THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS

Chapter Ten - Typically A Nobody!

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV

"W-what?" She stammered.

I pulled her swiftly by the hips, feeling the soft press of her chest against mine. The impact was immediate and she gasped. My grip remained firm on her hips, locking her in place.

"Prove yourself to me, kitten." I demanded, my voice low.

"Raphaël..." Her voice cracked as she tried to shove me away, but her eyes betrayed the uncertainty she was feeling. I held her closer, her resistance only stirring something deeper within me.

"I already told you what to call me." I whispered, leaning in.

Her flushed cheeks, the way she averted her eyes, every ounce of her resistance only fueled my hunger for her.

"Damien...please." She breathed my name, her voice barely a whisper as her gaze flicked away. I slowly released her, watching as she stumbled clumsily back into the chair.

"Are you going to do it or not?" I asked again, watching her wrestle with her emotions.

She turned the chair to face me, frustration flashing in her eyes as she pushed stray strands of hair from her face.

"Just to get this stupid job?" Her voice was tight with anger. I nodded, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

"Okay." After a tense pause, she slowly stood from the chair, her movements deliberate. I watched her intently, studying every subtle shift in her expression.

She knelt before me, her delicate light green eyes fixed on mine as her hands rested on my knees. A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth when I felt my body react to her proximity.

But before I could relish the moment, she suddenly stood, grabbing the whiskey glass from my desk and throwing the remaining liquid straight into my face.

The shock was immediate, the whiskey stinging as it dripped down my face. I blinked, slowly opening my eyes, realizing I had let my guard down, if only for a second.

I looked at her, her chest heaving in anger, the glass clutched in her trembling hand.

"Fuck you and fuck this job, Damien." She spat, slamming the glass onto the desk with a sharp clink.

I wiped my face with a slow move of my hand, my temper simmering just beneath the surface. I stood, my movements calculated as I watched her eyes widen in panic. She took a few steps back, her confidence wavering as she went towards the exit.

I approached her, silent and predatory, watching her fumble with the doorknob, too flustered to get it open. She pulled instead of turning it.

"Damien..." She turned, eyes squeezed shut, expecting retaliation. I pinned her against the door, placing my hands on either side of her head, trapping her in.

"I didn't mean to..." She whispered, her voice barely audible. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. I studied her face, my curiosity piqued by this unsolved mystery before me.

I lifted her chin with my thumb, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Are you afraid of me?" I asked, my voice a low murmur.

She opened her eyes slowly, tears brimming at the edges as she looked away. "Yes."

Normally, I would relish in the fear of those who crossed me, but something about her intrigued me. Roxanne...she was different.

"I won't hurt you." I told her, surprising even myself with the admission.

My thumb lingered on her chin as her eyes searched mine for sincerity. "But this is how hard it could be for you to work here."

She blinked, confusion crossing her features. "What do you mean?"