The Devil's Mistress
I turned back to face her and gave a short, humorless chuckle.
"You can call me the devil, if you want. I'm just as bad as they come." I paused, meeting her eyes. "Probably worse than Kendrick and Garry combined."
I didn't miss the way she tensed at the names.
She exhaled slowly and shook her head, half-smiling to herself. "You might be the devil after all."
Then, her eyes softened. She reached for me, slowly pulling me back toward her by the front of my pants.
"But I know there's good inside you, Damien Raphaël." She whispered, her eyes never leaving mine.
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