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DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV"W-what?" She stammered.I pulled her swiftly by the hips, feeling the soft press of her chest against mine. The impact was immediate and she gasped. My grip remained firm on her hips, locking her in place."Prove yourself to me, kitten." I demanded, my voice low."Raphaël..." Her voice cracked as she tried to shove me away, but her eyes betrayed the uncertainty she was feeling. I held her closer, her resistance only stirring something deeper within me."I already told you what to call me." I whispered, leaning in. Her flushed cheeks, the way she averted her eyes, every ounce of her resistance only fueled my hunger for her."Damien...please." She breathed my name, her voice barely a whisper as her gaze flicked away. I slowly released her, watching as she stumbled clumsily back into the chair."Are you going to take this dick or not?" I asked again, watching her wrestle with her emotions. She turned the chair to face me, frustration flashing in her eyes as she pu
Last Updated : 2025-04-17The Devil's Mistress 21
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV "Damien, the..." She paused, clearly flustered. By then, I was already standing beside her, unable to resist. She looked up at me, frustration written all over her face. "A kiss to open the door." I suggested, my voice playful. Her wide eyes blinked up at me and for a moment, I marveled at her innocence; it was hard to believe she was nearly twenty. "Damien, I need to go home." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "It's late and I'll need to catch a cab before midnight." I checked my watch; it was just past 9 p.m. "What's wrong with your car?" I asked, though I already knew from Fred that it was out of gas. She sighed, her voice tinged with annoyance. "I had to sell it." I raised a brow at the fact Fred hadn't mentioned it. "Damien, the door..." She said again, her fingers brushing the knob. I exhaled slowly, still unsure of why I found her so intriguing. "I'll drop you home." I said, retrieving my jacket from the chair. "I have to check on Ang
Last Updated : 2025-04-18The Devil's Mistress 22
ROXANNE POV I stood in Damien's office, feeling like a prop left out too long under a spotlight. The waitress uniform clung to me tighter than I'd like—black, sleeveless, cut to show just enough to keep the men tipping and the women glaring. The fishnet stockings itched faintly against my skin and my heels were already making their presence known. I balanced the empty tray in one hand, the other resting lightly on my hip, doing my best not to shift under his quiet gaze. Damien was settled behind his desk, leaned back in his leather chair like he owned the damn world—and maybe he did, at least this one. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, the fabric stretched just enough to show the toned lines of his chest beneath. The sleeves were rolled up casually, his wrists glinting with the sleek silver watch he never seemed to take off. He said nothing, just watched me—those unreadable eyes dragging over me in a way that wasn't entirely professional. Not that I expected any
Last Updated : 2025-04-19The Devil's Mistress 23
ROXANNE POV Samuel, the bartender who helped me the other night, tried to lift my spirits after my first shift by offering me a ride home.As we drove toward my apartment, I groaned, staring at him in frustration. "What was I doing wrong?"He chuckled softly, keeping his eyes on the road. "You didn't do anything wrong. You just need to be more patient."I sighed, feeling deflated. "The other waitresses seem to get tips so easily, especially from those drunk, desperate guys.""They're natural flirts." He explained, shrugging. "It makes it easier for them. But that doesn't mean you're bad at it."I huffed. "So, basically, I'm a terrible flirt."He glanced at me and chuckled. "You're beautiful, Roxanne." "Makes me curious to see how you'd look with a bit of makeup." His teasing tone softened my mood and I found myself chuckling too."So, to be blunt..." He added, turning his attention back to the road."You're probably the most natural flirt there. You just don't realize it yet." His w
Last Updated : 2025-04-19The Devil's Mistress 01: Trapped
ROXANNE POV They never saw it coming—twelve men, twelve bodies and I hadn't even laid a finger on them. The house always felt like it was holding its breath, suffocating and still, like it was waiting for something to go wrong.A car accident took my mother's life when I was twelve and in its aftermath, I ended up in the care of Garry, my stepfather. Not just any stepfather. Garry was the relentless leader of the Goons Gang. My memories of that time were fractured, like scattered puzzle pieces I couldn't quite put together. I'd survived the crash, but not unscathed. I'd woken up from a coma with no memory of the accident, or much of my childhood.Garry had filled in the gaps; telling me about a father I couldn't remember, a man who had been sentenced to life for murder.I hadn't known enough to question it and even if I had, who could I turn to? For the last five years, my life has been a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.Garry flat-out refused to pay for any medical treatment
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Devil's Mistress 02: Stranger
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The gun was loaded, the safety off. All that was left was to decide how much his life was worth to him."Please..." His voice cracked, sweat dripping down his face. "I'll give you five million. Just let me live.""Ten." I circled him, calmly.His eyes darted. "Deal. But...who sent you?"I ignored the question. "Where's the check?"He nodded shakily toward the desk. I grabbed the checkbook and pen, tossing them in front of him. Loosening the ropes slightly, I waited.His hands shook as he scrawled the amount.I took the check, glanced at it and tucked it into my jacket.Turning to the door, I paused, letting his relief hang in the air."I’ve already got fifteen million to kill you." I said, glancing back, as the color began to drain from his face. "And I didn’t agree to your offer."His face paled, panic setting in. "No, wait..."The single shot cracked through the air, the bullet embedding itself neatly between his eyes. His head snapped back, a trickle of blood r
