All Chapters of SHE DEVIL: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Her eyes are downcast and her hair has fallen over her face, creating a curtain so that I can't see the look in her eyes. But judging by the way she's gripping the book in her hands, I'd say she's upset. From the moment I saw her through the window, my brain was fried. I haven't been able to think straight and maybe that is the reason I asked her that question. It probably reminded her how she ended up here. Was Uncle Fan good to her? What about her family? Most girls here are either orphans or were sold because their families were in need of money or in debt. What is Catalina's story? A part of me wants to know so I can understand her better but the other half hopes I never find out. Because if I find out someone hurt her and they're still breathing, I might fuck them up. Catalina doesn't belong here. This world is too dark for someone so innocent. Why the fuck hasn't Salazar sent her away? When I decided to come back, I told myself I wouldn't get involved with the business again. U

"You did that on purpose. Didn't you?" "No, Ma'am" I don't believe him. Why didn't he show up when I was asleep? "Why the fuck are you even here? Didn't you take the day off?" Salazar pins me with a glare, "You insisted I take the day off. I don't remember asking for it" "And you couldn't find something to do?" "Your safety is my priority. " I want to punch him in the balls, but I know the only way that'll ever happen is if he allows it. Aside from weighing over a hundred pounds more than I do, he's freakishly fast. There are times I'm glad for his disobedience but not today. "I was so close. Did you see him? He's halfway obsessed with me, Salazar. Give me another day. " "No. Stop playing with him. He's a dangerous man. The sooner we send him away, the better off you'll be. " Not happening. As long as Kahlo is here, he's mine to do with as I please. And contrary to what Salazar thinks, he's not the boss of me. I can do whatever I want. "What is it?" I snap because d

Catalina has been avoiding me. She didn't come down for dinner yesterday, claiming she had a headache. Then during breakfast today, she mumbled a good morning, took a piece of toast, and was out the door before I could reply. I'm guessing her behavior has something to do with what happened with that woman. I'll reserve my judgement until I find out the truth but what I won't do is let her put a distance between us. I liked spending the afternoon with her even though she'd been asleep most of the time. I knew I was fucked when I started entertaining thoughts of taking over the Cartel so she'd be free but spending hours watching her sleep only goes to show how much shit I'm in. Since when do I spend so much time with a woman I only want to fuck? The last time I watched a movie was in high school and the girl who'd come to my place was naked before the introduction ended. But yesterday I was content to sit there with Catalina beside me. It didn't matter that she didn't talk. After I not

The house is bigger than I imagined. The entry gate leads to a paved driveway that branches into a path that guides you to the front door. The landscaping is well-maintained, with neatly trimmed grass, small trees, and plant beds that create a clean and orderly look. The two-storey house has a white exterior and contrasting dark, metal roofing. A large black-framed double door with windows on either side opens and an older couple walks out. They must be the caretakers Kahlo mentioned earlier. Smiling, he turns the engine off and opens his door. I'm wondering if I should wait for him to open mine when suddenly, a younger woman emerges from behind the couple. She's blonde, wearing cowboy boots with a red long-sleeve off-shoulder dress that clings to her body. My guess is she's the couple's daughter because employees don't walk around freely and there's no way in hell they'd dress like that to shove horse shit or do dishes. Which means, she did it to impress Kahlo. Immediately, I decide

My hands slide down her wet body, shaping the lines and dips of her hourglass figure. Kneading her round ass before slinking back up her thighs and stomach to cup her breasts. Massaging the soft mounds. I watch the droplets of water bounce off her nipples, wanting to lick them but too fascinated to move. Because a small part of me is obsessed with breasts, I know this set is real and not fake. I'm spellbound by the way they sit on her chest, the mattering of freckles on her cleavage that is only visible when one is close enough, and the perfect shape of her nipples. Just the right size for my fingers and mouth.k I fucked her in the kitchen. It was fast and we both came but it was nowhere near satisfactory. The hunger is still there. This, whatever it is she awakened in me is insatiable, and deep down I know it'll never be enough. No matter how many times I have her, I'll never tire of her. She's got a hold of me like no other woman ever has but instead of panicking, I welcome it. Embr