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In the Devil's Arms

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] Beatrice Devonshire is a successful erotic novelist, drawing inspiration from her vivid dreams of a mysterious and seductive man. But when she discovers that her dream lover is none other than the Devil himself, seeking to claim her as his bride, her life takes a dark turn. Desperate for guidance, Beatrice turns to a kind priest, and their forbidden love affair further complicates her situation. Meanwhile, her family begins to act strangely, consumed with their desire to possess her or betray her. She finally found out that she has been cursed. As Beatrice delves deeper into the mystery surrounding her cursed fate, she must make a difficult choice: give in to the Devil's temptations and accept her fate, or risk everything to break the curse and free herself from his grasp. With each decision, she is faced with temptation and danger, and the stakes couldn't be higher. Will she succumb to the Devil's promises of power and freedom, or find the strength to resist and save herself?

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The Tale of Bullshit II

She smiled at him, a sultry expression on her face. "Well then, why don't we make the most of our time alone in this library?" she suggested, her hand sliding down his chest.

Edward felt his breath catch in his throat as she leaned in to kiss him. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn't resist her advances. They kissed passionately, their bodies pressed against each other in the dimly lit library.

The sound of a book falling to the ground startled them, and they quickly pulled away from each other. They looked around nervously, but no one seemed to be there.

He lifted her up onto the nearby table, the books scattering to the floor as he kissed her passionately. His hands roamed over her body, feeling every curve and contour. She gasped as he began to kiss his way down her neck, his fingers trailing down to the hem of her dress.

Their hands moved frantically, tearing at each other's clothes. Edward felt like he was driving insane with desire, and he knew that he couldn't stop now. He had to have her.

The dim lighting of the library made their lovemaking all the more intimate and erotic. They explored each other's bodies with abandon, their gasps and moans filling the quiet space.

Alicia's fingers trailed down Edward's chest, causing his body to shudder with pleasure. He let out a low moan as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering just above his. 

"You feel so good, Edward," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I've been wanting this for so long."

Edward could barely form a coherent thought, his mind consumed by the sensations coursing through his body. "Alicia," he gasped, as she continued to move against him. "I'm so close."

Duchess Alicia's breath quickened, and she pressed her lips to his neck, trailing kisses down his chest. "Let go, Edward," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Give it to me."

As they reached their climax, Edward felt a pang of guilt. He knew that what they were doing was wrong, but at that moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Duchess Alicia leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry," she murmured. "Our little secret is safe with me."

Since then, every encounter has been filled with a palpable tension that they tried to ignore. They met in secret, in the Devonshire manor, even in the imperial palace, finding moments of passion whenever they could

Their encounters were always discreet, always hidden away from prying eyes. They both knew the danger of what they were doing, but the pull between them was too strong to resist. They found moments to be alone, to share stolen kisses and tender caresses. 

The longing and desire they felt for each other were palpable, even in the briefest of glances. It was a forbidden love, but they couldn't help but continue their secret affair.

//end of flashback//

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"I know I have hurt you deeply, Beatrice, and I am so sorry. I cannot even begin to express how regretful I am for what I have done. My actions were inexcusable, and I take full responsibility for the pain I have caused you," Edward spoke with a sincere tone, his eyes filled with remorse.

He reached out to gently take her hand, but she pulled away, not ready to forgive him yet. "Please, Beatrice, I will do anything to make this right. I will do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and your love. Just tell me what I can do," he continued, his voice cracking with emotion.

However, Beatrice sat in stunned silence as she listened to Edward. She couldn't hear any of his pleas for forgiveness anymore. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes widened as she tried to process the shocking revelations he had just shared with her.

She couldn't even summon the anger or hurt she had felt moments ago. All she could feel was a deep sense of disgust directed at Edward.

'How had I never realized what was going on between Edward and my mother? Had I been so consumed by my novel and lewd dream of the Devil that I had missed the signs right in front of me?'

'Was I so self-absorbed that I couldn't see the truth about the people closest to me?' Many questions are running through her head as if she were crazy.

The sickening realization hit her like a ton of bricks, and she couldn't shake the feeling of revulsion that was building inside her. The parlor room felt suffocating, and the sweet scent of the flowers had begun to make her feel nauseous.

She could barely breathe as she tried to process everything Edward was saying. The room seemed to spin around her, and the sounds of the clock ticking faded into the background.

As the shock of Edward's confession began to fade, Beatrice was left with a deep sadness that settled heavily on her chest. She couldn't help but feel guilty as she thought back on her relationship with Edward.

'Maybe, just maybe, things would have turned out differently if I had given him the love and affection that he deserved.' The thought was like a knife twisting in her gut, and she couldn't shake the feeling of regret that was settling in her chest.

She always had a lewd dream about the Devil before meeting him. The dreams were so vivid and intense that she felt like she had actually cheated on Edward. It was because of these dreams that Beatrice avoided Edward like the plague.

And then there was her mother's betrayal that cut her to the core. 'Mother, how could you do that to your daughter?' She thought.

The noble society had so many men. Her mother could choose many paramours, 'father would never care, after all, he is too...' But still, Duchess Alicia chose her fiance.

Her heart felt like a tangled mess of thread, and there was a lump in her throat that refused to go away. However, the deep sorrow that Beatrice had felt slowly morphed into blazing fury.

Beatrice's face twisted in fury as she clenched her fists tightly. 'No! This is not my fault! None of this is! How could they do this to me? Edward and my mother should have known better than to betray me like this! And they kept it a secret, deceiving me all along! It's all their fault!'

Her eyes grew bloodshot, and her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She raised her hand and slapped Edward hard on the cheek. The sound of the slap echoed through the room. Her voice was high-pitched and quivering with rage

"How could you do this to me?" she spat, her eyes blazing with anger. "How could you betray me like this? And with my own mother, no less!"

As she spoke, Beatrice could feel the blood rushing to her head, her heart pounding so loudly she could hear it in her ears. The scent of white lilies and lilies of the valley in the room seemed to grow stronger, almost suffocating her.

She didn't wait for an answer. With a snarl of rage, she lashed out and slapped Edward hard on the cheek. The sound of the impact echoed through the room, followed by stunned silence.

"How dare you!" she roared, her fists clenched at her sides. "How dare you betray me like this?! I trusted you, and you threw it all away for some cheap thrill with my own mother!"

Beatrice slapped him again, harder this time, her hand stinging from the impact. She could see the red mark on Edward's cheek. She felt a small sense of satisfaction knowing that he was feeling even a fraction of the pain she was feeling.

"You disgust me."

With that, she slapped him for the third time, harder than ever before. Edward stumbled backward and fell to the ground, clutching his cheek in pain. Beatrice stood over him, breathing heavily, her hands shaking with anger and disgust.

"Show me, Edward!" she snaps, practically seething with anger. "Take me to every place in this godforsaken house where you made love to her!"

She slammed her hand against the table, sending a vase of white lilies and lilies of the valley crashing to the floor, shattering into pieces. The sound echoed through the parlor room.

Beatrice's entire body trembled, and she could feel her heartbeat pounding in her temples. Her gaze bore into Edward, daring him to defy her.

"Show me everything, Edward. Every room, every corner, every damn inch of this house. I want to see it all!"

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