(Roselle's POV)
As I gazed at him, his infuriating smirk only made my annoyance grow.
"You damn bastard," I hissed, narrowing my athyst eyes. "Fine. Take the lead—but you better not stop. Keep pounding ."
I saw the flicker of amusent in his erald eyes, but before I could react, he flipped over, spreading my legs apart with no hesitation.
A wave of heat rushed through .
Humiliation. Excitent.
I gritted my teeth, glaring at him. "Fuck you, Samuel!!!"
But all he did was grin darkly before slamming deep inside .
"Ahhh!!! You shaless wolf!!!" I moaned loudly, my body still sensitive from my last release.
He leaned in, his hot breath brushing against my ear as his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
"Your moans are better than anything, Roselle." His hips pounded into rcilessly.
"Even that bitch Bardot can't compare to you."
His lips curled into a smirk, his words laced with temptation.
"Actually... no woman can compare to such a perfect body like yours."
A shudder ran through .
This damn bastard.
He dared to compare to Abigail Bardot?!
And yet—
My heart... fluttered.
Damn it!
A growl escaped my lips, my pride igniting into pure dominance.
I leaned in, sinking my teeth into his neck—hard, marking him with deep love bites.
His low groan sent shivers down my spine.
I licked the mark, whispering seductively, "Dare compare to that bitch again, and I'll show you why I'm the Queen."
I pressed my lips against his chest, savoring the feel of his irresistible body. In a low, husky tone, I murmured, "Tell you enjoyed the sound of my moans for you."
Then I trailed my teeth along his biceps, my moans growing louder. "Ahhhh! Now, tell —how many tis did she sleep with other n? I'd love to double that pleasure if you'd give this delight again and again."
I studied his face—the infuriating, self-assured smirk, those perfect features that could make any woman weak at the knees. Consud by jealousy as I recalled how many tis that wretched Bardot had tornted old Samuel before the Heavenly Demon rged with him, I bit his neck again.
"That wretched Bardot," I hissed, "even if you despise him, who gave you the right to make our past Samuel suffer so?"
The Heavenly Demon Takes Control
The room was hot, filled with the scent of sweat and desire.
I was breathless, my body trembling under him, completely at his rcy.
Damn it.
How did it co to this?
I was Roselle Vasilyev. The Queen of the Mafia. The Lord of Darkness.
And yet—
He had pinned beneath him, teasing rcilessly.
I arched my back, struggling against his grip, but his strong hands held firmly in place.
He smirked down at , his erald eyes burning with amusent and sothing darker.
"What's wrong, my Queen?" His voice was a low, seductive purr. "You were so dominant a mont ago. Where did all that confidence go?"
I gritted my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "Damn you, Samuel."
His chuckle was dark, victorious.
"Tch. That's not the tone of soone in control, Roselle."
He lowered his lips to my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
"Face it," he murmured. "Right now... you belong to ."
I let out a frustrated moan, my pride warring against my desire.
"I... I swear, I'll make you pay for this—"
But before I could finish, he thrust deeper, stealing the words from my lips.
A loud moan escaped , and I hated how much I loved it.
His smirk widened. "What was that? I didn't hear you."
I clenched my fists, my breath shaky.
"Damn it... Samuel...!"
But he wasn't done.
He leaned closer, his lips grazing my jawline, teasing .
"Beg , Roselle."
"Beg to ruin you."
I bit my lip, my entire body on fire.
This damn man.
He was playing with .
And the worst part?
I was loving every second of it.
Then, without warning, he flipped over, positioning on all fours.
"Damn you, bastard—Ahhhh!!!" I cried out as he slamd deeper, his pace relentless, rciless.
Pleasure exploded through , my body betraying as I kept cumming over and over again.
This was heaven.
And I knew—he was always this good.
Back in our second life, he had always been like this. Teasing, Driving insane.
It was sothing I hated to admit.
But damn it—I loved it.
As my gaze flickered to the mirror in front of us, my face burned with sha and arousal.
Such a humiliating position.
And yet—
I looked completely lost in pleasure.
My eyes drifted to his body in the reflection—marked with my bites.
I blushed.
The sight of his flawless skin covered in my marks...
It was like a silent claim.
He belonged to .
And I only wanted him to be mine.
Then, as he ran a hand through his ssy hair, my eyes caught sothing.
A faint scar on his forehead.
My chest tightened.
That bitch Bardot.
My fists clenched. My blood boiled.
How dare she?!!
He leaned in, his lips trailing soft, teasing kisses down my bare back.
"Ahhh!!! So good!" I moaned, my body trembling under his touch.
Each kiss sent shivers down my spine, making crave him even more.
I was already at my limit, completely lost in pleasure.
This was heaven.
Then, he pulled closer, pressing his chest against my back as our eyes t in the mirror before us.
I could feel him—thick, deep, stretching completely.
So big. So perfect.
I stared at our reflection—our naked bodies entwined, moving in perfect sync.
We were shaless.
But we were made for each other.
Then, his hot breath tickled my ear as he whispered—
"What's the score now, my Queen?"
His voice was filled with amusent, knowing exactly how weak he had made .
"I've even lost count of how many tis I've won in bed."
Damn it!
Him and his teasing!
As if that wasn't enough, he gripped my hips tighter, his movents becoming more intense.
Then, in a deep, husky voice, he whispered—
"I'm about to cum. Tell , Roselle... do you want it inside or outside?"
My body burned, my mind spinning.
This bastard was making crave him even more—
And then he had the audacity to say things like that?!
Damn it.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer, crashing my lips against his in a hungry, desperate kiss.
Between our heated kisses, I locked eyes with him, my voice filled with frustration and desire.
"You bastard... after making crave you like this, do you really think I'd let you finish outside?"
I bit his lip, deepening the kiss as I whispered possessively—
"Cum inside . I want it all."
His arms tightened around , his lips crushing against mine as he gave in completely.
Then—
Splash!!!
A wave of heat flooded inside .
"Ahhhhhhh!!!! I'm cumming!!!"
My body shuddered, completely filled by him, the sensation overwhelming.
I could feel everything.
His warmth. His intensity. The way he held as if I belonged to him.
And in that mont... I didn't care about anything else.
As I caught my breath, I gazed into his erald eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips.
"You're making addicted to your temptation, Samuel."
Afterward, we collapsed onto the second bed, our bodies completely spent.
The first bed? Completely ruined.
Covered in the evidence of our passion.
I wrapped my arms around him, pressing myself closer as I nestled against his chest.
As sleep threatened to take over, I murmured, "About Project Hades..."
But before I could finish, he gently placed a finger on my lips, silencing .
"Let's just enjoy each other's company," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Sleep, Roselle. Let's stay like this a little longer."
My heart pounded.
Damn him.
He always knew exactly what to say, exactly when to say it.
I buried my face against his neck, inhaling his scent.
He's mine.
And there's no way in hell I'm ever letting any other woman have him.
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