Touched by the Devil

Ava’s Perspective

His hand didn’t stop.

Even when my lips slipped free from his cock, slick with spit, his fingers worked my clit harder, circling and pressing until my thighs shook uncontrollably. The pressure was unbearable, the heat so sharp my voice shattered into broken gasps instead of the scream caught in my throat.

This was so wrong. I should break free—because the man madly pleasuring me wasn’t my fiancé.

It was his elder brother.

Alexander Clarke.

The mafia boss everyone feared to even look at.

And still, my body wouldn’t obey. It only quivered under his touch, betraying me again and again, as if fear and desire had fused into one cruel current dragging me under.

Last night was supposed to be different, supposed to be mine.

Bill had slid a ring on my finger, kissed my hand in front of our families, and whispered that he’d finally claim me that night. I had prepared everything—new lingerie, candles, perfume. It was meant to be our first night together.

But halfway through, his phone buzzed. My cousin Julian had called. Bill pulled away without hesitation. When I tried to hold him back, he pushed me off and called me desperate, cheap.

Julian was his priority. Always Julian.

When the door slammed, I drank until the bottle was empty. My chest hurt, my eyes blurred, and the room spun.

Then the door opened. A tall shadow filled the doorway, broad shoulders, the cut of a suit. My heart leapt. Bill. He’d come back. He’d changed his mind.

I rushed forward and threw myself into his chest, desperate to be wanted, to not be alone. My lips found his, clumsy and eager.

At first, he was stiff. Then he kissed me back, rougher, hungrier, pinning me against the wall. My head spun faster, the taste of wine thick on my tongue, and I let him take over, convincing myself this was what I’d wanted all along.

His hand slid down, fumbling at my thigh, forcing me open. A finger pushed inside, sharp enough to make me gasp.

He gave a dark little chuckle against my ear. “Why so tight... or are you just tense, future sister-in-law?”

My body froze. That wasn’t Bill’s voice. But it was too late. I was already pinned.

The rush faded, leaving me shaky and cold.

I tried to get up, but his hand caught me between the legs again, pressing my clit until my strength gave out and I collapsed back down.

“What’s wrong, future sister-in-law?” His tone was smooth, almost amused.

My lips shook. “Last night, with Bill, I was supposed to… to… Why? Why did you…?”

Alexander leaned back slightly, a smile tugging at his mouth. His eyes were dark, sharp, like he was toying with me.

“I thought it was your way of entertaining guests,” he said.

“You—” The word broke out of me, useless.

I knew he was deliberately twisting things, but I couldn’t say anything back. After all, last night I had been the one who hugged and kissed him first.

Besides, this was the infamous Alexander Clarke—the mafia boss who ruled the city like a king. The man whispered about in marble corridors and back-alley deals alike. His wealth could drown a nation, his wrath could level one. Not even the other mafia families dared question him, much less cross him. How could someone as insignificant as me think of testing death?

“Ava,”

Alexander’s voice was low, smooth, almost lazy, but it slid down my spine like a blade. His hips pressed firmly into my back, holding me in place.

“Would you like to put on some clothes?” he asked near my ear. “Or should I take you to shower?”

My breath hitched. I looked down and only then realized I was still completely naked, trembling in front of him while he stood immaculate in his shirt and dark trousers. A sharp cry broke out of me as I scrambled off the bed, crouching to cover myself.

He didn’t move. He simply bent, picked up his jacket, and tossed it my way before turning his back and lighting a cigarette. The faint scratch of the lighter, the slow exhale of smoke—it was all unbearably casual, as though none of this mattered to him.

I dressed as fast as my shaking hands allowed. My mind spun, but I forced my breathing to steady. If anyone knew what had just happened—if the Church of Light caught even a whisper—I’d be as good as dead. After all, I was only their adopted daughter, taken in for convenience, raised to be used. My fate was already sealed: silence, sacrifice, or death.

No, he couldn’t stay here another minute. I had to find a way to get rid of this big fish. “You’re here to see Bill, aren’t you?” I asked tentatively. “Since he’s clearly not here, Mr. Clarke, perhaps you could come back another time?”

Alexander didn’t answer me. Instead, he slid a cigarette from his case, lit it with a flick, and leaned back like he had all the time in the world. Smoke curled lazily around him as his eyes dropped to my chest.

“Nice chest,” he said, lips curving. His eyes lingered, a hint of amusement tugging at his mouth. “Pretty lingerie,” he drawled. “Was that meant for your fiancé?”

Heat burned across my face. Yes, it was. And hearing it from him now felt like being gutted open. He had already taken advantage of me, and now he was mocking me for it.

“You’ve already used me,” I snapped, fury choking the shame in my throat. “Do you have to humiliate me too?”

I turned to leave, clutching my shirt tighter around me, but I didn’t even make it two steps. In a blink, his hand caught my wrist and yanked me back. My balance gave out, and I stumbled straight into him.

To him, I must have looked like a kitten stumbling into a lion’s cage. He gave a low chuckle, then with one effortless pull dragged me back down onto the bed. His arm closed around me, firm and unyielding, making it clear I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Stop acting like a nun,” he murmured, smoke still clinging to his breath. “Your fiancé Bill is probably fucking Julian right now. Why would he care about you?”

The words cut like knives. Julian. Sweet, perfect Julian. Always at Bill’s side.

“They grew up together,” I forced out, my voice sharp but low. “They’re just cousins.”

Alexander’s eyes gleamed with amusement. He leaned closer, so close his lips nearly brushed mine, and exhaled a stream of smoke directly into my mouth. I gagged, choking, caught off guard by the bitter heat filling my lungs.

Before I could push him away, he moved.

One second I was upright, the next I was tossed over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. My hair fell forward, fists pounding weakly against his back, but his grip didn’t loosen.

In his free hand, the cigarette still burned, trailing smoke into the air as if he wasn’t carrying me at all.

“Since you just said I took advantage,” his voice rumbled low against my stomach, calm and certain, “ as a reward,I’ll now take you to watch them have sex.”