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Devil's Mistress 03: The Diner
ROXANNE POV The cool evening air brushed against my skin as I walked down the block, grocery bags in hand.My car—a dented old sedan I was still making payments on—sat a few blocks away.A nagging feeling crept over me as if someone was following me and I glanced over my shoulder. Something felt off.Instead of heading toward my car, I kept walking, tightening my grip on the grocery bags. The block wasn't completely deserted, but it was sparse enough that help would be hard to find.Then I saw it—the small diner where I've been working the night shift, its neon sign glowing faintly in the distance. It was tucked into a quiet corner of the block.I headed straight for it, quickening my pace without breaking into a full run. As I neared the entrance, I caught sight of a few people inside, their voices faintly audible even through the glass. Relief washed over me. Pushing the door open, I was greeted by the familiar clang of the bell above it. The owner, Gladys, stood behind the co
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Devil's Mistress 04: The Child
ROXANNE POV I jumped out of the car and knelt beside the man, my breath catching in my throat. My hands trembled as I cupped his face, trying to steady him—or myself, I wasn’t sure. "Shit...shit...look at me!" I muttered, as I scanned his features for any sign of recognition. His eyelids fluttered and for a brief moment, his chestnut eyes opened. They were unfocused, hazy, but alive. Relief hit me, though it was quickly replaced by a strange sense of familiarity. Something about him tugged at me—a face I should know, a name I couldn’t quite place. Before I could make sense of it, his eyes slid shut, his body going limp. "Daddy!" The sharp, high-pitched cry startled me. I turned and saw a little girl rushing toward us, her light brown eyes filled with fear, tears streaming down her face. She dropped to her knees beside me, her tiny hands pressing against his chest and her sobs grew louder. "Hey, hey, it’s okay," I murmured, softening my tone as I reached out to her.
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ROXANNE POV Samuel, the bartender who helped me the other night, tried to lift my spirits after my first shift by offering me a ride home.As we drove toward my apartment, I groaned, staring at him in frustration. "What was I doing wrong?"He chuckled softly, keeping his eyes on the road. "You didn't do anything wrong. You just need to be more patient."I sighed, feeling deflated. "The other waitresses seem to get tips so easily, especially from those drunk, desperate guys.""They're natural flirts." He explained, shrugging. "It makes it easier for them. But that doesn't mean you're bad at it."I huffed. "So, basically, I'm a terrible flirt."He glanced at me and chuckled. "You're beautiful, Roxanne." "Makes me curious to see how you'd look with a bit of makeup." His teasing tone softened my mood and I found myself chuckling too."So, to be blunt..." He added, turning his attention back to the road."You're probably the most natural flirt there. You just don't realize it yet." His w
The Devil's Mistress 22
ROXANNE POV I stood in Damien's office, feeling like a prop left out too long under a spotlight. The waitress uniform clung to me tighter than I'd like—black, sleeveless, cut to show just enough to keep the men tipping and the women glaring. The fishnet stockings itched faintly against my skin and my heels were already making their presence known. I balanced the empty tray in one hand, the other resting lightly on my hip, doing my best not to shift under his quiet gaze. Damien was settled behind his desk, leaned back in his leather chair like he owned the damn world—and maybe he did, at least this one. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, the fabric stretched just enough to show the toned lines of his chest beneath. The sleeves were rolled up casually, his wrists glinting with the sleek silver watch he never seemed to take off. He said nothing, just watched me—those unreadable eyes dragging over me in a way that wasn't entirely professional. Not that I expected any
The Devil's Mistress 21
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV "Damien, the..." She paused, clearly flustered. By then, I was already standing beside her, unable to resist. She looked up at me, frustration written all over her face. "A kiss to open the door." I suggested, my voice playful. Her wide eyes blinked up at me and for a moment, I marveled at her innocence; it was hard to believe she was nearly twenty. "Damien, I need to go home." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "It's late and I'll need to catch a cab before midnight." I checked my watch; it was just past 9 p.m. "What's wrong with your car?" I asked, though I already knew from Fred that it was out of gas. She sighed, her voice tinged with annoyance. "I had to sell it." I raised a brow at the fact Fred hadn't mentioned it. "Damien, the door..." She said again, her fingers brushing the knob. I exhaled slowly, still unsure of why I found her so intriguing. "I'll drop you home." I said, retrieving my jacket from the chair. "I have to check on Ang
The Devil's Mistress 20
