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The Devil's Mistress 174
ROXANNE POV I watched keenly as I finished my drink, the glass cold between my fingers, condensation slipping down to dampen my palm. The fruity flavor lingered on my tongue, but I barely noticed it anymore. My gaze was focused on Damien as I stood up and walked around the couch while I looked at the man he’d just summoned. The poor guy stood stiff like a kid dragged to the principal’s office, shoulders tight, eyes flicking between Damien and me like he already knew he’d somehow walked into a trap. He probably had. Damien thrived on it, like a lion grinning before the pounce. Damien came and leaned back in the seat, legs spread, one arm resting lazily on the couch headrest. "You like what you see?" He asked the man casually, his tone light and almost playful. The guy blinked, eyes darting down on me, then quickly up again. "N-No. I mean...no, sir. I wasn’t..." Damien raised an eyebrow. "No?" A dark grin tugged at his mouth. "So you’re saying my girl looks unpleasant?"
The Devil's Mistress 173
ROXANNE POV I was casually strolling through the supermarket, one hand on the cart as I moved down the aisles, gathering groceries like a normal person for once. Something about it felt…grounding. After everything that had been happening...the memories, the therapy, the constant feeling that my past was creeping closer...I needed something normal. So I insisted on doing this myself after work instead of letting Mrs. Jones handle it like she usually did. Of course, “by myself” I didn’t exactly mean alone. Adam had picked me up from the clinic, and now he was somewhere nearby... close enough to step in if needed, yet far enough to give me space. I spotted him briefly at the end of the aisle, pretending to look at cereal like he had any interest in it. I hid a small smile and turned back to my cart. Milk. Bread. Fresh fruits. A few snacks Angelina liked. And yes...strawberry wafer cookies. I tossed them in without hesitation. My phone was tucked between my shoulder
The Devil's Mistress 172
ROXANNE POVI linked pinkies with Angelina and we sealed it with a giggle.We opened the food and started to eat, occasionally passing the corn or fries between us, giggling about how spicy the sauce was or how the syrupy fruit punch stained our tongues red.I was about to wipe her cheek with a tissue when something in the distance pulled my attention. I looked past the crowd and food stalls, across the miniature game booths and rows of folding chairs. There he was.Damien.Dressed in a fitted black polo shirt with the sleeves hugging his arms and a simple pair of ash-grey trousers that did unspeakable things to his stride, he walked through the crowd with an ease that commanded attention. His watch glinted in the sun, and even his damn shoes looked like they could outdress a runway. That was Damien Raphaël. Always sharp even when surrounded by sticky children.I didn’t say anything to Angelina. I just watched quietly, lips curled in a small smile, waiting for the moment.It didn’t t
The Devil's Mistress 171
ROXANNE POVIt was the day of the spring festival at Angelina’s school. And I had to admit, I was a little more excited than I expected to be. The sun was warm but not too harsh, the wind soft and carrying the scent of cotton candy and grilled hot dogs from the booths scattered across the school’s front lawn.I wore a flowy off-shoulder sundress that fell just below my knees, with a pair of nude wedges and sunglasses covering my eyes. My purse swung gently against my hip with each step, and my hair was combed into soft wavy curls that framed my shoulders. I looked…well, like someone who was actually trying.Angelina, on the other hand, looked like a magical little dream in her flower fairy outfit which was completed with sparkly wings, a flower crown, and glitter on her cheeks. She held my hand tightly as we walked past the booths, stopping every so often to admire the face painting station or the table where kids were trying to throw rings around stuffed flamingos.Fred, who drove
The Devil's Mistress 170
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding down to grip her ass possessively. She was my wife now, and I wasn't going to deny her anything. I lifted her up, pressing her back against the cool tiles of the shower as the warm water cascaded over us. My erection nestled perfectly between her legs."Is this what you want, kitten?" I whispered against her lips, my voice low and husky. "You want your husband to fuck you?" I ground my hips against her, emphasizing my point. Her breath hitched against my mouth."Yes," she whispered.That was all I needed.Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her legs around my waist and pushed into her in one smooth motion. She gasped into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Fuck," I groaned against her neck, not moving. "You feel like home." My hips started. Slow at first, savoring every inch of her wrapped around me.Every thrust was a claim. Every moan she made was mine. And as the hot water pounded over us, I made damn su
The Devil's Mistress 169
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 fingers deep
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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV She stood straight, the book still in her hand, before quietly walking back toward the bookshelves. I leaned back in the chair, bracing my forearms against the armrests, cursing softly under my breath. Get it together. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, but fuck, the way she mov
Last Updated : 2026-03-24The Devil's Mistress 51
ROXANNE POV It was my second night working in Damien's office at the nightclub. I sat on the black couch lined by the wall, sorting out receipts and inventory records for the bar. I wasn't complaining about the basic assistant-slash-waitress, since it felt good having something to do other th
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ROXANNE POVThe sun was already high when I stepped out onto the gravel driveway of the villa in my black heels. The heat kissed my skin, but the breeze that tugged at the hem of my short black dress helped ease it. I adjusted the strap of my purse against my shoulder and reached up to straighten
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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVI stood just outside the door of my study, arms crossed over my chest as I leaned into the frame. Thomas stood opposite to me, his stance straight, but his eyes occasionally drifted through the slight crack in the door. Inside, Roxanne was seated at the desk, head bowed, pen mov
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