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My feet begin to ache now but sitting on the lush sofa would bring back the memories from the study room. The memory of how he lapped on my most private part and how I came all over his luscious lips, it fills my heart with warmth that I never felt before. My core clenches again in anticipation of feeling his fingers or his cock to satisfy my awakened desires. I feel all the water of my body pools in my vagina. Women too has needs and my need can only be satiated by the devilishly handsome American Mob boss Hunter Storm. I should lock these forbidden fantasies out of my brain because he's out of my reach. Within a few days, another woman will brand him with her wedding band and I can't be so

I wanted her for myself then and I want her for myself now. The notorious Devil is a title and reputation I’ve very much earned. When a Devil wants something, he takes it. And I’ve ignored my own wants and needs long enough. It’s time I give in to the urge to drive Nova to the edge of madness and show her the darker sides to be found in pleasure. The ones carefully mixed with an appropriate measure of pain.

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

“He’s not exactly Satan.” “Yes, but—” I groan in frustration. “You don’t understand.” How do I explain that the Devil up there...the ripped, tattooed, pierced, so amazing in bed that I can’t think about anything except his cock...set my fucking wardrobe on fire because he wanted me to wear dresses without panties? He's clearly insane. “What I understand is that you’re living with Dorian Reed,” she says. “He’s like...legendary when it comes to fucking.”

“But you’ll find, Miss Hart, that my world doesn’t operate on simple rules. Be prepared for complications.” “I can handle it,” Ava said, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. Damien stood, extending his hand. “Then we have a deal.” Ava hesitated before shaking his hand, her stomach churning. As his fingers closed around hers, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just made a deal with the devil.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"I want to be comfortable. I want to feel... safe. Not like a prisoner." Dark’s thumb traced the frantic pulse in her wrist. He was silent for a long time, his breathing becoming heavy. The "Devil of New York" was many things, but he was a man of primal hungers, and Iza was offering him the one thing he couldn't buy with his billions: her willing submission. "Safe," he repeated, his voice dropping an octave. "You think I can make you feel safe?" "You're the only one who can," she lied, her voice a silken thread.

Her eyes started to water again but she stopped them. “I-I need this, Mister Bruce. Please,” Beatrice said. Leaving her ego away. Mateo rested his back on the chair. “Your wish is my command.” Beatrice took a deep breath. That night, she knew it was her end. She sold herself to the devil.

It was a struggle he couldn't easily resolve, a battle waged between the demands of his rationality and the thoughts of his forbidden desires. In the silence of his bedroom, Nathaniel wrestled with the thought of intimacy to get his fortune, the prospect of experiencing a love that transcended the confines of his contract marriage. He knew that the path forward was uncertain, filled with challenges and complexities, but the forbidden desire that had awakened within him could not be easily conquered.