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To stop herself from getting married to her cheating fiance Ava Colton decided to get into a scandal, not caring if she got tagged as a whore. He cheated, and she had every right to do the same. She intentionally got drunk in a club, got into a one-night stand with a stranger, and got footage of it playing on the day of her supposed wedding with her fiancé alongside his with her step-sister too. Getting what she wanted even after being tagged a Texas whore, things began falling apart for her family when her fiance's family withdrew from being business partners with her family. All hope was lost when her father refused to pay for her mother's medical bills again because of her being the reason for his downfall. With shame, she decided to go beg her ex-fiance, but what happens when salvation comes to her differently? "Be mine and no one would dare to go against you." He said his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. Salvation with horns and darkness clouding it who turns out to be her ex's fiance, uncle, and also the man she had a one-night stand with.
Author's Pov
It was time to stop. She had gotten what she wanted. Ava, you just need to fucking tell him to stop. Warning bells rang in her already fuzzy head, filled with alcohol and lust.
"Ahh, yes." Her nails dug into the mattress as he went down on her, sweat covering her body, her temperature rising with every second as he suckled on her swollen, wet clit.
"You love that, baby?" The stranger's mouth suddenly left her cunt, and she almost cried out in frustration, craving every possible contact he could give. He pinned her to the bed with large arms, imprisoning her, the pendant around his neck dangling loosely. She couldn't help but bite her bottom lip, staring at his marble-smooth, rock-hard chest and back up at his thin lips, which were the only part of his face visible beneath the dark mask covering half of it.
"Yes." With the alcohol rendering her senseless, she replied shamelessly.
"Wanna get your reward?" He hiked her hips up gently, and a soft moan of ecstasy escaped her lips as he pressed his crotch into her bare cunt.
"Yes."
"Yes, what, baby?"
"Yes, master."
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She couldn't get what had happened two nights ago out of her head as she stood in front of the dressing mirror, where the maids helped with her wedding gown. It was supposed to be just a little video of a kissing scene to get revenge on her fiancé, who had cheated on her that same night. She hadn't expected to get entangled in a one-night stand with a stranger.
The feeling of guilt and fulfillment had been eating her up ever since-guilt that she had done something shameful and loved it, guilt that she had given her first away, and fulfillment that she had finally cheated for revenge and even gotten a sexier video.
"You look beautiful, sis." Winnie, the bitch of a stepsister, walked into the room like Ava hadn't caught her sucking Mark's dick two nights before.
Ava scoffed into the mirror before a mocking smile curled on her lips, remembering how broken she had felt, crying like a bitch before the craziest plan any average lady would ever think of popped into her head: kiss a stranger and make them think they had a thing, then use it to get out of marrying a cheat.
"Thank you, big sis." She turned to her stepsister, sensing the bitterness behind that innocent, fake-happy face of hers.
"Father asked me to get you ready," Winnie added. Ava felt like punching the hell out of her face, remembering how Winnie had gone even further in embracing Mark right in front of her after she caught them, pleading with him not to run after her, and even telling Ava not to worry about it-that she was just "warming him up" for her.
"Oh, thank you." Let's see where that smile of yours will be when I expose your shameless act.
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With the horns of the devil on her head, fire from hell swirling around her, roses from the devil himself trapped between her long fingers, and the craziest smirk she'd ever made curling like a vine on her cheek, Ava made her way to the altar with one of her father's many sons, his arm entwined with hers.
"You will have someone to put some sense into you now, stepsister," Brad's irritating voice echoed behind her ear.
Mark stood like the responsible fiancé on the altar beside the priest, staring at Ava like she was the love of his life. But fuck him, and fuck anyone who believed that. She returned the smile like the responsible wife who hadn't cheated too, as she approached the altar. The motherfucker made to take her hand to help her up, but she refused, grabbing the priest's leg instead.
"Sorry," she smiled at the priest.
"We are here today in the presence of God and witnesses to join Ava Colton and Mark Orlo in holy matrimony. We may now begin the awaited ceremony." Not on my watch, Ava thought, refusing to let that hope of her marrying this thing of scorn take hold. The mere thought made her want to puke on the altar, but she held herself back. Not now-she needed to get to the suspenseful part first.
