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Trapped in the hands of a devil

"Why did you poison my drink?" He asked, his dark red eyes glaring down at her. Her eyes widened, her face paling at the accusation. "I... I didn't..." She stammered, shaking her head in denial. "it's not poison!" It couldn't have been. "Very well then." He grinned, his unusually long canines coming into view. "Drink up." There, she knew she'd gotten herself into trouble. . . . It was supposed to be an easy task but when the devilish Devon Dwayne accused her of spiking his drink, Leticia Andros found herself thrust into a completely different world at the mercy of a man she barely knew. And he had no intention of letting her go. He planned on tearing her apart, bit by bit but the more he tried, the harder he failed, making him realise she's a lot more than she looked. Perhaps she could be used to his advantage. But the longer Leticia stayed there, the more dangers lurked around her yet she must confront her emotions and fight her growing affection towards Devon. Will Leticia break free from his clutches and find a way to take control of her own destiny? Or will she give in to the threats that looms over her? . . " Call me a devil or whatever you wish to. But then know this. Once you're in, there is no way out. You are trapped in the hands of this devil. YOU ARE MINE". ***Didn't intend on making this book a slow burn but then here we are. But trust me when I say you're gonna enjoy every minute of it.***

Bleeding_Ink · แฟนตาซี
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All because of Jacintha

FEW NIGHTS LATER

Leticia's eyes fluttered open, her senses stirring as she felt the soft caress of Devon's lips leaving her skin. His arms, once wrapped around her, now lifted, and the bed shuffled as he rose. She missed the warmth of his embrace instantly, and her gaze swept the room. The room was dimly lit, with few of Devon's scented candles on. The soft black sheets, redolent with Devon's scent, rustled beneath her as she sat up, stretching her limbs. She'd fallen asleep after the day's practice and she'd been so tired that she skipped dinner.

She reached for her phone on the nightstand, the screen glowing with the time: 12 AM. Why had Devon left their bed? She shrugged, dismissing the thought. Vampires were nocturnal creatures, after all.