Rolling The Dice

"You like this, don't you, bella?" he murmured, his voice softer now, almost mocking as he traced his fingers down my side.

I nodded, unable to form words, my body completely at his mercy as my knees dug into the mattress beneath me. Bent over, under his spell.

"Say it," he demanded, his hands tightening around my hips in a bruising grip, each thrust sending a shock of pleasure coursing through my body like magma.

"Yeah," I managed, my voice quivering.

"Good." He leaned over, caging me between his arms as his teeth grazed the side of my neck, just enough to make me gasp.

"Because you're mine, Andrea. Don't you ever fucking forget that, sí?"

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A poor nobody, that's all she's ever been. Andrea's life had always been about surviving in the dark, her light still shining weakly.

When you hear his name, your body will paralyze in fear. Caesar's family needs an heir, but he is cold-hearted; he doesn't have time for love, let alone an heir.

Until her.

His eyes of desire and her soul full of fire.

What happens when corruption and purity clash together in an unexpected gamble between heaven and hell?

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