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Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Helpless Little Girl
POV: ClaraThe drainage pipe was a narrow, icy tunnel of corrugated metal that smelled like rust, stagnant water, and dead leaves. It was barely wide enough for me to scramble through on my hands and knees, let alone drag a grown man whose body was burning up with a violent fever. The metal scraped against my skin, tearing through the knees of my pants and slicing into my palms, but the freezing slush at the bottom of the pipe kept me too numb to care about the pain. It was the most humiliating, degrading thing I had ever experienced in my entire life. I was flat on my belly, swallowing mouthfuls of filthy, freezing water, with the heavy weight of the satchel hitting against my collarbone with every forward crawl."Keep going, Clara," Nikolai whispered from behind me, his voice nothing more than a wet, painful scrape against the metal walls. "Don't stop. Just keep moving.""I’m not stopping," I panted, my breath coming out in thick white clouds that blocked my view. "Just hold onto
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Optional
POV: NikolaiThe crawlspace beneath the cabin floorboards was a narrow, suffocating throat of frozen dirt, rotting cedar beams, and cobwebs that brushed against my sweaty face in the pitch black. It was a tight squeeze for a man my size under normal conditions, but with a shattered left leg that felt like it was being systematically chewed apart by a meat grinder, it was pure, unadulterated hell. Every shallow breath I took sent a sharp wave of heat rolling up my spine, a nasty reminder that my body was breaking down under the weight of the fever and the trauma. But I didn't make a sound. I couldn't. I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ground together, burying my face into the dirt to muffle the raw, animal groans that wanted to rip out of my throat.Directly above our heads, the old wood groaned under a heavy, deliberate weight. Thump. Thump. Thump. The boots were moving with an eerie, rhythmic confidence, pacing the exact perimeter of the kitchen island where Clara had just dropp
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son New Right Hand Man
POV: ClaraA blinding, searing sheet of pure light burned itself into my retinas, and a sound so loud it felt like a physical blow slammed into the side of my head. My ears weren't just ringing; they were screaming with a high-pitched, deafening whistle that drowned out everything else. I couldn't see my hands. I couldn't feel the floor. For a terrifying second, I thought I was dead.Then the smoky, metallic taste of gunpowder hit the back of my throat, and the world came rushing back in blurred, vibrating shapes.Nikolai was on the floor beside me. His massive frame was dead weight, his face twisted in a silent grimace of pure agony as he clutched his shattered leg. He was trying to say something, his lips moving frantically, but no sound was reaching my ears through the static. He was trying to push me away, pointing toward the back door, but I wasn't going anywhere without him. Not today. Not ever.Adrenaline, cold and sharp, flooded my veins. I didn't think. I just acted. I gra
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Trap
POV: NikolaiThe silence that followed the slamming of those car doors was louder than any explosion. I stood frozen on my one good foot, my palm sweating against the grip of the Beretta. Through the thin slats of the blinds, I didn't see the flashing blue and red lights of local police cruisers. I saw three matte-black SUVs, their engines hot and ticking in the crisp morning air. Heavy-set men in tactical gear and balaclavas were spilling out of the doors, moving with a synchronized, military precision that I knew all too well.It was Victor’s private recovery team. His personal cleaners. They didn't come to make an arrest or build a case for the evening news. They came to wipe the slate clean and bring back the dead."They’re wrapping around the back," Henry whispered, his voice shaking but his hands steady as he checked the magazine of his Glock. He looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot and pleading. "Nikolai, I swear to you, I didn't want this. I can draw their fire. I can buy you
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Henry's Betrayal
POV: NikolaiI leaned heavily against the log wall, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The fever was still playing tricks with my brain, making the room tilt slightly to the left, but my eyes were locked onto Henry. Clara was standing between us like a tiny, fierce shield, her shoulders squared and her eyes flashing with a commanding authority I’d never seen in her before. I liked it. God, I loved it. But I still didn't trust the air in this room. Something felt heavy. Something felt completely off.Henry was pacing the small floor space, his hands moving wildly as he explained the logistics of the northern bunker. He looked stressed, his face covered in sweat and dirt, his torn suit jacket flapping with every step. He was talking fast, entirely too fast for a guy who usually handled a crisis like a stone-cold killer."The route is clear for now, but we have to move within the next twenty minutes," Henry was saying, his voice tight as he checked his wrist. "If we miss the windo
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Henry's Arrival
POV: ClaraThe knock came again. It was three short, deliberate taps against the weathered wood, sounding incredibly loud in the suffocating silence of the cabin.My heart didn't just skip a beat; it stopped completely. My lungs froze, and I could feel the cold sweat gluing my oversized hoodie to my spine. Nikolai’s grip on my shoulder tightened until it was borderline painful, his fingers digging into my flesh like iron claws. He didn't make a sound, but his breathing turned into a low, dangerous hiss. He leaned his weight against the barricaded door, his good hand reaching blindly for the heavy wooden chair we had jammed under the knob."Clara," a voice called out from the other side.It wasn't deep and smooth like Silas’s. It was rough, gasping, and entirely familiar."Henry?" I whispered, my voice cracking."Open the damn door, Clara," Henry panted from the porch. "It's me. I'm alone. Hurry up before someone sees me."I looked up at Nikolai. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and swi
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Burning The Ghost Ships
POV: ClaraThe greenhouse smelled of damp earth and rot, a heavy scent that stuck to the back of my throat. It was supposed to be a sanctuary, a glass-walled escape from the marble and steel of the mansion, but even here the air felt thin.I found my mother sitting on a stone bench, her hands folde
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-19Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Hostage
Clara's POVThe black SUV pulled up the circular driveway, and my stomach performed a slow, agonizing flip. My parents stepped out, looking so small against the backdrop of the Draven estate.My mother looked even more slender than the last time I had seen her, her kind face was etched with that pe
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-17Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son The Honeymoon Lie
POV: CLARAVictor stood in the driveway, his hands moving over every inch of the new vintage car he had bought that morning. “This thing is perfect,” he said. “Nikolai, you and Clara take it for a full test drive to the valley and back. I have a conference call starting in five minutes and I need t
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-28Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son The Kindness He Called Ruin
POV: Nikolai The beach at six in the morning was grey and flat, the tide pulling back from the sand in long, slow sheets.Victor walked ahead, hands behind his back, talking. Quinn kept pace beside him, nodding at the right intervals. I walked a half step behind them both, which was where Victor p
آخر تحديث : 2026-04-05
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