My Husband Is The Devil Himself

entangled with a woman in Ro

chest, her breath hitching as the elevator

Elin had barely set foot back home when a cryptic

r unease deepened when her husband became unreachable, his

Room 2588, her eyes widening at the si

er into the dimly lit room. As she steadied herself, a warm prese

r voice laced with hesitat

he figure located her lips with flawless accurac

nt welcome-suggesting that her husband, Dean Knight, could be

was true, Elin relaxed into his arms, he

to highlight the love bites delicately scattered across her arms. Though her muscl

ever been consummated, their demanding c

hey finally m

by.

last night, she was greeted by the stark emptiness of the bed.

crafted from the Pure Affection series by a p

mbered to leave a tok

usted the necklace, the room's door slammed open with violent force. A group of reporte

ark, revealing light, highlighting the so

er here at the hotel immediately after your t

you've secretly f

ou clarify your cur

queries, Elin recoiled, her back pressing into th

t anyone else!" Her voice cracked as she tightened her grip on the flimsy blan

li

, delivered in a chilling, irate ton

met by the sight of her husband standing imposingly before her. The usual w

early departure or the stormy expression clouding his face. Hastily, she crawled toward him, her fingers trembling as they sought his ar

palm against her cheek, the force of the slap sendin

r direction. The sharp corners of the photos whipped against he

t the courthouse by nine tomor

t deeper than the chill of the room. Without another glanc

shock and pain. A single photograph fluttered down before her, capturing a man stealth

photograph read six o

ation, Elin gripped the photog

ar from reach; the man from last