absolute zero—but right now, the freedom of this secluded house in the middle of the woods had gone straight to my head.
Grey groaned against my slick skin, the vibration sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight up my spine. .
He gripped my hips hard, his thumbs bruising my flesh as he lifted me slightly, trying to position himself to slide two fingers deep inside my stretching cunt.
I arched into his mouth, my unbuttoned blouse hanging completely off my shoulders, exposing my black lace bra.
Then, right next to my head, the counter violently rattled.
A bright screen illuminated the dark kitchen. The caller ID made all the hot, liquid heat in my veins instantly turn to ice.
Dad.
“Oh, shit,” I gasped, the sudden spike of adrenaline completely shattering the high.
I slammed my hands against Grey’s shoulders, trying to push his head away from my thighs.
“Grey, stop. Stop right now. I need to answer this.”
Grey grunted, his grip tightening on my waist as he stubbornly tried to press his mouth back into my wetness.
“Babe, ignore it. Come on, don't ruin this right now. You’re soaking wet.”
“I can’t!” I yelled, my voice shaking as I forced my legs shut, kicking his chest back until he was forced to stand up.
I scrambled off the counter, my bare feet hitting the concrete as I tried to pull my ruined blouse over my exposed bra.
My heart was doing a violent skip—half lingering lust, half pure terror. “It’s my dad. You don’t understand, I have to pick up.”
“He’s a grown man, Chloe, he can wait twenty fucking minutes,” Grey snapped, his face flushing with heavy, aggressive irritation as he stood there with his pants pulled down to his thighs.
“Just let it ring out. You’re always so fucking tense about him. We were seconds away from it.”
“Because that is my father!” I fired back, my voice dropping into a sharp, dangerous tone that usually made people back off. I snatched the vibrating phone off the marble.
“I don't care if the world is ending. I don't care what I am doing. I will never miss his calls. Ever.”
“It’s a control thing, Chloe, and it’s freaking weird,” Grey scoffed, violently pulling his jeans back up and buckling his belt.
He glared at me through the dark, his chest heaving. “You moved out to the middle of nowhere to get away from his suffocating rules, but you’re still acting like his little puppet. I’m your boyfriend. I’ve been waiting a week for this, and you’re treating me like a fucking afterthought.”
“I’m treating you like a priority, but my dad is a non-negotiable!” I screamed back, the sexual frustration turning into pure, unadulterated rage.
“If you can’t handle the fact that my family comes first, then get the hell out of my house!”
“Fine! Have fun sleeping with your phone, you psycho!”
Grey snatched his shirt from the floor, shoved his feet into his unlaced shoes, and marched out of the kitchen.
A second later, the heavy oak front door slammed so hard the window frames rattled.
The distant, angry roar of his car engine tore through the quiet woods as he sped away down the dirt driveway.
I stood alone in the dark kitchen, my chest panting, my pussy still aching and dripping from his tongue, leaving me completely humiliated and furious.
The phone started vibrating in my hand again.
I swiped the screen aggressively, bringing it to my ear as I walked over to the stereo.
Streets by Doja Cat was playing now, the moody melody mocking my current state of absolute dissatisfaction.
I hit the power button, plunging the house into a heavy, dead silence.
“Hey, Dad,” I said, forcing my breath to steady, my voice completely regular.
“Chloe,” my father’s deep, gravelly voice echoed through the line. There was a subtle edge of suspicion in his tone.
“Why didn't you pick up the first time? You know the rules about keeping your line clear.”
“Sorry, Dad. I was playing some music pretty loud while unpacking some boxes. I didn't hear it ring at first,” I lied smoothly, leaning against the counter and rubbing my temples.
“Are you safe? Has anyone been lingering around the perimeter of the property?”
“No one, Dad. It’s completely quiet out here. I’m perfectly fine, just tired.”
“Good. I was just checking up on you.
Go to sleep, princess.”
When the call clicked shut, I threw the phone onto the couch.
I stomped back upstairs, kicked Grey’s discarded socks out of the way, and grabbed my heavy, noise-canceling headphones.
I shoved them over my ears, turned on a playlist of loud, ambient thunderstorm sounds, and pulled the heavy duvet over my shoulders, desperately trying to sleep off the chaotic adrenaline humming through my veins.
A few hours later, I stirred awake.
The ambient rain sounds were still drowning out the world in my ears, but my throat felt parched, dry like sandpaper.
Worse than the thirst, though, was a bizarre, prickling sensation on the back of my neck.
It was that specific, instinctual feeling of being watched.
