The Devil's Angel

She thought she was meeting her boyfriend's family. Instead, she met the man who built it, ruthless, untouchable, and twice her age. One glance, and her safe world begins to unravel.

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"Princesse," he rasped, pulling back just enough to let his eyes drag over me, my parted lips, my bared shoulders, the way my chest rose and fell with frantic need. His hand slid higher, parting me beneath the robe. "You're mine now."

Before I could reply, his fingers pressed between my folds, the calloused pads sliding through slick heat that betrayed me completely. I moaned, sharp and helpless, my head tipping back as pleasure flooded me.

"Fuck..." The word left me broken.

His eyes darkened, watching me unravel. "Così bagnata..."

The way he said it, reverent and ruined, made my insides clench.

Two fingers slid inside me, thick and unyielding, and I cried out, clutching at his shoulders. He pumped slow at first, deliberate, like he was testing me.