Lahat ng Kabanata ng Only in Vegas: Claimed by the Devils Son: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Lauren, calm down. You’re squealing. Start over again, but slowly.”Mia rubbed at her temple, glancing at the half-written email on her laptop, already feeling the beginnings of a headache forming.“I said,” Lauren repeated with exaggerated slowness, “My great-grandad just passed. Suddenly left an insane inheritance behind. And guess what? Me and his other grandkids are splitting it. I’ve got fifty grand sat in my account right now. So obviously—we’re going to Vegas. Two girls. Four nights. Casinos. Drinks. Chaos. Come on.”Mia sighed, already feeling the familiar pull of Lauren’s madness mixed with dread.Lauren’s ideas always started like this. Excitement first. Regret second. And sometimes? Actual danger. Mia still hadn’t entirely forgiven her for that weekend in Brighton when they’d ended up stranded after Lauren “forgot” to book the hotel properly. Or the festival last summer where they narrowly avoided someone’s sketchy van party because Mia did check the reviews.Fun came natu

Both girls rushed into the giant, mirror-lined bathroom, adjusting their hair and makeup, adding a more dramatic edge to match their outfits. Lauren wore a silk red dress, simple but striking, hugging her slim frame. A pair of red heels with delicate straps finished the look, matching perfectly.Mia went for a different vibe—her short black mini dress paired with a fitted corset and smoky, heavier makeup. Chunky black heels balanced out the outfit. While Lauren straightened her hair, Mia worked soft curls into her dark waves, carefully framing her face.Flipping through the hotel guidebook, they found out their penthouse booking came with a gift: one hundred dollars’ worth of free casino chips. Mia tucked that bit of information away, already feeling that rush of anticipation.Locking up the room, they made their way down to the casino.Lauren was instantly drawn to the bright colors of the slot machines, sinking into a chair like she was exactly where she belonged. Mia, meanwhile, ma

Mia’s eyes snapped open. Darkness. A heavy, suffocating black. As her senses adjusted, she realised her vision was covered—soft, silky fabric pressing gently against her eyelids. She tried to lift her hands but couldn’t. Thick ropes dug into her wrists, pinning her to something solid beneath her. She moved her mouth—only to find it gagged with the same silky material, tied tight behind her head. Panic flared instantly in her chest, but then she realised her clothes were still on. Relief pulsed through her, shaky and thin, but there nonetheless. Stop. Breathe. Listen. Somewhere in the dark, footsteps echoed faintly, slow and steady, drawing closer. Then—click. The door. Keys. And locks sliding inside the doors structure. Mia’s stomach twisted. “Don’t you look beautiful all tied up and helpless, darlin’?” Axel’s voice purred through the shadows, rich with amusement, too smooth, too calm. He sat down beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. Cool fingers brushe

Mia explored the hotel floor she had been given, trying to settle her nerves. The luxurious surroundings should have brought her comfort—a freestanding roll-top bath, a waterfall shower, cupboards filled with makeup and expensive skincare. Luxurious towels, neatly folded. Everything was pristine, carefully arranged like it had been prepared just for her. It was hard to feel like a prisoner in a place like this, but the weight in her stomach wouldn’t shift. No matter how beautiful the surroundings, she was still trapped. She took her time examining the makeup, needing something normal to focus on. After grabbing a towel, she turned on the shower and stepped under the warm stream. She stood still, letting the water wash over her, scrubbing the emotions from her skin, reminding herself of one thing: Stay strong. Play the game. Survive first, feel later. After drying off, she slipped into a pair of leggings and a long-sleeved top, choosing comfort over seduction. But the room… she c

“Fuck… you’re so tight,” Axel growled through gritted teeth, his voice thick with pleasure as Mia slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. The stretch was intense. It had been years since she’d been this intimate with anyone, and the pressure, the heat, the way he filled her—it felt good. It almost scared her how good it felt.She took a moment to adjust to his size before beginning to move, hips rolling, testing different paces and angles, all while watching his face. Learn him. Know what he likes. Knowledge was power, and right now, Mia needed every ounce of control she could claw back. But Axel wasn’t going to make this easy. His expression stayed frustratingly composed, save for the flare of lust in his dark eyes. The tension in his jaw was the only tell of just how much he wanted to lose control.His hands lifted to her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples before gently tugging, pinching, teasing, sending sparks through her core as she moved her hips in wide circles.