Claiming The Devil’s Wife
His hands move to unbutton his suit jacket and inner shirt, revealing the sprawling tattoos across his chest and arms.
My mouth goes dry. I bite my lip, heart pounding, and thank the heavens that I’m not at home, salivating over him.
“Alessia,” Nico calls, his voice dark and commanding, dragging me from my thoughts.
He strides to the chair beside the bed, seating himself like it’s a throne, eyes never leaving mine.
Matilda watches me, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. Her gaze is as sharp as a hawk assessing prey.
“Get on the bed,” Nico says, voice dark and commanding. “I want to watch you and Matilda touch yourselves for me.”
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