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he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

This kiss was slow, sweet, deep, and full of tenderness. It was a kiss of gratitude, of love, and of promise. Our bodies moved together naturally, perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle finally meeting. In the safety of our room, far away from the wars and the bloodshed, we forgot about the world outside. We forgot about the enemies, the empire, and the dangers. It was just him and me. The Devil and his Angel. His hands explored my body with reverence, as if I was the most precious thing in existence.

VALERIA 8AM, The Harrison Mansion Half a month had gone by in a flash since I arrived here in the Capital City as Zane Michaels, no, Zane Harrison's wife. Even up till this particular moment, I still haven't completely digested the fact that the man I thought to be Mr. Devil's assistant, the man whom I find myself fiercely attracted to, the man I had... kissed was actually Mr. Devil himself. Who would have thought? Towards this shocking news, I actually didn't know how to feel exactly.

It was as if the book had formed a face that had no eyes or mouth but dents of them in a sculpture-like figure that indicated they were there. The face smiled at me and the book closed itself. The face popped on the cover of the book and looked at me. The book then floated in the air and eyed from head to toe with a stinky look. "'Who dares open the Gem of Alizon?!"' The words were loud and echoic, pretty dramatic. But I wasn't impressed. "Elliot Vile, the devil of the twentieth century," I answered, getting an immediate reply. "'What does the Devil seek in his Gem?"'

She dazedly stared at his face and murmured "He's just so devilishly handsome." Another news on the Television caught her attention which displayed a picture of a man who was known as the youngest, wealthiest most eligible bachelor and the CEO of the top one company. And the man on the screen looked so familiar, so familiar....that he was the one laying on her bed! Veronica's eyes widened in surprise. She pinched her cheek to see if she was dreaming but after confirming the pain she felt, she knew it was real. 'The man I saved yesterday is actually the country's husband?' Veronica mumbled and her attention was drawn to his face. His face looked like one that was carved out of jade. Despite b

I whispered while my heart was going crazy, and tingles erupted in my stomach. Damiano gave me a lazy smile in return as he caressed my cheeks. “You were all I could think of. From that day, I swore you would be mine.” He had me smiling shyly. Who could have foreseen that I would be helplessly captivated by this enchanting Devil? We were from two different worlds; one shaped him into a powerful ruthless leader while I was raised in the comfort of a sheltered life. They say opposites attract, and maybe that was why we were captivated by one another.

Today is our last paper, I know this will be my last chance to tell Oliver so am determined not to let it slip. After the paper, everybody was jubilating, except the devil who is just standing and watching, he doesn't have friends, he doesn't want to, cause I hear stories of how he turned down girls that want to date him, even from the senior class, some even beg me to help them. I wonder what they see in him, they should just look past his handsomeness and see the ugliness in him. I search the crowd to see my Oliver and friends throwing sachet water at each other, some of the girls are included. I took my time to look at him, that's the guy I want to be with, he is good, humble and good loo

I beg as he pulls away, replacing his fingers with his cock. He presses inside of me, stretching me wide as he leans down on his forearm, his fingers brushing my hair away from my face. End Of Book Two Book Three will be Escaping The Devils Snare and will start next week commencing 26/5/25! Synopsis of Escaping The Devils Snare:-

His perfectly juicy a** was right in front of me and the way his muscles flexed, it was beautiful. I thought that I would never be turned on by any man other than Ryan but I guess that's not the case anymore. Pregnancy is seriously messed up with my entire system. "Oh my God." I excitedly cheered from behind. Suddenly, I was feeling really generous. I grabbed my clutch from the floor and took out plenty of cash from it. When the man turned around, I tucked the bills on the belt of his underwear.