บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Mistress: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 176

ROXANNE POV "Still sulking?" I smirked, glancing back at him. He spanked me harder this time and I let out a soft moan which was muffled by the pillow beneath me. My body arch slightly against his, and my hands clutched the sheets tightly as I felt the sting spread across my ass.My hips pressed back against him, responding to the spanking. Suddenly, he pushed my dress up roughly and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, before tearing them off completely with a sharp tug.Then, he slid two fingers roughly into my pussy without warning. I gasped loudly as he curled them deep, hitting that sensitive spot that makes my knees buckle. He started fingering me harshly while his thumb pressed against my clit. "Still got a smart mouth?" I bit my lip to muffle my moans against the pillow, my hips grinding against his fingers as he stretched me open. He added a third finger as his hand moved mercilessly against my sensitive pussy. Without warning, he hooked his fingers deep

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

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