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Periswua but it seems like it didn’t even exist at the first place. He was handsomely sleeping that I didn’t catch myself staring for too long not until he opened his eyes and met mine. He was smirking at me. Feeling arrogant that he saw me staring. “ I know that I am handsome, Devon. If you want to stare at me, you should ask for permission though,” he said cockily. I rolled my eyes and rose from my feet, arranging and picking all of the books that are scattered. Alpha Antonio is a genius. He knows how to find the exact thing, he knows how to execute a great plan. He was the brainy one and that shows on how he highlights the every pages of this book that has somehow a clue to what we are ex

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers in the hair out of frustration. "What's the deal?" Right now, I want her underneath me, withering and moaning with pleasure while I ruin her hole for good. "Another contract with you." She did not hesitate to say that and I expected that. Delilah Richards is no less than a prostitute. A prostitute warms someone's bed for the sake of money and she does the same for the offers. That's how she became an A-listed model. A contract with the Weavers is enough for anyone's career. Although she is a slut but she is talented. I cannot deny that but I hate the fact that talent is underrated for her and she seals the deals with her body instead.

So people being wary of pretty people makes sense. The biblical devil was the most beautiful. Still, I cling to the Earth expression, the greatest trick the devil played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. For all the forms that evil takes, I know that true Devils lie in the details that every one seems to miss. Details, I shouldn’t have missed.

Why claim to love me if he couldn't even fulfill my deepest desires? I had to resort to option B: pulling his trusted right-hand man, Devan, straight into my bed to do the job. Devan was incredibly secretive and careful, which made the arrangement completely perfect. He knew his place, and he knew exactly how to keep his mouth shut. “C’mon, take it,” Devan groaned, his voice deep and gravelly as he thrust harder into me, his heavy palm spanking my skin in perfect unison. The raw, forbidden heat of his body glued me to the mattress.

I savoured her taste like a hungry beast, even her mouth tasted like cherry. My blood thrummed. Her lips were so soft and warm that I couldn't resist another taste. God! Why was her scent so intoxicating? It wasn't this prominent before, since when did I become this attracted? She moaned, running her hands over my neck. It was electrifying, I haven't been this aroused my whole life. At this rate, I might take advantage of her. She was vulnerable; I have her at my mercy. The devil in me was eager to corrupt her. To dirty her in all ways possible.

• Psychological Play & Obsession – Not your average romance; this love is dangerous, addictive, and consuming. If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please exit now. This book was written for dark-minded adult readers who embrace forbidden fantasies and an unfiltered, primal imagination. You have been warned. Now, step inside… if you dare. THE DEVIL’S VISIT BOOK 1 Intro; Zoey is a simple housewife whose husband is never home, leaving her lonely, touch starved, and constantly craving the attention he no longer gives her. The silence inside their marriage slowly becomes an illness one that keeps her awake at night with dangerous thoughts and secret desires she’s too ashamed to admit out

I clutched my jeans tightly and put my head to the wall. “He is obviously shameless. How would he throw himself on the school’s champion? Is he that desperate to be noticed?” One of the guys sneered. “The proposal felt too real lol. I hope Caine finds happiness but definitely not in ass Karel.” Another added. The shuffles got closer. I almost sank into the walls, hands clamped over my mouth. “I didn’t say shit about him. I wouldn’t be Devries’ next victim.” The third guy dried his hands with a towel.

Dev leaned in even closer, his scorching breath brushing tantalizingly against her trembling, pale lips as his dark gaze devoured every inch of her terrified expression. "Answer me," Dev commanded in a dangerously soft whisper, his thumb slowly tracing the line of her lower lip. "Because if you've never experienced what real desire feels like, I am giving you my personal assurance... once I take you to my bed, I will satisfy every inch of your body so thoroughly that you will completely forget your own name. The only thing echoing from your lips will be mine." Galled to her very core by his vile, shameless words, Divya felt a surge of raw revulsion overpower her fear. With the last desperate

No, I am not - With this, I shut my door and waited for Daisy to come back. "What do we have here?" Devon asked when he saw Charles with an unk– "Why are you bringing an imposter in here!?" Devon yelled. "Everyone has his bad side and good side too. But, Mensaviv here wants to tell you something and help you find the book you have been looking for." Charles declared. Devon kept his cool and glared at Mensaviv. "And how is he going to do it?" Devon asked out of curiosity.