All Chapters of Devil's Psychopathic Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THE LITTLE LAMB IN THE WOLVES’ DENHunter’s POVI sat behind my desk, the warm glow of the security monitors casting shadows across my face. Smoke curled from the cigar between my fingers, thick and slow like the poison coiling in my blood.Mirabella.She haunted me like a soft ghost, delicate and infuriating. Her innocent looks were like knives dipped in honey; sweet enough to lure, sharp enough to cut. I wanted to cut her back. Slowly. Deeply.The door to my office opened without a knock—only one man would dare that. Tobias.“Boss.” His voice was tight and serious. “We’ve got a problem.”I blew smoke from my nostrils. “Speak.”“One of the runners. Mickey. Was caught snorting and injecting product in the back lot behind the east hall.”The ash fell from my cigar like the last nerve in my patience snapping.“He dare used my supply?” I asked, my tone flat.Tobias nodded. “Half a bag gone. He was twitching like a poisoned rat by the time we got to him in the old warehouse.”A grin crawl

The neon glow of the club’s sign bled into the night as the door swung shut behind Mirabella. She inhaled fresh breath into her lungs. The low bass from inside still pulsed in her bones, but out here it was quiet. Too quiet and she loved it. She hasn't changed her work outfit yet, she doesn't know if it was allowed, but she was going home in her work outfit. She just needed to get home as soon as possible. She was very tired and exhausted. Her bones felt weak, not entirely from work. But also from the encounter she had with that ruthless devil some minutes ago, who happens to own the club. It was really a small world. Of all clubs in town, how did she end up in his? If all bosses, how come he is her boss?She drew in a long breath again as she made her way down. Her heels clicked against the pavement, sharp and defiant, though her chest felt tight with unease.The street was nearly empty, but she could see cars passing. Just down the pavement of the club, she noticed a car packed at t

Her mind scrambled for reasons; her body had none ready. Her thighs trembled. He dipped his head to take her lips in a kiss. “Don’t…” she started, then swallowed. “Don’t hurt me.”“Never,” he said, with a certainty that almost stole some of her fear, until he said, “I’ll wreck you and use you. I won’t hurt you, but you would hurt yourself by resisting my touch.”He tipped her chin with two fingers and slammed his mouth to hers.The kiss was nothing gentle. It was cruel, demanding and hot. It was a claim; heat and edge, a desperate press that made her gasp and open her mouth to him without meaning to. His tongue slid against hers and stole the breath she’d been using as defense. She tasted scotch and mint and something that belonged to him alone. Her hands found his fisted his shirt and clutched like she was falling and he was the only thing solid. He groaned; low, satisfied and deepened the kiss until the sound itself blurred. She tasted like everything he had ever imagined. Everythi

The air inside Mirabella’s room felt heavy.Her hand, still holding a little pose, trembled slightly as her wide eyes landed on him. He sat there in the dark like he owned the place. His long legs stretched out lazily, one crossed over the other, his arm resting casually on the arm of the chair near her window. But there was nothing casual about his presence. His body radiated danger, his aura demanding, even though he wasn’t saying a word.“Come here, Mirabella,” he said, his voice low, husky, and heavy with command.Her pulse raced faster. “What are you doing here? How did you get inside my house? ” she asked, her tone sharp though her throat felt dry.Hunter tilted his head slowly, his piercing eyes never leaving hers. “I left for a few days and you thought you were free of me. Didn’t you?”Anger shot through her, overriding her fear. “You broke into my house! You have no right…”“I have every right,” he cut in smoothly, standing now. The dim light from the hallway caught his shar

Hunter’s eyes locked on Mirabella across the wide marble counter, his chest heaving from the run of adrenaline she had just caused him. She stood opposite him, palms pressed flat to the cool surface as though the slab of stone could shield her from his hunger. Her breaths came shallow, her cheeks flushed, and her lips trembled though she stubbornly lifted her chin.“Stay there,” Hunter growled, his voice a low warning, his impatience was already pushing at the edges of his control.Mirabella’s lashes fluttered. She tried to stand her ground, even dared a soft laugh that betrayed her nervousness. “W-what do you intend to do to me? Why are you looking at me like that?”Hunter’s lips curved into a dark smirk. He leaned both hands on the counter, closing the space with his presence. “What I want…” His eyes burned into hers, voice dropping to a rasp, “…is your soft nipples in my mouth.”The words snapped something in her, harder than any threat could. Her knees wobbled. Heat rushed to her