My eyes fluttered open in the darkness.
I lay completely still for a few seconds, my heart rate spiking as my gaze darted around the shadows of the bedroom. The door was cracked open an inch. Hadn't I shut it after Grey left?
Slowly, I sat up and slid the headphones down around my neck. The silence of the house was absolute.
I stood up, creeping over to the hallway, checking the bathroom and the spare rooms. Nothing. There was no one here.
Shaking my head at my own paranoia, I walked downstairs in my lace underwear and unbuttoned blouse, my bare feet making no sound against the polished marble floors.
I walked into the kitchen, poured myself a cold glass of water from the fridge, and drank it down in three heavy gulps.
As I set the glass down, a faint, rhythmic sound from the backyard caught my attention.
Thwack. Shuffle. Thwack.
I froze. It sounded like metal hitting dirt.
I crept toward the heavy glass backdoor, the moonlight pouring through the panes and illuminating the kitchen floor.
I peeled back the edge of the dark curtain and peered out into the backyard.
My breath completely left my lungs.
A large, deep trench had been dug into the center of my lawn, the fresh dirt piled high into dark mounds. Standing right beside the pit was a man.
He was ridiculously tall, broad-shouldered, and entirely shirtless under the silver moonlight.
His chest and arms were covered in a horrific, glistening smear of dark crimson.
Blood. It was splattered across his collarbone, smeared down his washboard abs, and even painted across his sharp jawline.
But despite the gore, he was stunning—his sharp, aristocratic features looked like they had been carved out of marble by a twisted god.
As I watched, paralyzed, he bent down and effortlessly lifted a massive, heavy black plastic bag.
A pale, blood-drenched human arm spilled out of the top of the plastic, the dead fingers twitching slightly as the man carelessly threw the bag into the open trench.
My gaze drifted past him, and the horror multiplied.
Laying in a neat, orderly row on my grass were three more limp, bloodied human bodies.
Next to them sat three empty black plastic bags. And a few feet away, the crumpled, lifeless shape of a large dog lay in a pool of dark fluid.
My stomach violently turned. I smashed both hands over my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut to stifle the piercing scream that was tearing its way up my throat.
My knees shook so badly I had to lean my entire weight against the glass door just to remain standing.
A serial killer. There is a literal serial killer in my backyard.
Before I could even think about running, the wet, heavy thud of the last body hitting the pit echoed through the glass. The man stood up straight, letting out a soft, satisfied sigh.
He dusted his bloody hands off on his dark sweatpants, entirely unbothered by the massacre around him.
Slowly, his head turned toward the house.
The moonlight caught his eyes, and my heart completely stopped.
They were mismatched—one a striking, icy hazel, the other a deep, void-like brown that seemed to swallow the light.
He locked his gaze directly onto the exact spot where I was hiding behind the curtain. He knew I was there the entire time.
A slow sliver of a smile curved his lips.
“Hey there, love,” his voice cut through the glass, a low, smooth, terrifyingly polite drawl that sent a shiver straight down my spine.
“I really tried to keep it down. Sorry if I woke you.”
Last Chapters
#79 Chapter 79 Is she saying goodbye?
Last Updated: 7/15/2026#78 Chapter 78 The Bleeding Edge of Truth
Last Updated: 7/15/2026#77 Chapter 77 Cleo?
Last Updated: 7/14/2026#76 Chapter 76 The Aftermath
Last Updated: 7/14/2026#75 Chapter 75 Force is My Final Argument
Last Updated: 7/13/2026#74 Chapter 74 Sector 4-6
Last Updated: 7/13/2026#73 Chapter 73 The Ashen Threshold
Last Updated: 7/13/2026#72 Chapter 72 The Shadow Of The Trial
Last Updated: 7/12/2026#71 Chapter 71 Fractured Sanctuary
Last Updated: 7/12/2026#70 Chapter 70 Casual by Doja Ct
Last Updated: 7/12/2026
You Might Like 😍
Taking what she wants ( Love and Revenge )
Adrian : Her careless and don't give a fuck attitude bothered me. when it was confirmed she wasn't responsible for the accident , i let her go but truth be told she had gotten under my skin. When I saw the chance of having her i took it. i could help that I had fucked her sister months prior. her family wanted me to leave her and marry her sister but that wasn't happening and they weren't going to stop. Some of my family members decided they wanted the family business and thought they could use Rayna to get to me but little did they know , the woman I married was a fucking demon and she was out for blood, her family and mine.
I looked at her laying in my arms and couldn't help but smile. she was finally mine.
