"You are mine, Estrellita. You have always been mine," he whispered to the night. "And I tend to take care of what belongs to me. Especially when it comes to you."
In the next instant, his lips met mine, drawing away the chill and replacing it with his warmth. The sensation of his skin against mine was like a fire, and my pussy throbbed, ignited with desire.
I was stirred by the Devil's touch. I was twistedly aroused by the Devil.
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Silent Rivers. Silent Tears. Roaring Courage.
In the tranquil town of LarksVille, a web of deceit, cruelty, and hidden wounds lies hidden. Anastasia, a brilliant and determined college student, becomes an unlikely saviour as she exposes tormentors who have terrorized Preston University for too long.
Beneath the idyllic surface of this small, close-knit community, Anastasia peels back layers of secrets, betrayal, and long-held grudges, uncovering a haunting history of bullying that has shattered lives and left scars both seen and unseen.
But when suddenly the hunter becomes the prey, who's going to save the hunter?
They have only one clue. A common pattern. A cryptic message, "Devil."
With every revelation, Anastasia inches closer to the truth, but she also draws nearer to the shadows that threaten to consume her.
Yet, as Ana navigates through the complexities of justice, she finds herself entangled in a chilling game. A stalker, equally compelling and dangerously enigmatic, emerges from the shadows. Despite the alluring warmth of Lorenzo, Ana remains haunted by the chilling presence of the Devil, her relentless and fearsome stalker.
Who is the "Devil"? A psycho killer with a mind of intelligence or a victim seeking revenge?
If so, then who's next?
As Anastasia finally confronts the darkness lurking in her community, another web of truth thrives. "The ending is only the beginning."
"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me.
"I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice.
He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine.
He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch."
He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again.
I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't."
He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?"
He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core.
No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close.
He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife."
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Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her.
But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt?
or
There's something more in this?
But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them?
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