She scanned the guests discreetly, and the crazy bitch she was looking for gave her a wild smile, holding her thumb up.
Priest: "Love holds it together, and without love, we are nothing."
Ava scoffed at his words. The fuck does he know? He's about to marry me to a cheat.
Priest: "Bride and groom, please take each other's hands."
"That won't be needed for now. Before we continue this wedding, I have a confession." She held her gown up, stepping into the middle of the altar.
"Ava, what the fuck are you doing?" That same question on her soon-to-be ex's face mirrored the looks on everyone else's. Her father's expression was the worst-it was like he was ready to rip her lungs out if she continued, which she would, without giving a fuck about what any motherfucker thought. Mama would be so proud of her from her sickbed.
"How erotic and mind-blowing would it be to watch a free hot sex video and make-out session featuring everyone's favorite couple, Winnie and the love of my life, Mark?"
The look of confusion on Mark's face was priceless. She could see Winnie shaking in her seat, already realizing what Ava meant.
"Yes... uh, harder, fuck yes, baby," moans suddenly filled the church. Ava smiled at her ally in the crowd as the projector screen came to life behind her. Mark and everyone else froze, their eyes glued to the screen.
"Uhh yes, fuck me harder, Mark. Gosh, I love you." Mark's grunts added to the symphony, and Ava grinned.
"Ava Colton, turn that off NOW!!!!" Her father yelled, standing abruptly from his seat, fumes practically coming out of his ears and nostrils.
"Now, the make-out session, please." She clapped her hands together like a maniac, alerting her main bitch in the crowd. She turned to the projector, watching her make-out session with a stranger. A shudder ran down her spine, her legs trembling as she craved that feeling again. She couldn't believe someone she had no idea about could have this effect on her.
Murmurs from the audience filled the air. She knew she'd given them the perfect cinema show. As usual, the women would be blamed first. "The Colton sisters are bitches."
The projector went off, and Ava turned back to her audience with a smile plastered on her face.
"Hi, Mark."
"What the fuck did you just do?" His fists balled beside him.
"Now, Father, would you join two adulterers together in the name of the Lord?"
I am someone you wouldn't pray showed up in your nightmares... I am no devil incarnate. I am the devil itself.I do not hunger for women, but just one became a reason for my starvation. I would exploit her meekness. I would make her beg to be mine.When I claim her, it won't be kind.It will be savage. Raw. She would fall on her knees, but it wouldn't be a reason to pray. When she parts her lips, not even a worship to the Moon Goddess would be heard, because those lips that bring me to sin would only call my name and worship my body.She was something forbidden. She was never meant to be mine. She is my father's new little wife. But I am ready to break the rules of the Bratva and the Nightshade Pack. I would spill my father's blood like paint on a canvas.
I'll haunt your every step Lia." His whispers send shivers down her spine. He would stop at nothing to claim her. ~ No one cares about her, not even her father who pushed her into the devil's den with a smile on his face because he wanted an alliance. The Devil; She drugged him to get his signature on a divorce paper, and now they are done. Ophelia Laurent thought it was over, not until...he had her back in his dungeon, but this time not behind bars, but in front of him, on her knees in chains that drove her to dark pleasures. The devil would do all it takes to show her that he loves her, and wants to protect her, but not in a gentlemanly way. "I would own you without buying you red roses nor feeding you with empty promises...."
"I...I don't want you." She stuttered, a slight shiver running down her spine, with his head buried in the hollow of her neck. "Can you prove that without getting wet?" It all started with a one-night stand and went on with a marriage of convenience. Trusting her fiance with her sister was the dumbest thing she would forever hate herself for, they backstabbed her making her look like the fool she was. Her plan to get herself not to marry her cheating fiance went futile, but just on their wedding day salvation with the horns of the devil came for her. Her fiance's uncle, Cruz Hayes, A devilish angel shrouded in mystery, had proposed a marriage of convenience, which she accepted. Her plan was never to get into an intimate relationship with him, but what happens when she can't refuse temptations and seduction, and letting herself succumb to it was the only option to keep her sanity in check?
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