Semua Bab The Devil's Mistress: Bab 61 - Bab 70

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVI woke to the warmth and steady sound of her breathing. For a moment, I just laid there, eyes half open, watching the way the morning sun traced lazy lines across her bare skin. Roxanne slept like someone who hadn't rested in years. Peaceful. Comfortable. Like my bed was where she belonged.Her hair was spread across the pillow, a few strands clinging to her cheek. Her leg was tangled with mine, the oversized shirt barely clinging to her body. My shirt. She looked better in it than I ever had.I stared, fascinated by the way her lashes rested against her cheeks and the way her lips parted just slightly, like she was dreaming of something soft.I shifted a little, brushing a few loose strands away from her face, my knuckles dragging slowly down her cheek. She didn't stir, not right away. I leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to her neck, then another just beneath her ear.She leaned into it instinctively, a soft moan slipping past her lips as she rolled slightly into

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVI closed the bedroom door behind me and moved toward the bathroom, the low throb on my back reminding me of the fight.I grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink, popped the latch open, and headed out. But, I didn't get far before I heard her voice."Damien...you're finally back?" I looked over my shoulder.There she was. Sitting up in bed, hair tousled, eyes half-lidded as she blinked against the low light. She rubbed her palm against her face and yawned softly.I nodded. "Go back to sleep, kitten," I muttered, pausing at the edge of the room. "I'll be in my study." I didn't wait for her response. I needed to be alone. Needed to breathe. Needed to remember who the hell I was again.I turned and walked out before she could see too much, before I had to answer the questions already forming in her head.I walked to the study, shrugged off my jacket and peeled the shirt from my back, hissing slightly as the fabric clung to the wound. I tossed both to the floor.

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I stood straight and unbuckled my belt one-handed, pushing down my pants just enough to free my hardened cock. I looked at her, seeing her hair spread out on the desk and the innocent look in her eyes as I slowly withdrew my fingers. I shifted her panties aside and positioned myself at her entrance, but I didn't thrust into her immediately; instead, I teased her by rubbing the head against her clit. I stared at her, jaw tightening. "Still think I'm a good man?" She smiled faintly, nodding and I placed a gentle kiss on her lips.I grabbed her hips roughly and squeezed into her hard and deep, making her gasp loudly. I didn't give her time to adjust as I started pounding into her aggressively, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. My hand covered her mouth to muffle her sharp moans. "Mmm...kitten, don't get too loud now."She whimpered, eyes rolling back as I filled her completely. She bit my hand covering her mouth, stopping herself from screaming a

ROXANNE POVI was back at Damien's estate. In the city I once fought tooth and nail to leave behind. The echoes of names I tried to forget. Garry. Kendrick. It was like a bad memory had followed me across oceans only to sit at the doorstep the minute the key was turned.I stood inside the greenhouse, the one just off the side of the estate’s east wing. A gentle breeze crept in from the open panels above, rustling the tall herbs and plants Damien kept alive in this space. The air smelled like damp earth and rosemary. But I barely noticed.I was listening.Thomas’s voice came from my left and Damien stood beside him, hands folded loosely in front of him, quiet as ever."I ran the report you gave me," Thomas said, flipping through a file in his hand. "All the names you remembered. The timeline. The vague details about your mother. Her face. The car crash. Everything." I didn’t respond. I just stared blankly at a tall lavender stalk in front of me.Thomas paused before continuing, his

ROXANNE POVI had just stepped through the back entrance of the nightclub, the bass-heavy rhythm from the main floor thudding beneath my heels. The lighting back here was dimmer, more muted. Cleaner. It always smelled faintly like citrus disinfectant and expensive cologne, probably Damien’s doing.I knew I didn’t have to be here. Not technically.I wasn’t just playing waitress for the cash or running anymore. Not since everything with Damien had unraveled and tangled itself around my life. But coming here kept my head clear. Keeps my thoughts busy. Kept me from spiraling.As I made my way toward the stairs leading up to the office, someone stepped out of the staff hallway just ahead. Tall, charming smile, the same soft eyes that had once made me feel...normal."Look who finally made it back...again," Samuel said, resting a towel over his shoulder as he flashed me a grin. "I heard you got promoted to the boss’s office." I hesitated, brushing a curl behind my ear as I gave him a small