The Devil's Mistress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I 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 t

ROXANNE POV Damien 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

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV My hand returned to her throat gently as the other gripped her hip tightly. I kissed along her jawline and neck aggressively yet passionately. "Mmm...Damien..." I was being careful not to hurt her. I leaned in to capture her lips in a gentle, but dominating kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as I continued to thrust into her with increasing urgency. My hand around her throat applied gentle pressure as I pulled her closer while I fucked her harder and faster. "Damien...shit...oh..." I slowly pulled out of her before carefully flipping her onto her stomach and I took a moment to fix her hair softly behind her ear before positioning myself. I slid my cock back inside her slowly from behind, one hand gripping her hip while the other caressed her lower back tenderly. I started to move slowly, thrusting deeply into her from behind as she groaned softly. My hips rolled in a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me deeper inside her. I leaned over her

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I 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 clo

ROXANNE POV As soon as we stepped into the guest house, Damien didn’t waste a second. I barely had time to set the roses on the counter before he caught my wrist and pulled me into him. His lips crashed against mine in a deep, yearning kiss, his hand sliding around my waist as if he couldn’t get close enough. I smiled against his lips, kissing him back slowly, letting myself melt into his warmth for just a moment. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as he held me close, one strong hand pressing into the small of my back. Then, reluctantly, he pulled away, his breath brushing against my ear. He whispered, low and rough, "Finally got you alone, kitten." A quiet laugh escaped me, soft but teasing, as I slipped out of his arms, stepping back before his hands could grab me again. "Mmm, not for long." I said over my shoulder, already heading for the stairs. "I need to get ready for the bachelorette party." He followed me, unhurried and like a shadow I couldn’t shake. "Or,"