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Author: Toxic_Sweetie
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ROXANNE POV

I felt him tense beneath my touch, and then, with a series of curses under his breath, he released, spilling over my fingers, the strength in his body buckling slightly as pleasure washed over him.

I smiled when he looked me in the eyes, then I slowly stepped around him.

"What have you done, kitten?" He whispered against my ear, standing behind me, awe in his voice.

I chuckled softly, letting the water cascade over me. "You'll have to figure that out." The playful reminder made him huff, amused by my cheekiness.

"Will you let me?" He paused, his hands resting on my hips as he pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder.

I looked back at him, meeting his yearning dark eyes. I gave him a short nod and he kissed my temple before his hands slid around to the front of my body, slowly.

He started with my breasts, cupping them softly before his fingers found my nipples and began to roll them gently between his fingers.

I moaned softly at his warm touch as I rested my back against his
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    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

  • The Devil's Mistress   120

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

  • The Devil's Mistress   119

    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

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    ROXANNE POVThe next morning came far too quickly.After the tension of yesterday, meeting Damien’s father and witnessing Damien’s twisted crash out, I’d planned on calling in tired. My body felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and Damien was still knocked out in bed when I got up.But that was before I saw those eyes.Angelina had crept into the bedroom early, sketchbook hugged to her chest, an apple in one hand, and asked, "Can you come to the greenhouse? Grandma said you could help her today…I wanna draw you with the flowers." She didn’t even have to pout. One blink of those lashes and I was done for.So, here I was, in a pair of sneakers, old jeans rolled to my calves, a tank under a button-up, and worn gardening gloves, standing in a gorgeous greenhouse on the Raphaël estate.Morning sunlight slipped through the glass panels, casting honey-golden stripes across the plants, the stone path, and the bench where Angelina now sat cross-legged, pencil between her fingers, sketchpad restin

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