All Chapters of The Devil's Mistress: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV "Look at me," I commanded, my voice rough against her ear. "Eyes on me, kitten." I wanted her to see who was fucking her. Who owned her. The man she married. Her lashes fluttered, her glassy eyes locking onto mine. The raw trust in them hit me harder than any bullet ever could. She didn't see the killer. She didn't see the monster selling arms in the dark. She saw her husband. I snapped my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt, swallowing her scream with a bruising kiss. "Mine," I growled against her mouth, my rhythm turning savage. "Every fucking inch. You take it so good...my wife." "Fuck...Yes... Damien..." I was fucking her through her aftershocks, each thrust dragging out her pleasure until she was trembling and clutching at my shoulders, completely lost to the sensation. My own release was building at the base of my spine, coiling tight like a snake ready to strike. "I'm going to come," I warned her, my voice strained. "And I'm going to fill you u

ROXANNE POVI was sitting on an outdoor bench, my legs crossed neatly, the soft fabric of my sunflower dress brushing against my skin as the breeze passed through the park.The weather was perfect.Not too hot. Not too cool.Just enough sunlight to make everything feel a little lighter.Angelina sat beside me, her small body leaning against my arm as we flipped through her homework book together. Her pencil tapped lightly against the page as she pointed to one of the questions.“Ms. Carter said I have to finish this one,” she told me seriously.I glanced down at it, smiling faintly.“Alright, let’s see…what do you think the answer is?”She squinted at the page like it personally offended her.“Hmm…”I tried not to laugh.“Take your time.”A moment later, she pointed confidently.“That one!”I raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”She nodded. “Very sure.”I chuckled softly.“Okay, write it down then.”She scribbled it proudly, then looked up at me like she had just solved the greatest mys

ROXANNE POV I was casually strolling through the supermarket, one hand on the cart as I moved down the aisles, gathering groceries like a normal person for once. Something about it felt…grounding. After everything that had been happening...the memories, the therapy, the constant feeling that my past was creeping closer...I needed something normal. So I insisted on doing this myself after work instead of letting Mrs. Jones handle it like she usually did. Of course, “by myself” I didn’t exactly mean alone. Adam had picked me up from the clinic, and now he was somewhere nearby... close enough to step in if needed, yet far enough to give me space. I spotted him briefly at the end of the aisle, pretending to look at cereal like he had any interest in it. I hid a small smile and turned back to my cart. Milk. Bread. Fresh fruits. A few snacks Angelina liked. And yes...strawberry wafer cookies. I tossed them in without hesitation. My phone was tucked between my shoulder and ear as

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POVFive days with no guns, no hits, and no mafia bullshit. Just us and the ocean and whatever the hell I felt like doing with my wife in our private villa. The staff left us alone after showing us how everything worked...minibar, smart home system and the works. As soon as the door clicked shut, I grabbed Roxanne, picking her up and making her squeal. "Five days of you in a bikini," I said, dropping kisses all over her face. "I'm going to be hard non-stop."She giggled, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Is that a promise or a threat?" I carried her to the bed, tossing her down gently before crawling over her. "Both," I growled, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. My hands roamed under her sundress, squeezing her ass cheeks possessively. Five days of uninterrupted sex with my wife and I was already rock hard thinking about it. I broke the kiss to whisper against her lips, "No condoms allowed this week.""Damien...we're not trying to give Angelina a sibling jus

ROXANNE POVLow music played softly in the background of the villa, blending with the gentle sound of water as I moved through the pool.I let myself sink just a little deeper into the pool, the coolness of it gliding over my naked skin as I moved slowly. For once, I wasn’t thinking about anything.Not the past.Not the investigation.Not even tomorrow.Just…this moment.I dipped beneath the surface, letting the quiet surround me before rising again, pushing my hair back as droplets slid down my skin.And when I looked up...There he was.Damien sat on one of the pool chairs, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of rich red wine in his hand. He looked completely at ease...relaxed in a way most people never got to see.But his eyes? They were locked on me.Completely.Like there was nothing else in the world worth his attention.A small smile tugged at my lips as I turned back, letting my fingers glide through the water.“You’re staring,” I called out lightly.“I know,” he replied