~Steal, Kill and Destroy~

"Chloe, you know you shouldn't be here. Stepmother sent me all the way out here just to get you!"

Nadia was furious that Chloe didn't even pause to hear her out. She just kept on walking toward the hotel room where her one-night stand was meant to happen.

Her red designer heels and short crimson satin dress were enough to giveaway where she was heading, and Nadia being that close to someone dressed like her could cause distressing problems if people noticed who she was.

Frustrated and desperate, Nadia grabbed Chloe's hand, but Chloe pushed it off hers before she could even make contact. She turned to glare at Nadia, like she was going to murder her.

"What the fuck is your problem, bitch?! I have the right to live my life the way I fucking want to!"

Damn it, she was attracting attention. That was the last thing she needed.

Chloe was a stepsister that Nadia had met only three months ago, after returning to the US. Three years ago, when her father, Pastor Ezekiel, suddenly instructed her to finish the rest of her high school education in the UK, she didn't think much of it because she saw it as an opportunity to take acting lessons. Acting was her dream, and she had never been able to fulfill it in the US because of Ezekiel's strong disapproval.

But when she flew back home to surprise her father on her birthday—after her graduation party—only to discover a stepmother he had been married to for two years and a vile stepsister who was out to make Nadia's life miserable, she understood everything.

She would give anything to go back in time and stop herself from returning. It was the biggest mistake she had ever made, but what Nadia didn't realize was that she was about to make an even bigger mistake out here, in this five-star hotel.

Nadia put her hood on, hoping it would be enough to keep her face hidden, and glared back at Chloe. "You sold the rights to your life on the day you became my father's stepdaughter. Don't you get it? You can't do this."

Chloe wanted to keep on arguing with her, but instead, she brushed her off and kept walking to her destination. Nadia was afraid, as they were already too close to the room number. Though there weren't many people on this high-priced side of the hotel, Nadia couldn't find it in herself to ease her mind.

She was the pure, innocent daughter of the famous Pastor Ezekiel, whom everyone loved, but in truth, Nadia was no more than a tool used to raise her fradulent father's reputation.

Nadia was certain that his greed would be the end of him and that one day she, as a tool, would be discarded when she was no longer needed.

"Chloe, stop. Chloe!" Nadia panicked when she saw the room number and hastily ran ahead of her, blocking the door with her body as Chloe stopped in front of her, fuming like a bull that had seen red. "I won't let you through! If people find out about your idenitity and what you're about to do, Father will lose everything, including the money you keep flaunting!"

"Don't make me mad. I'm giving you until the count of five to get out of my way. I'll murder you if you don't! One... Two..."

Nadia had to think—and think fast. If she and Chloe fought in public, it would almost be as bad for her father's image as people finding out about his secret marriage.

She couldn't let anything go wrong, or both father and stepmother would kill her. Her heart raced as she tried to think of the way out. Chloe lost her cool as she pulled out her signature hairpin from her chestnut brown hair.

As soon as Chloe mentioned the 'f' in five, Nadia acted quickly and swung open the door where the forbidden one-night stand was meant to happen, closing her eyes in terror as she entered, and shut the door as fast as she opened it.

Nadia locked the door in a heartbeat and placed her hands over her chest, fighting for her breath. She didn't believe what she had just done.

Her hands shook as she held on to her baggy white hoodie, her equally baggy sweatpants hanging from her waist. Her straight, long, light auburn hair was tied in a bun, and the sneakers she wore suddenly felt so uncomfortable.

The suite was soundproof, so she couldn't hear her stepsister probably screaming on the other side of the door.

Nadia turned around, horrified at how dark the room was at night. She had rushed out of the house in only what she was wearing as soon as her stepmother sent her out to get Chloe.

The room was so big and confusing. She wasn't sure what to do now that she was here. It was highly unlikely that the man had arrived because Chloe had gotten here an hour earlier, so what she needed now was an escape route.

Desperate to leave the room, as it felt so wrong to be in there, she tried to find her way out. Her phone must have dropped somewhere, but she couldn't find it, so she blindly strode into the room, hoping for a ray of sunshine to light her dark path.

If only she knew where the damn switches were. Perhaps if she knew, she wouldn't have collided into a massive wall, almost sending her tumbling down. Except, it wasn't a wall.

A muscly and veiny hand stopped her from hitting the ground, and just as she caught her breath, trying to realize what was happening, she was thrown onto a soft, king-sized bed.

"You should have told me you had arrived."

No, it wasn't possible. It was a man. It was a man's voice!

Nadia wanted to stop this and clear out the whole confusion but got restrained when he climbed over her, pulling out a scared whimper out of the eighteen-year-old girl, her tongue twisting in fear.

The man's stunning, smoky gray eyes made her breathless, and his magnificent face and body, which resembled those of a Greek god's, had her curling her toes.

She stared in wide disbelief as the man looked down at her, interest sparkling in his stormy eyes. It was as though he had never seen anything like her.

Nadia's heart raced faster when he pulled her hairtie out of her silky hair, letting it spread free on the bed. Apparently, she was not the only one astonished at how gorgeous this man was. The devil, who had only come here to clear his head, now had different plans with this beautiful woman beneath him, her striking olive green eyes staring back at him in surprise.

He was going to devour her, and she dared not complain.

"I... I..."

Nadia tried to say something but was cut off by the momentum of his lips against hers, a feeling that sent fire through her veins and made her fall into the ditch called temptation.

This was the evil her father had been talking about—the temptation that she, as a daughter of his, should always resist. She had always been so strong-minded. She was sure that if it were anyone else in the world, she would've fought back, but now she was powerless, falling deeper and deeper as she let him take her.

He pinned her hands down to the bed and let his tongue through her gates. She moaned through the kiss, making his cock harden.

He didn't know what this woman was doing to him, but he wanted her. He wanted to have every last bite of her because tonight he would be the devil that would steal, kill, and destroy her.