Chapter 2 – Bound to the Devil

Chapter 4 – Bound to the Devil

The kiss was brutal, a collision of fire and possession. Xayn’s hands pinned her against the glass as if he could press her into the city skyline itself. The world outside blurred, disappearing, until there was only his mouth on hers—hungry, merciless, claiming.

She gasped against him, her body trembling from the force of it. He swallowed every sound, deepening the kiss until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. When he finally pulled back, his eyes burned like a predator who had cornered his prey.

“You don’t understand what you’ve done,” he murmured, his voice a velvet growl. “Looking at me like that. Wanting me. You’ve chained yourself to the devil.”

Her lips parted, words failing her, but her silence was enough for him. His hand slid from her jaw to her throat, holding her there—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her of the danger in his touch.

Her heart raced. Fear should have consumed her. Instead, heat spread through her veins, wild and reckless.

Xayn leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Say the word, angel, and I’ll stop. But if you stay silent…” His lips brushed her neck, trailing fire across her skin. “…then you belong to me.”

Silence. Her body betrayed her, tilting toward him, giving him the answer he craved.

A dark smile curved his lips. “Good girl.”

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her across the room with lethal grace. The world tilted as he set her down on the edge of his desk, scattering crystal glasses to the floor. The sound of shattering glass filled the air, but he didn’t flinch—his attention never wavered from her.

“You’re mine now,” Xayn whispered, his hands tracing down her body, slow and commanding. “And I don’t share.”

The city lights poured through the window, illuminating the moment she surrendered to him—not out of innocence, not out of naivety, but out of a dangerous, forbidden hunger that matched his own.

And in that moment, she knew there was no turning back.

Owned by the Devil

Aria’s breath trembled as Xayn’s shadow loomed over her, his presence filling the room until she could barely think. His hands spread across her thighs, forcing her legs open against the edge of the desk. The cold wood pressed into her skin, but all she felt was the heat of him—dangerous, consuming.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his dark eyes locked on hers. “Is it fear… or desire?”

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Xayn’s smirk deepened. He already knew the answer.

His mouth crashed against hers again, fierce and demanding, stealing her breath. His hands roamed lower, slipping beneath her dress, fingers rough against her bare skin. She gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he teased the edge of her panties, pulling them aside with slow, deliberate cruelty.

“You’re already wet for me, angel,” he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You say you don’t belong in my world, but your body says otherwise.”

She whimpered, torn between shame and hunger. He didn’t let her hide—his thumb pressed against her, stroking just enough to make her cry out. Her nails dug into his suit, desperate, begging without words.

“Good girl,” Xayn whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Beg me properly.”

Her voice broke, fragile but pleading. “Xayn… please…”

That was all he needed. With one swift motion, he tore her panties away and freed himself, the sheer size of him making her heart stutter. He pushed forward, slow at first, stretching her until she gasped, her head thrown back against the glass.

“Look at me,” he commanded. His hand gripped her jaw, forcing her eyes open. “I want you to see exactly who’s ruining you.”

Their gazes locked as he thrust deeper, harder, drawing a strangled moan from her lips. He set a relentless pace, each movement claiming her, branding her. The desk shook beneath them, papers scattering, glass cracking from the force.

Aria clung to him, lost between pain and pleasure, every nerve on fire. His mouth traced down her throat, biting, marking her skin with dark bruises that would remind her who she belonged to.

“You’re mine now,” he growled against her neck, his thrusts growing harder, rougher. “Say it.”

Tears blurred her vision, but her voice was steady, broken yet certain. “I’m yours, Xayn… only yours.”

His low, satisfied laugh vibrated through her chest. He drove into her with brutal intensity, pulling her over the edge until her scream filled the room, muffled only by his kiss as he devoured her lips.

When release finally tore through her, she collapsed against him, trembling, undone. Xayn held her there, his lips brushing her ear with one last, dark whisper:

“There’s no escape, Aria. You belong to the devil now.”

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