Chapter: Chapter 5The Girl Who Played With Fire The days that followed were a masterclass in deception. By day, Anna was the model daughter, helpful and cheerful. She went tubing with her father, she read books on the deck, she even helped the housekeeper make dinner. And Desmond the devil, played his part perfectly. He was charming and attentive to Richard and coolly polite to her. There were no more stolen glances, no accidental brushes of the hand. The wall he had tried to build that morning was back in place, taller and stronger than before.But the nights were different.The house would fall silent. Her father would be asleep, lost in mundane dreams of stock options and golf. And then, it would start. A text, a single, burning word: Boathouse. Or sometimes: The dock after midnight.She would go, every single time. Her body would move of its own accord, a moth drawn to a beautiful and deadly flame.These encounters weren't about tenderness or confessions. But they were about raw and a desperate
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Chapter: Chapter 4The Devil's KissIt wasn't the exploratory kiss from the night before. This kiss was a punishment and a plea, a desperate and hungry clash of teeth and tongues. It was the devil's kiss, promising damnation and delivering a taste of heaven. He backed her up against the rough wall of the boathouse.His body pinning hers, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip with a force that was both painful and exhilarating. He was reclaiming her, re-marking his territory, and God help her, she was letting him.She kissed him back with all the fury and frustration inside her, her hands fisting in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. She bit his lower lip, hard and he groaned. A deep primal sound of approval that went straight to her core. His hand slid from her hip to her thigh, hooking her leg and pulling it up around his waist. The thin cotton of her sundress was no barrier at all. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock against her, a demand she was powerless to resi
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Chapter: Chapter 3The Girl Who Kissed a Devil "You don't have a choice," he said, his voice hardening. He was fully dressed now, the powerful CEO back in place.The man who had been inside her, who had claimed every inch of her, was gone. And in his place was a stranger. A devil in a tailored shirt. "Go to your room, Anna, we will pretend this never happened. In the morning, we will be Desmond and Anna, your father's best friend and his daughter. That's the only way."He moved to the door, his hand on the knob, pausing with his back to her. The set of his shoulders was final, a wall she could not breach."Get dressed," he said without turning around. "And don't make a sound."He opened the door and slipped out into the dark hallway, closing it softly behind him and leaving her alone in the wreckage of her father's bed. The room felt cold, and empty. The scent of him was already fading, replaced by the sterile smell of her father's cologne on the pillows.She sat there for a long time, the sheet clut
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Chapter: Chapter 2The Man Who Kissed Me Like No TomorrowDesmond shifted, rolling off her but immediately pulling her into the curve of his arm. He wasn't running, and he wasn't apologizing. But he was stroking her hair, his fingers tracing patterns on her sweat-damp skin as if they had all the time in the world."Anna," he murmured, his voice now hoarse. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, a gesture that was so tender, so shockingly domestic, it almost hurt.She couldn't speak. What was there to say? Thank you? Now what? Please, never let me go? She buried her face in his chest, breathing in the scent of him, trying to memorize this feeling of being held, and of being utterly and completely claimed."This changes everything," he said, stating the obvious with a gravity that settled in her stomach like a stone."We can't," she finally whispered, the words were a pathetic protest against a truth she had no desire to fight."My father…""I know," he sighed, a heavy, weary sound. "But it's done, we'
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Chapter: Chapter 1Don't stop Daddy, I'm enjoying you."The words were a ragged whisper against Desmond's neck, her nails digging into the crisp sheets of her father's bed.Anna was nineteen, but in this room, with this man, she felt ancient and newborn all at once."I know, I can't stop," he growled, his voice low thrum that vibrated through her entire body. His weight was a delicious pressure, a welcome anchor in the storm of her own making."I don't care what my friend will think," he continued, his breathing hot against her ear. "But you are a sweet girl."His words were a lit match to gasoline. The "friend" was her father. The "sweet girl" was a lie he was telling himself to make this palatable and to make the forbidden taste like honey. And oh, how she tasted it. She tasted it on his tongue, on the skin of his chest where she had bitten down to muffle her cries.She tasted the stars he promised her, the galaxies he would show her and she knew it was all a beautiful, damnable lie.His cock was a r
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