Who says they don't teach romance in hell? "I am here for something that your precious heart wishes the most." He lowers his voice an octave. "Let me get my point straight, what you truly and undeniably desire." "Would you speak clearly for once?"--fumed with annoyance, she asks, more as a command than a wonder. He closes up the narrow space between the two of them and grabs her by the shoulders, firmly enough that when she tries to squirm, she is disappointed. "And you're such a smart girl," he exhales in false disappointment--"I thought you would've gotten it by now." He pauses. "I am a demon, as you call me," he says and lets the information sink in. "Although I like to give myself a more pleasing name, the Devil of Desire," he tells her, fixing his eyes sternly on the girl. "It is, after all, my un-heavenly title." !Long-ish chapters Wattpad is turning my "--" to "-" sometimes. Absolutely jarring, and all my attempts to undo it are futile.
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