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Fire ignites in my lower abdomen, burning every organ of my body in its path, making my blood boil and unleashing the most overwhelming and burning desire I have ever felt. I want him, here, now. I crave not just his kisses or his hands, but every part of him. I want to melt into him, take him inside, absorb him completely until I drive he crazy, until I have him eating from my hand. I want to possess the Devil... and I'm going to get it. He thinks he seduces me, but the opposite happens. I will be his hostage, but he will become my slave. Then his phone rings and the magic is broken.

What the fuck must he want from me? Eric got up slowly until he was sitting on the bed. His gaze was all over me. I traced his path of gaze only to realize I’m only in my underwear. “What the fuck!” I yelled and got up. “Where the fuck are my clothes? What did you do to me!” He turned away. “Not yet. We will finalize that only when you are conscious. Now that you are, I think we should get it done.” I followed his gaze and discovered that my clothes were hanging on the dresser. Is he for real? Did he undress me?

She unlocked the door and opened it, but before leaving, she uttered those words to him. “I can't give you what you are desiring from me, Mr. Salvino, so please…stop searching for it in me,” saying as she walked out of his room, causing him to clench his palms aggressively. His gaze peered at her retracting figure. How could he make this woman understand that he didn't have desires for her because she herself was his one and only desire. Next morning, Esme took her shower and did her morning routine. She wore a white floral dress, which covered her till her knees.

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

I opened my mouth, then closed it. This didn’t make sense. One second he was treating me like an annoying extra in his perfect little newsroom, and now he was giving me an actual assignment? “Why me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. He exhaled like I was exhausting him. “Because the others have their own assignments, and I need someone who won’t waste time asking pointless questions.” Wow. So much for a compliment. I folded my arms. “And what exactly am I covering?” “An arson case,” he said, handing me a thin file. “A nightclub downtown went up in flames last night. The police are holding a press briefing at eight a.m.”

And then he looked back at her, waiting for her to make that decision. She stared at his handsome face. His crystal blue eyes appeared dark with passion. He seemed so devastatingly handsome. She knew just by looking back at him that she couldn’t utter the word no. Because right then, she felt that if going to bed with this devil is a prize to claim, then she would blissfully live thereafter as a sinner. She wanted to feel more. And she desired this dangerous man…with those devilish eyes… nothing less! She reached her head to nuzzle his neck, and then she whispered, “I want you…” before she could stop the words from coming out of her lips.

And Desiree understood a truth few ever grasped in time: No one makes a bargain with a devil… and walks away unscathed.

I felt a shiver down my spine, my heart raced. I wrapped my hands over his neck, as he kissed my neck. He unbuckled his shirt, started kissing me. I used my hand to feel his godlike abs and his well-developed chest, with V-tapers. He removed my shirt, looked at my tits and said “Oh, these fucking tits.” He fumbled my boobs as he kissed me. Then leaned towards them, sucking on them like a child. He sucked my nipples as he fumbled my boobs. Then he raised my skirt, carried me and dropped me on the desk. He spread my legs, shifted my panties and spat on my pussy.

Mitch and Hans watched, stroking themselves as they waited. “Yassy,” Devon murmured. “You love this, don't you? Do you know how long we have fantasized about making you our little whore.” “Oh fuck…Devon…please—!” “Please what? Say it.” “Please fuck me harder—make me come!” He slammed in, grinding his pubic bone against my clit. “I’m gonna come again,” I sobbed. “Then come, Yassy,” Hans snarled. “Come all over my cock.”