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ROXANNE POV

I took a box of orange juice from one of the grocery bags and unscrewed the cap.

"But are you aware of what it takes to be part of the Raphaël family?" He asked, his voice quieter now, a shade darker. "To be the daughter-in-law. The future queen of this empire when Raphaël becomes the new King, ma dame."

I froze, the carton hovering above the glass.

"Are you even sure you have what it takes to be his wife? The mother of his unborn children?"

I looked up, slowly and he gave me a crooked smile.

"Being polite and cuddly isn’t going to cut it when you’re marrying a devil from Marseille." He said, stepping slow around the counter. "He’s back home now. Back where all his demons and ghosts lie. Back where his family always wanted him. Back in the serpent den."

I gripped the glass tightly.

As I began to pour, Cedric stepped forward and placed his hand over mine, stopping the motion and resting both our hands on the juice box.

I met his gaze.

"Just think of where Raphaël might be
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  • The Devil's Mistress   127

    ROXANNE POV Two hours later, I was sitting at the bachelorette party…groaning softly and biting my lip, trying to ignore the overly sensitivity and soreness between my thighs from Damien’s “lesson” earlier. I couldn't even be mad, I started it. I poured fuel on the fire and then got burned, in the best way possible. My cheeks were still warm just thinking about it, but Dahlia’s voice jolted me back into the reality of the night."Roxanne!" She yelled over the music, tossing back a shot. "Come on, loosen up! You’re the bride, for God’s sake!" The bass thumped so hard I could feel it in my chest, lights flashing red and gold across the sleek, dark interior of the private club Dahlia had rented out.And that's when I realized exactly what kind of venue we were in.A male strip club.Of course she would.I shot her a look, but she just grinned wickedly, dragging me toward the stage where her friends were already screaming, laughing and tossing euros into the air while the dancers work

  • The Devil's Mistress   126

    ROXANNE POV "Still sulking?" I smirked, glancing back at him. He spanked me harder this time and I let out a soft moan which was muffled by the pillow beneath me. My body arch slightly against his, and my hands clutched the sheets tightly as I felt the sting spread across my ass. My hips pressed back against him, responding to the spanking. Suddenly, he pushed my dress up roughly and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, before tearing them off completely with a sharp tug. Then, he slid two fingers roughly into my pussy without warning. I gasped loudly as he curled them deep, hitting that sensitive spot that makes my knees buckle. He started fingering me harshly while his thumb pressed against my clit. "Still got a smart mouth?" I bit my lip to muffle my moans against the pillow, my hips grinding against his fingers as he stretched me open. He added a third finger as his hand moved mercilessly against my sensitive pussy. Without warning, he hooked his

  • The Devil's Mistress   125

    ROXANNE POV As soon as we stepped into the guest house, Damien didn’t waste a second. I barely had time to set the roses on the counter before he caught my wrist and pulled me into him. His lips crashed against mine in a deep, yearning kiss, his hand sliding around my waist as if he couldn’t get close enough. I smiled against his lips, kissing him back slowly, letting myself melt into his warmth for just a moment. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as he held me close, one strong hand pressing into the small of my back. Then, reluctantly, he pulled away, his breath brushing against my ear. He whispered, low and rough, "Finally got you alone, kitten." A quiet laugh escaped me, soft but teasing, as I slipped out of his arms, stepping back before his hands could grab me again. "Mmm, not for long." I said over my shoulder, already heading for the stairs. "I need to get ready for the bachelorette party." He followed me, unhurried and like a shadow I couldn’t shake

  • The Devil's Mistress   124

    ROXANNE POV Cedric held out a plate of cake without a word and I took it, careful not to let our fingers touch. "You finally ready to be the daughter-in-law now?" He asked, voice low but edged with something sharp. "And what's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes on him. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes flicking over to Dahlia laughing with Mrs. Clara’s friends on the other side of the room. "Or do you already see the real daughter-in-law in the room?" He smirked, before casually turning and walking across the room like he hadn’t just lit a match and tossed it at my patience. I set the plate down untouched. A few seconds later, Dahlia appeared beside me, watching Cedric’s retreating back as he walked out with the maids. "You okay?" She asked, brushing a loose curl from my face. I gave a small smile. "Yeah." She leaned in and whispered. "Be careful with Cedric. He’s a manipulative asshole and he has a talent for getting under people’s skin." I let out a small l

  • The Devil's Mistress   123

    ROXANNE POV It was the day of the bridal shower. I sipped from my champagne flute, the chilled sweetness doing little to calm the nerves pulsing beneath my skin. From the top of the grand staircase in the Raphaël estate’s main house, I could see the guests filtering in, women in tailored pastels and flashy designer heels, faces pulled tight with too much botox and even more judgment. They smiled like crocodiles. Mrs. Clara stood by the entrance like a queen greeting her court, all elegance and subtle cruelty in pearls and pristine ivory. She kissed cheeks, accepted gifts with dainty approval, and spoke softly with the kind of polish that made my skin crawl. Most of the women seemed to be friends of hers, powerful wives of Marseille’s wealthiest or extended relatives who probably hadn’t so much as looked in Damien’s direction for years. Meanwhile, the girls from Dahlia’s circle, who I’d met at the beach party, were already seated, chatting over champagne and mini cakes, the

  • The Devil's Mistress   122

    ROXANNE POV His hips started moving again slowly and deeper against me, trying to distract me. I tried to speak again, but his hand covered my mouth gently as he fucked me on the couch. "Focus on me, kitten." My mouth dropped open in silent moans as his hand covered it and he thrust into me while our eyes were locked on each other. My back arches slightly, pushing my breasts against his chest as I slowly opened my legs wider for him. He broke the kiss abruptly and removed his hand from my mouth, before he sat up suddenly, pulling me with him so I was straddling his lap again. His cock was still buried deep inside me as he grabbed my face gently. "Listen to me carefully, kitten..." He whispered. His eyes bore into mine, serious and commanding. "You're going to stay quiet, letting me please you and pretend Cedric was never here. Understand?" He punctuates his words by lifting me up slightly and slamming me back down onto him, making me gasp silently. "Nod if you underst

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