'Devil In Love' 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗢𝗻𝗲
•𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆•
Anirudh Roy Chowdhury a well-known billionaire and mafia king.
Bondita Das a simple, innocent girl.
Anirudh, a formidable figu...
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I glare at my little angel standing in the middle of her red room...
So fucking divine.
So fragile. So unaware of what she’s about to unlock.
Her shoulders were tensed—oh no, she was tense. Scared.
Good. She should be.
I took a slow step closer, my boots quiet against the marble floor, until my chest nearly brushed her back—but I didn’t let it touch. Not yet. Let her see. Let her feel.
Let her fear it before she begs for it.
I inhaled her scent—sweet, intoxicating, warm—and my eyes fluttered shut for just a second.
The thought of her in this room… wearing nothing, bound, crying my name? It was enough to make the devil inside me roar with hunger.
It’s not like I haven’t imagined her here before. Oh, maybe I did.
No. Not maybe.
Definitely. Everything. Every minute. Every second.
Another step. And this time—my body touched hers.
She froze. Like a doll placed in the wrong house.
So still she didn’t even breathe.
My hands were twitching with need, with the urge to touch, to dominate, to make her mine right there—but no. Not yet. She had to understand what this room means before I ruin her completely.
I leaned down, my lips inches from her ear, and said lowly, “Relax…”
Her breath caught, and then slowly—inch by inch—her chest started to rise and fall again. Her head turned, eyes darting up to mine, her mouth slightly parted.
Her face was tense, beautifully confused, as she took a step back.
I let her.
Because she was going in. And there was no turning back.
Oh, my little angel… You’re stepping into the devil’s cage.
