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Second son of satan

"You are the only one that can make this happen. Take my virginity and all these ends. Do with me whatever you want." It is true when they say that 'anyone who goes around seeking darkness, will find the darkness and the darkness will end up consuming him. Or her.' This is the case of Princess Zamira who grows up with the knowledge that she is to rule her father's kingdom after his demise but everything takes a different turn after the throne falls into peril and becomes at risk of being taken away completely and the right to rule, lost. Everything is done to save the throne and the kingdom but every effort proves to be futile and now there is only one option left; and that is for the Princess to get married to an old tyrant king, Alvarez. Leaving Mira with no choice, she decides to go through with the marriage which is scheduled to hold at Alvarez's hotel. Before the wedding ceremony even began, Alvarez tries to forcefully have sex with her but Mira resists him and escapes. Without knowing where to run to that night, she inadvertently enters the suite of a well known mogul in the hotel and hides in the dark until the uproar about her search subsided. Just when she is about to leave the suite, she hears a deep voice coming out from the water, halting her and stopping every flow of life in her. "Who are you?" She makes a bold attempt to inquire of him. "I am Devile, and I am the second son of Satan." Came his fiery response. Despite the fear that crept in slowly inside of her, Mira has a little stroke of hope -- that maybe she has met him. The one who would save her from her unfortunate fate. But the question is; who exactly is this man and will he save her as she hopes or will he consume her with his darkness? ... WARNING!!! Erotic sex scenes in some chapters.

JennyBlaze · Fantasy
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146 Chs

Chapter 116 The force of attraction

As she felt his lips on hers, her body held still -- not surprised, not shocked and as if her body had already prepared itself before time. It came all of a sudden and instead of her pulling back and yelling at him, she was as calm as the night breeze.

As young King Desmond released his lips from hers, she exhaled, realizing what had just happened and she lifted up his eyes to stare into his, and she asked.

"Why? Why did you do that?" Her tone was friendly but the words ragged and her breath shaky.

Desmond was expecting the opposite of that. He was expecting her to land a slap on his face after that but surprisingly, the reverse was the case as she seemed to be very calm with the situation.

"I don't know. I just wanted to," he whispered. "I guess you wanted it too," he said, drawing closer to her with his hand holding her arm gently. "Your body, it surrendered in acceptance."