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"Ms.Roy, I hope you are comfortable." He says very politely, eyes raking down my figure -undressing me with his burning gaze.
I scoff, trying not to let my tremor come undone as his eyes pin me down.
"As comfortable as-" I jaggle at my cuffed hands with a half-sob-half-grin, "These can be, not recommended."
Dev laughs, his adam rolling under tanned skin of his long throat.
"We will have a very good time together, Ms.Roy."
I swallow, no doubt at that, there's no bargain.
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Rasha Roy, undercover assainsin, on-cover notorious journalist is not going to spare Dev Assad, and his pastel suit, and his billion dollar Cartel hiding under his soft perfect smile.
Her juicy gossip is only a plot to bleed him dry.
But when she stops their petty dance at once, and leaves him wondering. Dev doesn't like getting ignored. He doesn't like leaving things unfinished.
He's the devil. And his bargain is deadly.
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This story contains dark themes: Kidnapping, forced proximity, bondage, manipulation, cartel, violence, gun play, knife play, dub con, etc.