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Dear Nicole, You may think that you can run from me but you are wrong Cole. even if you still think so, You can run as much as you can but you can never hide from me. even if you are hiding deep beneath the core of this world, I'll dig up and find you, princess. You just can't leave behind the world you belong to. you can't escape from me, I'll drag you straight back to hell darling. meet you soon Cole. Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

The limo door opened into a blur of light, music, and masked faces. Ayla stepped out onto the cobbled drive of the Serrano estate, her heels clicking softly against stone polished to a mirror finish. Above her, chandeliers flickered beneath a vast glass dome, casting broken stars across the arriving guests. Everything reeked of power and decadence. Her mask — crafted in deep black velvet, lined with silver embroidery — clung to her face like second skin. Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.”

Then he took over. Vito’s hand fisted in Aiden’s wet hair, yanking his head back as he devoured his mouth. The kiss turned filthy, rough, and hungry. Vito’s tongue pushed inside, claiming his. Aiden moaned into it, hands sliding desperately over Vito’s wet chest and shoulders. “Fuck,” Vito growled against his lips. “You came looking for this, didn’t you?” He shoved Aiden back against the bathroom counter, lifting him up onto it with ease. Aiden’s legs parted automatically as Vito stepped between them, grinding his hard cock against Aiden’s clothed thigh.

Just clenched her fists tighter. "What’s your name?" Her voice cracked. "Sarah." I stared at her. Her eyes welled with tears... and for the first time in a long time, my heart did something strange. It twisted. "I... I want to leave," she whispered. "Please. Just take me away from here." I hesitated. Then nodded. "Yeah. I’ll get you out of here." Jackson drove us off, the city shrinking behind us. I’ve lived a double life for years... CEO by day, mafia lord by night. I’ve never mixed business with sentiment. Never cared.

He stated with complete, utter seriousness. “You motherfucker! Go fuck yourself. I will leave. You just watch how. You son of a devil!” I grunted, taking his damn hard chest into my mouth and bit him hard. He groaned, pulling me back away from him. Nikolai’s hand grabbed my neck—not to tight, but enough to hold me in place. He forced me to look into his eyes and moved back, my back hitting the wall, and he pressed against me. “You’re a kinky fan?” He smiled—his eyes held that dangerous look.

He had rehearsed his words countless times, but now that the moment was here, he wanted everything to feel natural and genuine. After a lull in their conversation, Elliot reached for the book and handed it to Elena. “I found this the other day and thought you might like it,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. Elena’s eyes widened with delight as she recognized the title. “This is one of my favorites! How did you know?” “You mentioned it once,” Elliot replied, watching as she opened the book. As her eyes skimmed the note he had written inside, her expression shifted from curiosity to astonishment. She looked up at him, her lips parting in surprise.

Ayra found a stack of romance novels hidden behind a false panel. “Looks like your mom had a thing for angsty bad boys,” Lucian teased, holding up a cover with a shirtless pirate prince. “Don’t we all,” Ayra deadpanned, tossing a pillow at his head. By evening, they were exhausted, their clothes streaked with grime, hair wild, and faces glowing from the kind of joy that required no explanation. “Walk?” Lucian asked, nodding toward the back door. Ayra nodded, slipping into her boots.

His voice in my dream was a whisper but this was a damn earthquake. His dark gaze pinned me in place like he already knew I was playing dress-up to get his attention. Like he could see past the lace and rhinestones, past the mask I painted on every night and straight into the inferno I tried so fucking hard to keep buried. For the first time, I understood why even saying his name made men shudder. He was terrifying up close. It finally made sense why everyone called him the Devil. I forced my voice to stay steady, layering it with a husky tease I didn’t feel. "Maybe I’m mourning the death of good taste in this city."

She felt him pulse hot, and deep inside. He held her there with chest on her back, breathing hard. After a long minutes he pulled out slowly and she felt empty and aching. He turned her around and kissed her roughly, claiming her with his tongue deep into hers. When he pulled back he looked at her like she was something precious and dangerous at the same time. "You're mine now..." he whispered against her lips. "And the Rossi family will pay for ever thinking they could have you." Bella's trembling fingers traced the fresh bite mark on her neck and she hated how safe she suddenly felt in the arms of the devil who had just ruined her.

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