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Author: Toxic_Sweetie
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ROXANNE POV

After we left the rooftop restaurant, Damien drove in silence, his fingers occasionally drumming against the steering wheel as soft music played low in the background.

The city lights glimmered past my window like scattered diamonds, but I wasn’t paying much attention to the view. My mind replayed the way he placed that necklace around my neck, how his touch lingered on my skin like a quiet promise.

We slowed in front of a place I’d never seen before in the city. It wasn’t loud or flashy. There were no giant neon signs, no grand water fountains gushing in pretentious rhythm. Just a sleek, modern hotel tucked between a designer boutique and a wine bar with frosted glass doors and gold-trimmed lamps that glowed like candles.

"Where are we?" I asked softly, already stepping out as Damien circled around the front.

"A place I bought off-market. I needed something private." He said casually, handing the car keys to a valet before pulling a leather duffel from the backseat.
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  • The Devil's Mistress   92

    DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVI woke to the low hum of the city muffled beneath layers of glass, silk, and opulence. The penthouse still smelled like her, like soft vanilla and something sweeter I hadn’t yet figured out. My arm was heavy, wrapped around the bare curve of her waist, and when I shifted slightly to get a better view, the sheets fell just enough for the soft morning light to kiss her back.Roxanne was curled against me on her stomach, her hair a tousled mess spread across the pillow and over her shoulder. I stared for a second, my gaze roaming to the dark bruises I’d left on her neck and shoulder. A few more trailed down toward her spine, subtle reminders of what we’d done last night, what I’d done to her.I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled quietly, brushing a few strands away from her face and tucking them behind her ear. She didn’t stir, but I could tell her body was in that post-high sleep and she was probably sore. I hadn’t meant to lose control. I told myself I would ta

  • The Devil's Mistress   91

    ROXANNE POV He suddenly slammed his full length inside me, making me cry out. Then, he leaned down, kissing me deeply as his hips moved slower and deliberately.He pulled out almost completely before sliding back in with a gentle thrust and I pursed my lips, staring at him. "Is this what you want for your birthday, kitten?" He asked softly, his voice husky. "Slow and sweet?""D...Damien...stop teasing me..."He chuckled lightly as he continued to move slowly inside me, kissing my neck softly between his words. "I'll give you anything you want, baby..." His hand moved from my breast and down to my clit, rubbing it gently. "Please...fuck me...Damien..." My voice dropped lower as my legs throbbled.That's when he lost his gentle rhythm and his hips snapped faster. I knew he couldn't maintain slow and sweetness when I was this wet and tight around him. "Fuck it." He grumbled, lifting my legs over his shoulders as he started fucking me deeply and quickly.I moaned loudly as he hit my

  • The Devil's Mistress   90

    ROXANNE POV After we left the rooftop restaurant, Damien drove in silence, his fingers occasionally drumming against the steering wheel as soft music played low in the background. The city lights glimmered past my window like scattered diamonds, but I wasn’t paying much attention to the view. My mind replayed the way he placed that necklace around my neck, how his touch lingered on my skin like a quiet promise. We slowed in front of a place I’d never seen before in the city. It wasn’t loud or flashy. There were no giant neon signs, no grand water fountains gushing in pretentious rhythm. Just a sleek, modern hotel tucked between a designer boutique and a wine bar with frosted glass doors and gold-trimmed lamps that glowed like candles. "Where are we?" I asked softly, already stepping out as Damien circled around the front. "A place I bought off-market. I needed something private." He said casually, handing the car keys to a valet before pulling a leather duffel from the backseat.

  • The Devil's Mistress   89

    ROXANNE POVI woke up to soft kisses pressed against my shoulder, slow and unhurried, like whoever was placing them had all the time in the world. My lips curled into a smile before I even opened my eyes. My hand instinctively reached out, fingers brushing against familiar stubble and warmth. And when I finally cracked one eye open, Damien was sitting beside me on the bed. Shirtless, of course. Always shirtless in the morning, like it was some personal ritual of his to test my patience."Happy birthday, kitten." He murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips.My brows furrowed lightly, confused for a moment. Birthday?Then it hit me.Oh.Right…today was the day Garry decided I was born. The day that was scribbled onto paperwork. I never really felt attached to it and never made a fuss about it, either. But something about the way Damien was looking at me now, soft but deliberate, full of quiet certainty, made the moment feel realer."Thanks, Damien." I whispered, wrappi

  • The Devil's Mistress   88

    ROXANNE POV I 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

  • The Devil's Mistress   87

    ROXANNE POV It 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, wh

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