Could you love a man who was a monster? Could you love someone who has murdered countless people?
For Devine Bennet, there is no option. Growing up in a small town, she had one close friend. Devan Valentador. Devan and Devine were inseparable, when...
I wrapped a leg around Devan's. His graceful movements had me worked to the max. My full lips spread apart as he smirked like the devil. I gracefully spun as he worked to get me back into his arms.
The crowd gave off ooos and ahs as my handsome devil spun me into a lunge. My slit touched my pelvic bone and I heard Devan growl as every man in the room's eye was drawn to my exposed skin.
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My mind whirled as I was lifted from the lunge and into a dip. The skin that was flashing everwhere, was giving me the upper hand. My partner's eyes, blown wide with lust, devoured my body, my curves. A small smirk touched my features. I brought pleasure to my master. I smiled a bit and hitched my leg tighter around his and dipped exposing my cleavage. The song was seductive and the lowlight was giving me an unearthly glow.
His hand touched my tightened core and my mouth dropped in a sigh. The men in the room, eyes pinned to the dance in front of them, applauded as though Devan had taken me right there, not a simple tango. I smirked and thread my hands through my master's hair. He bit my neck lightly and then the music ended and I curtsied.
We stood and walked out to the crowd.
"Baby girl, you will have the rest tonight." He purred in my ear as his possessive grip tightened around my abdomen. "You will know no other name besides mine." He looked down at me flushed.
"Are you so sure?" I coyly licked my lips and sauntered towards the bar. Grasping a red wine in hand, I walked, making sure my hips moved to perfection, towards our table.
I could feel Devan's dark eyes following, tracing, and I knew I had begun something sinful. Something so huge I would live to remember.
Devine weaved through the crowd with her flawless pale skin and her delicious curves on display for all eyes to see. She knew. The little minx knew that I would not like it, yet she did it anyways.
I turned to Mina, one of my maids and whispered for her to prepare the 'room.' Her eyes went wide and she scuttled off to do my bidding.
I sat back as I watched my prize talk with the other women here in this hell hole of a life. All of them were either captive or they were the wealthy's wives and daughters. She laughed and her body shook. My insides went wild at the thought of her shaking underneath me.
"Excuse me, Devan."
I whirled and touched my pistol in my suitcoat. "Yes."
"I have a proposition." The older gentleman nodded to the bar and we strode off to do business.
I sighed as the final guest left and I tiredly walked upstairs. I knew Devan wanted something, and I knew how I was going to get it. It was time to match my devil and become his temptress. I walked up to our bedroom and went straight to my lingerie section. Hundreds of teddy's, playful panties and bralettes, and my favorite, hot and sexy met my gaze.
I went through and looked at the bold crimsons. The crimson was his favorite color on me, I knew that from years ago. I fingered through the assortment of options and stopped when I saw the one that would take down this emperor.
A bold crimson lace leading into a collar with diamonds ,strapping my breasts in a crisscross pattern, barely holding them in place and the crotchless panties attached to the lace. I turned in a circle admiring my body. This would make him drool with lust and anticipation.
I went through my heels before settling on a pair of Louboutins. The tall black stilettos made my legs look even longer and I tested my balance, by dropping to a squat and rubbing my hips in a seductive circle.
My makeup, still crisp and clean, made me look every bit the temptress I was. My blonde hair, caught up in a half up half down style made my strong jaw look as sharp as crystal.
I walked slowly to my robes and grabbed a crimson lace one, that dipped a little too low in the front and exposed a bit too much in the rear. I had a feeling he would be surprised with the little act I had planned for that evening.
"Miss, Mr. Valentador will see you now." The timid maid smiled and led me to the secret room that Devan had set aside. "Enjoy your evening miss." She smiled and backed away.
I walked into the darkly lit room and took in everything. The giant black bed in the center, the pole to the side, speakers, chains, cuffs. All things foreign to me, minus the pole.
