บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Mistress: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

ROXANNE POV"Do you still have the pills, kitten?" He gently tilted my chin up with his free hand for me to look him in the eyes. I slowly nodded as I remembered how he thoughtfully had them prescribed for me, the other day. "Good girl." He murmured as he rubbed his warm tip against my wetness, before he pushed inside slowly. I gasped sharply, feeling as he squeezed himself into me while placing soft kisses on my face with hushed words. He started moving slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation while he slightly tugged my dress up to my waist. Then, he pulled back to watch himself sliding in and out of my entrance. I bit down harder on my lip, feeling as his length grew thicker and harder. "So...fucking tight..." His hips snapped forward suddenly, going deep and a sharp moan slipped from my lips. He pushed deeper inside me, filling me completely while he spread my legs a bit wider and I gripped onto his arm as a louder moan echoed from my lips."Damien..." I almost sc

ROXANNE POV After another kid wrapped up their presentation which was a cute paper diorama of a dinosaur park, his parents clapped a little too loud. I smiled, barely as I crossed my legs and kept my eyes glued to the stage. Damien didn’t even flinch beside me. He was doing his usual stoic act, but I could feel his gaze shift toward me now and then, like a loaded question. I didn’t acknowledge it. Not yet. Not after he almost didn’t show. My smiles were reserved only for the kids. The applause died down, and Ms. Carter's cheerful voice echoed through the mic, "And now, we have Angelina Raphaël with her project titled Our Solar Family!" Angelina perked up in her seat. Her small hand immediately reached out for Damien’s, tugging it. He stood, giving me one last unreadable look before walking his daughter up to the mic. I folded my arms across my chest, watching. Damien gently leaned down and said something into Angel's ear. She looked up at him and nodded shyly, then took th

ROXANNE POVI was still wiping dried blood off the back of my hand when Fred pulled me aside near the hallway. The buzz of voices in the guesthouse had quieted down to groans and the occasional cough. I could still smell gauze and antiseptic in the air.Fred offered a grateful look and tilted his head toward the man beside him, the one who helped out with the guys. "Rox, this is Mr. Jones." The name didn’t register until I saw who stood behind him, Mrs. Jones, Angelina’s nanny. She gave me a proud little nod before adding casually, "My husband. Also known around here as the boss’s backdoor doc." I blinked. "Seriously?" "This is the boss's mistress. Lady Roxanne." Mrs. Jones introduced me to her husband. Fred chuckled awkwardly as my cheeks heated up.Mr. Jones chuckled as he shook my hand. "Retired surgeon. I keep my hands full patching up half the city…and occasionally Mr. Raphaël’s men when bullets fly too close." Fred gave a short laugh.I offered a polite, if awkward, smile. "

ROXANNE POVI was curled into Damien’s oversized study chair, legs folded underneath me, sweater sleeves half-covering my hands, the warmth of my coffee mug slowly seeping into my palms. My shorts barely peeked from beneath the hem of Damien’s hoodie, but the room was warm and the bitter taste of dark roast on my tongue kept me focused.Damien was across the room, arms crossed as he strolled slowly behind the desk, his footsteps quiet against the hardwood. The laptop was perched beside me, files open, photo after photo displayed on the screen."These are all the men that live and work on the estate." He’d said earlier, gesturing to the screen.I was supposed to study each face. Search my memories. Look for a flicker of familiarity. A twitch. A scar. Anything.But as I clicked through the last row of profiles, I slowly shook my head and looked up at him. "I don’t recognize any of them." He didn’t say anything at first, just gave a small nod and walked over to close the laptop. The scr

ROXANNE POV I blushed slightly, but managed to give a small nod as I slowly started to grind my hips against him. He smirked as he pressed his forehead against mine, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. I knew he felt my body tensing, but that only made him pound his thrusts faster again, hitting that spot deep inside me and repeatedly. "That's it," He groaned softly, looking me in the eyes as I moaned, "Come for me, baby." He kissed me hard as my inner muscles clenched around him. I felt myself trembling against him as my climax hit me suddenly and he kept the same pace as he thrust me right through it while I gasped sharply. As soon as I finished, he slowly pulled out of me and placed me down gently on my feet. Before I could even catch my breath, he turned me around. "Hands on the wall." He bent me over, slightly and I pressed my hands against the tile wall, glancing back at him. I spread my legs wider as he positioned himself behind me. He rubbed the tip of his cock agains