Todos os capítulos de Possessed by the Devil: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

LeonThe time I spent with Tamara was worth it. She tasted divine. Just as I had imagined. Sean spoke to me about some things that had happened in my factory, but I was barely listening to him, my mind always reverting to the time I had spent with Tamara. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to be between her again. It had taken all I had in me to stop. And she had hidden her head. When I raised her head with a finger, her cheeks were as red as a tomato. “You taste like heaven.” I compliment her. She pushed my hand away and, without a word, lay on her bed with a duvet covering her head. I stood and watched her for a while before walking out of her room into mine. I wanted to make her mine at that moment. After warning them to keep off, I wanted to drag her out and show her to everyone in the house. I wanted to make her my woman officially. But I knew she wouldn't want that, so I would bid my time to see where this attraction I had towards her would lead and when it would end.“What ar

LeonI wanted Tamara to walk by my side, but she seemed to want to stay close to Sean. Seeing how other mafia lords try to flock by me, I decided it wasn't the best time to pull her to me. I look at Sean from the corner of my eyes. I have never wanted him out of my sight as I want now. But then I was also grateful that he was by her side, keeping off anyone who may want to look at her. Tamara was a beautiful woman, and I was sure that there would be men who would want to make advances on her, and Sean would do a good job keeping them off. We sat; Tamara sat opposite me and beside Sean. I wanted her beside me. It would not make sense to just call her and ask her to come sit close to me, or would it? Well, I was never one to follow logic. I was about to call her when, from my eyes, I saw Don Noel walking towards us. A brunette trailing behind him. He stopped by our table. His eyes held mine.“Don Leon,” he said, showing his yellowish front teeth. I smiled and extended my hands, “Don

Tamara“What are you doing?” I asked as I looked up at him. My heart was beating fast at his proximity and for some reason, I grew nervous. “What does it look like I'm doing?” He had successfully trapped me by his desk, his hands on either side of my body. He leaned closer towards me and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, his lips went to my neck. I gasped and almost bared my neck to him but I managed to get a hold of myself at the last minute. “Leon stop.” I pushed him away with all the strength I could muster. He stopped his attack on my neck and stepped back, looking at me in shock. “You don't have to prove anything to me. I didn't mean what I said. I was just trying to get out of the situation,” I told him, trying my best not to look flustered. He cocked his neck, his arms crossed as he observed me intensely. I looked away from his intense stare, my face heating.“Why did you push me away?” He asked curiosity in his eyes. My heart skipped at the question because I w

LeonTechnically, I wasn't sleeping with her. At least not yet. Her eyes burn with intensity. I knew what she wanted to hear, but I wasn't ready to give her such an answer. “Now, you aren't going to speak, right?” Her gaze was slowly turning into something fiery. I have never seen her like this and do not want to see her like this.“Tamara.” I began, but she raised one hand, stopping me from speaking. “There's no need to say anything anymore. I get it.” She started to walk back, but I quickly caught her wrist, “where are you going?” I asked her.“Why do you care?” She asked coldly and pulled her hands away from my hold. “Tamara, I…” she was already at the door without any last look, she banged the door. I listened to her retreating steps. I ran a hand through my hair.Her question has taken me by surprise. Yes, I think about her all the time. I want to do unholy things to her all the time. I care greatly about her and would rather watch the world burn than allow one of her hair to go

LeonI watched Tamara swirl the wine in her glass, her fingers lightly tapping the stem like she needed the motion to stay in control. She hadn’t taken a single sip. Just held it, like the shape of the glass was the only thing anchoring her to the moment.She didn’t want to be here. Not really. Not in this rooftop lounge full of curated luxury and stiff jazz. Not with the skyline stretched out like a postcard we were supposed to admire together. No, she was somewhere else entirely. Still thinking about the call she didn’t get. The person she didn’t get to talk to.Her brother.And that was on me.She placed the glass down gently, then leaned a little closer. Her voice was quiet, steady. “You don’t have to feel guilty. I’ll talk to Jasper some other time.”I nodded like I believed her. Like I hadn’t intentionally blocked that moment from happening. I told myself it was for a reason—because I didn’t trust Jasper, because I wasn't ready to let go of that bastard until he paid my shit—but