The mafia princess return
Rise of the Banished She-Wolf
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
Tempted By The Enemy
She escapes to Preston Island to attend the wedding without informing him only to collide with Lucas’s hot, fiery and arrogant brother, the twenty-three-year-old, Nicholas Donnelly. Sparks immediately fly between them but Alyssa refuses to acknowledge them fearing her brother's wrath.
The wedding is over and Alyssa tries hard to forget the mysterious Nicholas Donnelly but can he forget her? Can he ignore the attraction he feels for her, feelings that have resurfaced after ten years?
What will Allyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to sinful temptations? Read to find out!
Part of the Temptation Series. Can be read as a standalone.
His Lethal Obsession
He didn't respond but moved his eyes around the room, scanning the place.
"Wha...what are you doing here?"
His icy blue eyes returned to me, sending shivers down my spine. Then further dropped to my dress and then back to my eyes.
"The shit going on downstairs, what does it mean?" he asked, making my legs as weak as they are eager to flee.
"It's....it my wedding,"
He scoffed darkly. "Excuse me?"
I swallowed. "I am......getting married,"
He let out a humorless laugh, looking away and giving me lesser comfort. He looked at me with a demonic frown.
Terror washed me.
"Every single motherfucker/human being here, be it adult or child, including you, will burn before that happens,"
〽️〽️〽️
The quiet but pathetic life of Twenty-year-old Mia Jefferson changed the night she found a few months old interracial baby boy abandoned in a dumpster on her way home. She saved him and kept him in her care for almost a month until she was taken by a deadly gang who accused her of abduction. She thought it was it for her until the ruthless gang leader, Nathaniel Kincaid, known on the streets as Big Kai and the father of the baby appeared and added to her punishment. At the point when Mia is about to give up, Nathaniel makes her his baby's nanny as the only way to convince him that she is not the abductor. As she picked up her care for the baby, Nathaniel watched her every move consistently, placing his heart in a dark and passionate risk.
From Substitute To Queen
Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.
Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.
In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?
From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!
Reborn To Rule: I Will Seize The Throne!
He paused, his gaze never leaving mine.
"And I don't share what's mine."
☆
I died on my son's death anniversary, betrayed by the man I'd devoted my entire life to, and the woman who stood by, smiling as I took my last breath… was my very own sister.
When I opened my eyes again, I was five years in the past—before the betrayal, before my death and before the beginning of it all.
This time, I refused to marry the man who destroyed me.
Instead, I walked straight into the arms of the only man the entire Empire feared—Crown Prince Alpha Rhaedon Ashkaar.
Rhaedon was everything Lucien wasn't.
Dangerous. Competent. Powerful.
And the perfect weapon for my revenge.
He wanted the throne. I wanted vengeance.
It should have been the perfect alliance, but revenge was never that simple.
With every step I took toward my revenge, another secret from my first life came to light. The deeper I dug, the more I realized I wasn't the only one playing this game.
And by the time I uncovered the truth...
Walking away from Rhaedon Ashkaar was no longer an option.
The CEO's Unspoken Love
Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.
My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.
Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
Pawn of the Starless God
Instead, a god found me.
One moment, I was bleeding beneath the neon glow of the city, my life slipping through my fingers. The next, a glowing blue screen appeared before my eyes, offering me a choice that was never really a choice at all.
Accept the Summoner’s Mark. Or die.
Now I belong to the Death Game — a brutal cosmic system where ordinary people are turned into Players, thrown into impossible missions, and forced to survive horrors designed for the amusement of gods.
Every trial has rules.
Every monster has a weakness.
Every victory comes with a reward.
And every reward makes me less human.
My name is Nerissa Valehart, and I refuse to be anyone’s pawn.
But surviving the Game means trusting the one man everyone warns me to fear.
Veyren Ashford is ruthless, powerful, and dangerously beautiful — a veteran Player with blood on his hands and secrets in his soul. He says attachment will get me killed. He says love is a weakness the Game always punishes.
Yet when death comes for me, Veyren is the one standing between us.
In a world where gods gamble with mortal lives, monsters hunt from the shadows, and desire may be the deadliest weakness of all, I have only one goal:
Survive long enough to cross the board.
And make the Starless God regret choosing me..............
Taste of Fate: The Vampire King's Human Mate
He reached for the back of my head and pulled me up just enough to reach my neck. When his fangs slid into me, the pain was instant, electric. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My hands found his shoulders, clawing for something to hold. My legs kicked. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He moaned against my throat as he drank, and the sound was devastating.












