Semua Bab Only in Vegas: Claimed by the Devils Son: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The forest was quiet again. Still. The kind of still that only came after something unspoken had finally been said—with bodies instead of words. Axel’s arms were wrapped around her, her bare back pressed to his warm chest, the soft moss beneath them cooling rapidly as night rolled in heavier. A breeze rustled through the trees, brushing leaves together in a low whisper. But for once, Mia didn’t flinch. She didn’t feel scared or small. She felt… safe. Her fingers traced slow, aimless patterns along Axel’s forearm as he breathed deeply against her neck. His scent wrapped around her. Dark and smoky, with that faint sandalwood and musk that always made her think of leather seats and danger. It should’ve made her wary. But it didn’t. Not tonight. Not when his breathing stuttered and his voice cracked just enough to make her heart ache when he finally said— “I can’t even begin to tell you how much I missed you.” She stilled. He wasn’t looking at her when he said

The city glowed beyond the glass, a million lights painting the sky like neon constellations. Vegas never slept—but Mia wished it would. Just for a moment. Just long enough to let her heart settle. She turned to face the ceiling again, the shadows above shifting with the soft sway of the curtains. Sleep didn’t come. Not really. Every time her eyes closed, she saw Axel’s face. Not the version from the booth—wild, ravenous, wrapped in velvet shadows—but the one afterward. Soft. Cautious. His thumb grazing her hand like she might shatter. His mouth brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, “I love you.” How could someone like him love at all? And why did it feel like she believed him? She didn’t want to. Not entirely. Not after everything he’d done. The lies. The kidnapping. The control. The way he had stolen her life and forced her into his world like a caged bird he didn’t know how to free. He’d made her fall for him in a way that felt like drowning—terr

The city outside her window was alive with neon flashes and the constant hum of distant traffic. The Vegas Strip stretched in a glittering river of lights, a chaos of temptation and possibility, but inside the hotel room, the atmosphere was heavy, almost suffocating. She wanted answers. She wanted what she deserved, after years of abuse, neglect and disrespect. She wanted to be cared for in a way only both of them could. Mia sat curled on the edge of the worn-out sofa, her legs tucked beneath her, still dressed in the clothes from her day with Daniel. The conversation between them replayed relentlessly in her mind, swirling with confusion and an ache she couldn’t shake. Her body still buzzed with the aftershocks of desire—longing not just for Daniel, but for Axel too, tangled up in a restless hunger she wasn’t sure she could ever satisfy. She absently traced the rim of her takeaway coffee, the warmth barely touching her chilled skin. Lauren sat opposite her, legs stretched out and

The hotel room was warm with the lingering scent of sex—musk, skin, and heat, curling in the air like incense. The sheets beneath Mia were a rumpled mess of cotton and sweat, her thighs still trembling from everything Daniel had just given her… and taken. She lay on her back, legs sprawled open, glowing in the aftermath. Her skin still tingled. Her mouth ached from the kisses, her body soft with satisfaction, her mind spinning with something dangerously close to contentment. Daniel lay beside her, his face pressed into her stomach like he never wanted to leave. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist, protective, reverent. Neither of them spoke for a long time. He was quieter now, different from the man who’d moaned her name as if it was prayer. During sex, Daniel had worshipped her with every inch of himself. Every kiss, every thrust, every whispered breath had been full of devotion and hunger. But there was always restraint in him. A desire to please that sometimes warred

The door clicked softly shut behind her as she stepped out of Daniel’s place, the air cooler now, brushing against her skin like a whispered reminder of what she’d just done. She still felt it—him. His fingers had left invisible trails over her thighs, his lips pressed memories into the hollow of her collarbone, his voice still echoing low and desperate in her ears: “I want you, Mia. However I can have you.” She didn’t respond to that part. Not yet. She’d wanted truth. Now she had it. And still… she wanted more. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked, heart oddly light despite the chaos spinning inside her. A few hours ago, she’d been drowning in confusion. Now, she was floating in dangerous possibility. By the time she reached her apartment, the scent of coffee and lavender shampoo hit her nose like home. She pushed open the door to find Lauren perched on the arm of the sofa, half-eaten tub of ice cream in hand and Magic Mike paused mid-grind on the TV. “Y