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV"W-what?" She stammered.I pulled her swiftly by the hips, feeling the soft press of her chest against mine. The impact was immediate and she gasped. My grip remained firm on her hips, locking her in place."Prove yourself to me, kitten." I demanded, my voice low."Raphaël..." Her voice cracked as she tried to shove me away, but her eyes betrayed the uncertainty she was feeling. I held her closer, her resistance only stirring something deeper within me."I already told you what to call me." I whispered, leaning in. Her flushed cheeks, the way she averted her eyes, every ounce of her resistance only fueled my hunger for her."Damien...please." She breathed my name, her voice barely a whisper as her gaze flicked away. I slowly released her, watching as she stumbled clumsily back into the chair."Are you going to take this dick or not?" I asked again, watching her wrestle with her emotions. She turned the chair to face me, frustration flashing in her eyes as she pu
The Devil's Mistress 19
ROXANNE POV "R-Raphaël?" I stammered, my breath catching as his chestnut eyes locked with mine. "What's my name?" He asked, his voice smooth but commanding. His white shirt clinging to his toned body while his jacket hung casually on the back of his chair. I ignored his question, blurting out, "What are you doing here?" He leaned back in his seat, loosening his tie, a faint smirk on his face as the dim lights highlighted his sharp features. "Don't make me ask twice." He said, his gaze unwavering. I suddenly realized how quiet the room was...soundproof. The muffled thumping of the nightclub outside barely reached my ears. A sense of unease settled over me as I tried to make sense of the situation. Before I could speak again, he stood and began to approach me, his presence growing more intense with each step. "Raph...Damien..." I quickly corrected myself, rising from the chair, but before I could move, he stood behind me, his hands gripping the armrests. "And where do you th
The Devil's Mistress 18
ROXANNE POV I’d been walking around for hours, bouncing from one place to the next, searching for a reasonable gig and nothing had panned out. Every spot I tried either said they weren’t hiring or gave me that polite smile that said, “you’re not what we’re looking for.” I was just about ready to call it a night, maybe grab something cheap and greasy before heading back to the apartment, when I heard it: the pulsing thud of music spilling out into the street ahead. I slowed as I passed the nightclub, its tinted windows flashing with colored lights, bass vibrating up through the sidewalk. A job vacancy notice was taped to the glass—crooked, like someone had slapped it there in a hurry. Just a scrap of hope in a sea of rejections. I paused, glanced down at my hoodie and jeans, then back at the door. Not exactly the kind of place I pictured myself working and definitely not somewhere I wanted to draw attention. But the way things were going, I couldn’t afford to be picky
The Devil's Mistress 17
ROXANNE POV The fake passport slid across the scratched-up countertop with a soft thud. I picked it up, flipping it open, eyes scanning the name and picture that didn’t look entirely like me—but close enough to pass. The laminated page smelled faintly of plastic and printer ink, still warm from the machine. Behind the counter, the girl who’d made it sat cross-legged in a battered gaming chair, one eye on her screen, the other—barely—on me. Her tattoos crawled up both arms like vines and she had three rings in her bottom lip while she chomped on her gum. The keys clicked furiously as she smashed them in rapid bursts. Some sort of zombie game. It was hard to tell. I turned the passport sideways, testing the photo page’s bend, then looked up at her with a dry smile. "Do you ever need an extra hand around here? I’ve got a steady one." She snorted without looking away from her screen, raised one pierced brow and chewed her gum louder. "You don’t look like you’d last five minu
The Devil's Mistress 16
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV I sat alone in my study, nursing a glass of whiskey with contracts scattered on my desk. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment of quiet, when the door swung open. Thomas stumbled in, slightly breathless. "Apologies for the intrusion, Boss." He muttered, straightening his glasses nervously. I kept silent, swirling the whiskey in my glass, waiting for him to explain. "But, it's Angel." He hesitated before pointing over his shoulder. "She's throwing another tantrum." I sighed, setting the empty glass down as I referred to the nanny. "Where's Mrs. Jones?" "She called in sick this morning." He shifted awkwardly. I loosened my tie and stood, heading for the door. "Where is she?" I asked, checking the time. It was just past 7 PM. I had a meeting in a couple of hours, but there was time to deal with this. "In her room." Thomas followed closely as we made our way down the hall. When we reached Angel's bedroom, I found her bouncing on the bed in her pajama
The Devil's Mistress 15
DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV The phone vibrated in my jacket pocket just as I tightened the noose around the man's neck. A finance mogul—a man who had built his empire on greed and deception. He had orchestrated the recent attacks against me, thinking he could eliminate the problem before it turned on him. He thought wrong. I picked up the call without hesitation, my eyes never leaving the trembling bastard standing on the chair in front of me. The ceiling fan above him creaked slightly under the weight of the rope I had secured. "She's on the move again." Fred's voice came through the line. I tilted my head slightly. "To where?" Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows as the businessman's eyes darted between me and the noose, sweat trailing down his temple as if he still had a choice. "Taking a cab," Fred continued, background noise filtering through the line. "Looks like she ran out of gas. No sign of her car." I chuckled under my breath. "Tell me, is she alon
