Dr. Celeste Morano is a celebrated sex therapist in the heart of New York City — poised, brilliant, and professionally untouchable. In her late thirties, she helps others explore their deepest desires, guiding them through shame, dysfunction, and longing. But in her own life, passion is dead. Her marriage is a quiet grave — cold sheets, lifeless conversations, and a husband who looks at her like she's a stranger.
Enter Lucien Moreau — late twenties, French-American, a ruthless mafia kingpin with a lethal charm. Sharp suits, sharper instincts, and an obsession with power — until he sees her. Not the polished professional the world reveres, but the woman behind the mask: aching, restrained, and starved for something real.
He doesn't touch her — not at first. He plays a slow game of seduction, slipping into her world like smoke under a door. Anonymous roses at her clinic. Donations under a false name. A client who never speaks but stares too long. He wants her hooked — and he wants her to want it.
Celeste tries to stay in control, analyzing her own reactions like a case study. But while she counsels clients through their fantasies — bondage, forbidden affairs, domination — she finds herself sinking into one of her own. And every fantasy has his face.
When she discovers Lucien's identity, it's too late. Her world is already unraveling. He drags her into his underworld — a realm of raw sex, violence, secrets, and possession. He's not gentle. He doesn't ask. He claims. And Celeste? She finally feels alive.
Velvet Chains is a twisted tale of obsession, taboo lust, and the hunger that threatens to burn them both alive.