All Chapters of Playing the Devil's Game: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I screamed as the last of my orgasms hit me, and I watched Russo stare at me like I was some sort of trophy. He looked satisfied, almost like he had met his goal. I hate how much I was starting to overthink the sex, but watching him look at me like that didn’t please me like I thought it would. It even made me feel worse, and I felt like I shouldn’t have agreed to let him sleep with me or even spend the night in my bed. I got off the bed, and Russo’s hands reached for mine; he looked worried, and I swallowed painfully. There’s no way I could tell him how I feel. I didn't want to do that, especially since he has always accused me of running. Sex with him was enjoyable; scratch that, it was the best I’ve ever had. I don’t think I could quickly get the feeling out of my head. “Are you okay, Alissa?” he asked worriedly, and I wanted to scream no. I wanted to ask if that's how he treated all of his former personal aides and if that’s how he fucks every woman that shows up in his empire.

Sitting by the car in a dark alley and laughing at whatever Russo was saying wasn’t one of the ways I pictured spending tonight. First, it was a fantastic dinner, and now it’s the tales. I tried to focus on the man and the way we were holding hands, but it was getting difficult for me. He was too tempting to resist, a beautiful temptation. “If you keep looking at me like that butterfly, I will take you here and have you fill this alley with your screams.” he retorted, which seemed to snap me out. I flashed him another smile. Since he packed the car by the side of the road and he got down to sit at the back with me, We’ve done a lot of things. We made out for almost fifteen minutes, and now we were just talking about random things; it was relaxing even for me. “I hated the whole class after that, and I never spoke to her or anybody again.” he continued, and I started to laugh again. He was telling me about the time in middle school when he got rejected, and he had to take it the hard

Rusoo pulled me closer before he started to kiss me and every pepe talk I gave myself about nt kissing him, unless its absolutely necessary flew out of the window and I wrapped my hands around him. I once read that i am sorry sex bangs harder and i hope tonight even bangs harder thna the imaginations in my head. He sucked my tongue for a while before his hands made its way to my nightwear, they were unbutoming my shirt very fats and if i knew he would come back here tonight, maybe I would have stayed naked. “The things you do to me butterfly, you have no idea” he groaned after breaking away from the kiss and he moved his mouth down to my neck, to trail kisses along them. The feeling was sending em and I rubbed my hand all over his torso, creating chain of hot feeling where my hands was. He flipped us over and he was on top of me before kissing me again and this time, one of his hands made it to my neck in a light choking manner, before he shoved his tongue right into my throat. He

The morning light streamed through the bedroom window, warming the sheets beside me, but it did little to thaw the frostiness that had settled between Russo and me. I blinked, still feeling the discomfort of him leaving early without a word. It was silly, really, to be bothered by his absence, but I couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in my gut.He was back to acting like the way he was acting,Ike I wasn’t a human or like I didn’t matter. Just a quick hole for his pleasure release and I was hating myself even more. Maybe I should try another method on doing my job, I should have known from the first time we met that a man like Russo doesn’t have anything to offer me. I dressed quickly, slipping into a sleek black dress suitable for another day at the office, though today, the thought of work left me less than enthused. Russo had always been the man of few words in the morning, but today he seemed to take it to a new level, ignoring my presence as if I were a mere shadow.We exchanged

As I carefully applied the cool, soothing lotion to my skin, I heard a soft knock on the door. My heart quickened as I recognized Russo's voice. "Alissa, can I come in?""Of course," I replied, my voice slightly trembling. I quickly wiped my hands on a towel and turned to face the door, feeling a mixture of surprise and anticipation.Russo entered, his eyes roaming over the skincare products on my vanity and the soft light that bathed the room. "You're still up?"I nodded, a little flustered by his unexpected visit. "Couldn't sleep."His gaze lingered on me as I continued my skincare routine, a mix of serums and creams to keep my skin healthy and glowing. "I see. Alissa, did that guy, hurt you earlier?"I met Russo's gaze, my surprise growing. "No, he didn't hurt me. He was just... odd."Russo's expression softened with relief, and he exhaled. "Good. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if he had."I placed the final touches on my skincare routine, feeling Russo's presence linger in the ro