Todos os capítulos de The Devil's Mistress: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

ROXANNE POV The grand dining room was nothing short of palatial. Marble floors, gold accents, crystal chandeliers and a dark wood table too long for just five people. Fred was already there, flipping lazily through a magazine, while Mrs. Clara sat like a queen at the head of the table. Her posture was immaculate, her expression unreadable. A chef emerged from the side doors with trays of food while two maids set the table with cutlery and napkins. It all felt…excessive. Once they left, Mrs. Clara gestured delicately with her fingers. "Please…serve yourselves." We did. I helped Angel with hers, cutting her pancakes and pouring a bit of syrup on top as Mrs. Clara quietly glanced between us. But when it was time to serve myself, I hesitated. For just a second, my mind flashed back to the dock. My stomach tensed. Damien’s hand slid under the table and gave my leg a comforting squeeze. I looked at him. His subtle nod grounded me, and I placed a small portion of food onto my pla

ROXANNE POV The car ride back to the Raphaël estate had been quieter than expected. Angel had nodded off halfway through, her little head resting on Mrs. Clara's shoulder. Cedric drove with that signature silence of his, only speaking when necessary, and Adam rode shotgun, arms crossed and gaze fixed on the winding road that led back to the main gates.As the car rolled into the long circular driveway, Mrs. Clara gently stirred Angelina awake. "We're home, darling."Angel yawned and blinked sleepily while I unbuckled my seatbelt.Mrs. Clara turned slightly in her seat. "Cedric, help Roxanne with the bags."I immediately shook my head. "Oh, that’s not necessary. I can manage."She gave me a thin, unreadable smile. "I insist."Cedric gave a subtle nod and stepped out of the car without a word, moving toward the trunk. I followed behind more slowly, glancing at the bags packed tightly in the back."Adam." Mrs. Clara called, already halfway toward the mansion with Angel holding her hand

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVThe water was choppy, rough enough to keep the cowards off the sea, but nothing I couldn’t handle. My hands stayed firm on the steering wheel of the motorboat, the wind cutting across my face as we cruised toward the drop point. I wore my aviator shades, not for fashion, but because I liked to see clearly without squinting like some amateur.Behind me, a few of my old man’s loyal foot soldiers sat with their guns resting between their knees, their heads bobbing slightly with the boat’s rhythm. The cargo was strapped down, three crates, locked tight, marked only with black tape. I didn’t ask what was inside. I already knew. This was business, and in my world, business never asked too many questions.As we neared the dock, I saw the buyer and his men waiting. Ten of them, maybe more, all dressed with open shirts, sunglasses and cigars. The type of guys who drank scotch for breakfast and bragged about the time they “almost died” smuggling shit through Marseille. They

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVI headed upstairs and paused outside Angelina’s room, cracking the door just enough to peek in. Her nightlight was on and she was tucked under her sheets, sound asleep with her arms wrapped tightly around a pink teddy bear. I stood there a second longer than I meant to, then I closed the door gently and headed for my own room. The bed was untouched, no sign of Roxanne. Her side was still neat, the sheets undisturbed. I didn’t need to guess, she had a habit of sneaking off at night for snacks. I stripped and headed into the bathroom, letting the steam fill the space as I stepped into the shower.Hot water hit my skin, rinsing off the blood, gunpowder, and gasoline. My kill count didn't matter since none of them walked out.Fifteen minutes later, I stepped back into the room, steam trailing off my bare shoulders. Still no sign of Roxanne.I ran the towel through my hair again, drying it half-heartedly, and pulled on a pair of black sweatpants. The clock on the wall

ROXANNE POVDamien suddenly removed his fingers entirely, leaving me empty and aching. I let out a frustrated scream against my hand. Before I could protest or reach back for him, he flipped me onto my back roughly, grabbing both my wrists and pinning them above my head on the bed. "Shut up and listen."I glared up at him, my face flushed and my lips parted as I tried to catch my breath. He smirked down at me, his free hand reaching between my legs to play with my soaked pussy. "You're gonna come all over my fingers in three seconds." He declares. "One..."He slid two fingers inside me quickly, his thumb pressing hard on my clit. "Two..." His fingers started moving fast and deep, hitting that spot inside me which drove me crazy. My back arches off the bed as I try to scream out his name. "Three." I cried out his name loudly as my orgasm hit me hard, my pussy clamping down around his fingers while my entire body trembled underneath him. He kept fucking me through it until I was compl