All Chapters of HER SAVIOR, THE DEVIL: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MÁLAGA(17 YEARS LATER) Damiano Riccardo Chiaramonte didn’t do weddings or any other kind of ‘public circus’ gatherings. Hadn’t in years. He hadn’t wanted to be present at this one, either. But when one of your best friends is the groom, and the bride is her Royal Highness, Princess Charlotte Sophie of Lichtenstein, you know you have to say yes. And when the celebration is taking place in the ballroom of one of your five-star hotels, you know that you must be present. Damiano knew there was no way in hell he could have said no. And he also knew he would hate every single moment. He didn’t want to watch another happy couple make vows to each other for the rest of their lives. He didn’t want to see the way they looked at each other with hope in their eyes and dreams in their hearts. Maybe it was selfish, but he didn’t want to witness other people getting what he’d been denied. Ever since Alondra, his fiancée, had died two days before

Damiano liked holding Thea. For the first time in almost five years, he was genuinely enjoying himself. He followed her outside the ballroom, and instead of acting like the ‘big bad wolf’ and scaring her away, Damiano put aside his position and got her talking. Even joked and teased her a bit. At first, Thea responded, but then, she started to back off. Damiano didn’t want her to back off, so he asked her to dance. This was a wedding, and dancing was expected, right?! Hardly something to hold sacred. Since dancing wasn’t an activity he enjoyed at a wedding or otherwise, the request probably shocked him more than it had her. The last woman he’d danced with had been Alondra, two days before she’d died… the last time he’d held his fiancée in his arms. Thea was beautiful, lovely, witty, but she wasn’t Alondra. So, holding her would not be the same. It wouldn’t mean that much, he assured himself. Then, why the hell was he feeling so ner

She tasted even better than she looked. And considering that he wasn’t sure he had ever met a woman who had gotten under his skin so quickly, that should’ve been the biggest red flag of all. Instead, Damiano relished the hunger crashing through him. It had been so long since he’d felt such raw emotion. He’d learned to lock it down and had, for the most part, been pleased with the results of that. Ignoring those emotions. Keeping them pushed out of his consciousness kept him on an even keel, and if not happy, at least not angry and resentful. But raw emotions didn’t just include anger and rage at injustice. Desire and the need to possess were also true raw emotions. The kind he hadn’t felt in an exceptionally long time. And this woman was bringing them all rushing to the forefront. He was incapable of stopping it. Thea was so amazingly real. She was blunt and sweet, eager and tentative, cool and yet capable of burning him down to the ground. There was somethin

Damiano’s voice was low and gruff. She did. His finger slid into her, and they both moaned. She was tight and so hot, and his body was screaming at him for more. Damiano pumped his finger deep twice, then added a second, loving her breathy moan. He covered her lips with his as he thrust faster, adding pressure to her clit with the pad of his thumb. He rubbed in a gentle circle as he stroked deeply with two fingers, kissing her hungrily. He wanted to feel and hear her come apart. Soon he’d be preparing her to take him inside... not just his finger, but him. All of him. Damiano moved his fingers, stroking her deeply, his thumb rubbing over her clit, kissing her deeply. Thea moaned into his mouth, gripped his forearm tighter, and arched closer to his hand. She was holding his arm as if afraid he was going to leave her. The other arm came out and circled the back of Damiano’s neck, holding him into their kiss, her tongue strok

“Come for me. Now,” he demanded between relentless strokes deep, deep inside her as he captured her lips again for a wild, sweeping kiss.         Faster, faster.“Oh, my…”         Thea screamed into his mouth as the fire burst inside her, hotter than a thousand suns. She pulsed around him, feeling him embedded within her so deep, so perfect. Just like heaven. The dizziness returned, as the orgasm continued to shake her with a pleasure even stronger than before.         Sublime ecstasy knocked her breathless.         She squeezed her eyes shut, reveling in the feel of Damiano, strong and powerful and so male above her, inside her. She encouraged him with an upward thrust of her hips.