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It represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures.
In its darkest form, the Devil can represent sexual slavery and obsession.
My need for him was far too strong to be ignored or contained.
But the thing about plans is… They never work out like you expect them to. Sometimes life throws you an innocent, young, blonde…curveball.
“He’s my stepfather.” Squaring my shoulders, I find my resolve. “And he’s only Black Hallows’ most eligible bachelor because my mother is dead, you heartless bitch.”
“That’s
absurd. She’s my deceased wife’s daughter.”
Maybe now he’ll understand how I’ve been feeling ever since the incident.
I’ve been in love with Cain since the moment I laid eyes on him…despite meeting him while I was at my lowest.
and would never cross that line. Except for that one night.
Ever since I was little, I’ve related to adults more than people my own age—something Mr. Delany seemed to understand—and we formed a friendship.
my private thoughts about him were never supposed to see the light of day.
Given my expressive language and graphic details of everything I wanted him to do to me…half the people in town thought he was some kind of child molester. The other half thought I was a teenage Lolita…trying
Mr. Delany—just like every other man in my life—turned his back on me.
Maybe we secretly resent one another because deep down we both want what we can never have.
“Two things I hate are wasting my time and having to do something over again because I didn’t do it right to begin with.”
“We’re a lot alike is all.”
If I had it my way, I’d be the dirty little secret he takes to his bed every night instead of his doting little stepdaughter.
If I had it my way, Cain would feel for me a fraction of what I feel for him. But Cain’s never seen me that way and I don’t think he ever will. His morals and ethics won’t let him.
“I’m not talking about my sex life with my daughter.” “We both know I’m not your daughter, Cain.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Still doesn’t make i...
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“I think you’re a girl who’s easily corrupted by all the bad things in life.”
“It’s kind
of sweet you think I’m so innocent.”
“That’s because you are.”
Removing my hand, I hold up my glistening fingers. “Well, if I’m an angel, what would that make you?”
“Right...
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“The Devil.” He sucks my fingers into his mouth and groans. “Because one taste ...
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“Did they taste your pretty pussy at the same time?” “Yes.”
“It felt so good.” “I bet it did.”
“Be a good girl and come on my face.”
“This was a mistake.”
“What’s wrong?”
“This can’t happen again.” “Why—” “You kn...
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“But I’m still a guy. Don’t tempt me like that again, because I’ll only end up breaking your heart, and you need someone to make sure you’re…”
“Don’t hurt the only person who ever gave a fuck about you, okay?” “I’m not trying to hurt you. I would never. I love—”
“No, you ...
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Devil: How's my girl? AngelBaby123: Shouldn't you be working? Or you know, busy grieving your deceased wife?
Devil: Can’t. I'm too busy thinking about a gorgeous blonde. A gorgeous blonde who’s legal in two more hours. :-P
AngelBaby123: Thinking of all the ways you’re going to corrupt and defile me, are you?
Devil: Always.
AngelBaby123: That’s hilarious coming from you, Grandpa. Devil: More like Daddy. ;) I bite my lip.
Correction—the last thing I need is to go up to her bedroom. Yet, here I am…walking up the stairs. Heading straight for the Devil’s playground.
Eden from my sick little fantasy …to my greatest liability.
Younger Eden was already a Lolita in their minds. But older Eden is everything wives’ nightmares and men’s wet dreams are made of. Like temptation and sin wrapped up in a beautiful bow.
Long blonde hair, big blue eyes, pouty lips, curvy ass, legs for days, and a rack that makes a man curse and thank God every Sunday at his local church. And don’t get me started on the tight holy grail between her creamy thighs. Fuck.
Screwing my stepdaughter is out of the question. No matter how much I want to.
Not a day goes by that I’m not reminded of Damien King, given his obsession
with me ruined my life twelve years ago.
