LOGINShare
94
publish date:
2025-07-22 09:31:59
Latest chapter
The Devil's Mistress 175
ROXANNE POVLow music played softly in the background of the villa, blending with the gentle sound of water as I moved through the pool.I let myself sink just a little deeper into the pool, the coolness of it gliding over my naked skin as I moved slowly. For once, I wasn’t thinking about anything.Not the past.Not the investigation.Not even tomorrow.Just…this moment.I dipped beneath the surface, letting the quiet surround me before rising again, pushing my hair back as droplets slid down my skin.And when I looked up...There he was.Damien sat on one of the pool chairs, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of rich red wine in his hand. He looked completely at ease...relaxed in a way most people never got to see.But his eyes? They were locked on me.Completely.Like there was nothing else in the world worth his attention.A small smile tugged at my lips as I turned back, letting my fingers glide through the water.“You’re staring,” I called out lightly.“I know,” he replied
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 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 whil
Last Updated : 2026-04-04The Devil's Mistress 119
ROXANNE POV I woke up to the heavy weight of regret sitting right on my temples. My head throbbed. Everything was a blur at first, the dim sunlight peeking through thick curtains, the scent of cedarwood, and the dull ache that pulsed behind my eyes like a drum. A groan escaped my lips as I twiste
Last Updated : 2026-04-04The Devil's Mistress 117
ROXANNE POV It was Saturday night and Damien was driving. I sat beside him, my fingers messing with a few loose strands of my hair as the headlights cut through the winding roads outside the city of Marseille. I had agreed to the beach party mostly because I wanted the experience. A little bit of
Last Updated : 2026-04-04The Devil's Mistress 114
ROXANNE POV I was still damp from my shower with the scent of eucalyptus soap trailing off my skin that same Friday afternoon. Wrapped in a towel, I sat on the bathroom counter next to the sink, legs swinging slightly, drying my hair with the smaller towel. Damien stood just a few inches away, br
Last Updated : 2026-04-03
You May Also Like
Mafia Men II: Lorenzo's Gilded Cage
Janedoewritings218.4K viewsHis Forbidden Goddaughter
NiMarie163.7K viewsThe Mafia's Dark Obsession
Bella Cupid137.5K viewsThe One Night Stand Mafia Heir
Peyton Iuga124.7K viewsFilthy Letters To The Stranger
T.M Tales251 viewsOwned by the Don
Oluwabukola 345 viewsTempting my mafia brother -in-law: six months of sin
Tamara writes with love123 viewsAfter Death, I Chose The Mafia Don
Adhara Pepple 22 views
