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Chapter Thirteen - Defy Me
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The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Forty - By His Wicked Tongue
(Apollo & Adelaide)He felt her arousal before he saw it. Not just as a scent, not just as heat— but as a pulse, a throb of molten hunger through the bond that struck him like lightning to the spine. The momentum of it almost stole his footing, as if some unseen hand had shoved his spine from the inside.Her body called to him. It was infuriating. It was intoxicating.It was hers.As he hovered over her, the air between them grew thick—humid with breath and sweat and a tension that stole the oxygen from the room. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, frantic breaths. Her skin glowed with a feverish flush. Her pupils were blown wide, swallowing the colour from her eyes.Terror. Anger. Desire.Gods, her desire was a living thing—something that clung to her skin like heat off a flame, something he could breathe in and swallow whole. Every inhale dragged more of it into his lungs until he couldn’t tell where her need ended and his began.Apollo’s chest tightened with a sensation so violent he
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Thirty-Nine - All For Me
(Adelaide)Heat.That was the first thing she felt.A steady, enveloping heat pressed against her back, sinking into her spine, warming her skin in a way that no blanket, no fire, no sun ever had. Something solid rested along the curve of her hips, something that radiated enough warmth to make her toes tingle. A breath—deep, slow, heavy—poured across the nape of her neck. It smelled like smoke and spice and something darkly sweet, threading through the remnants of her dream until the line between memory and reality blurred.She drifted somewhere between sleep and waking, caught in that soft, blurry place where dreams still cling to the edges of reality.And in that haze, in that half-conscious moment fuelled by exhaustion and memory, a single thought bloomed through her fogged mind:Liam.Her heart fluttered with a fragile ache.She felt a body behind her—strong, warm, familiar in all the ways her young heart remembered. In sleep-drunken instinct, she pressed her back into him, seekin
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Thirty-Eight - Mortal Flesh
(Apollo)Smoke trailed behind him as his feet barely touched the ground. The torches flared violently as he passed, reacting to the magic rolling off him in waves. Shadows chased at his heels like hunting hounds, drawn to their master’s rising fury.He burst into the hallway leading to his chambers, slowing only when he reached the massive iron door.He stopped with his hand inches from the handle.He felt her on the other side—felt her shaking, felt her breath catching, felt her heartbeat stuttering. But it wasn’t lust now. Not entirely.Something had frightened her. And he hated that more than he’d ever admit.He pressed his palm to the cold iron. It hummed beneath his touch, sensing the mark, recognizing him.He didn’t open it. Not yet. He breathed in, steadying himself, forcing control back into his muscles. Forcing his voice to steady. Forcing his heartbeat to calm.If he walked in there like this—raw, shaking, half-feral—he’d frighten her more.He leaned his forehead against the
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Thirty-Seven - A Caged Animal
(Apollo)Apollo re-formed in the outer corridor of his palace with a violent crack of air, stumbling one half-step before he caught himself on the glowing obsidian wall. Smoke curled off his shoulders as if he’d brought the heat of his own fury with him. His body throbbed with the lingering pulse of release, but there was no satisfaction. None. Only hunger sharpened to a blade’s edge. The air heaved around him, hot and metallic, as if Hell itself had to readjust around the violence of his return.He pressed both palms flat against the stone. It burned his skin, but he didn’t pull back. He deserved the burn. He’d crossed a line. He knew it. He’d known it even as he was doing it. He should have stayed away from her. He should have fled to the lower pits, the only part of Hell loud enough to drown out the sound of her moans.Instead, he’d gone to her. He’d watched her. He’d touched himself to the sight of her writhing in his bed. Then kissed her like he meant to brand her lungs from the
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Thirty-Six - Daughter of Fire
(Adelaide)She threw herself backward onto the bed, dragging the fur up to her chin like she was trying to bury herself alive. The sheets whispered against her thighs, and she clenched them together, furious at the flare of heat that spiked through her. The bond pulsed faintly, and she swore she could feel him—far away somewhere in the palace—breathing a little faster. The awareness slithered through her like a thread of molten metal, a constant reminder that somewhere in this labyrinth of fire and bone, the Devil’s heartbeat tilted in answer to hers.She hated that she could feel him at all.Her heart thudded painfully. This is wrong. This is all wrong. You hate him. He dragged you to Hell. He hunted you. He marked you. He stole you.And yet…Her body was still warm, still flushed, still tingling from the release she had given herself. Her thighs still trembled. Her nipples still strained against the air. Her lips still ached from his kiss.She hated him. She hated herself more.Humi
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Thirty-Five - A Woman Possessed
(Adelaide)Adelaide didn’t move for a long time after the smoke of him faded. The last wisps of his presence curled in the air like dying embers, then vanished, leaving a hollow, ringing absence behind.She sat frozen on the bed—naked, shaking, breath scraping in jagged pulls through her lungs—while the fur bunched uselessly in her fists. Her heart hammered so violently she felt its echo in the pulse between her thighs, that maddening throb that refused to go silent no matter how much she willed it. Each beat felt too loud in the suffocating quiet, like her body was betraying her to the room, to the stone, to him.He had kissed her. He had watched her. He had stood in the shadows, silent, hidden, while she—She squeezed her eyes shut, a choked, mortified breath leaving her. Her entire body felt too hot, too tight, too aware. She could still feel the echo of her own touch, the aftershocks rolling through her muscles like tremors after an earthquake. Every breath she took dragged the sc
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