The Devil's Possession: His Obsession

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"Spread those legs for me, Laura." His deep baritone sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. "I'm not Laura." "Well, it doesn't matter, reporter. As long as you're in my casa, you're whoever I say you are." His eyes darkened, making him appear even more dangerous. I could've sworn his scar had grown longer-more noticeable. "Now, I want you to turn on that little recording device. You're going to record yourself moaning for me." His words excited me. Why, I couldn't tell. Thirty-five years of a fucked-up romantic life could do that to a person. I switched on the recorder as he instructed. "Touch yourself." I had done this countless times alone in my bed. Still, I couldn't help but feel shy doing it in front of this beautiful demon of a man. I had one job: Seduce Diablo or die. With my life already falling apart, this was the last thing I needed-the cherry on the cake. One taste, and I never wanted to leave. I found myself craving the very man I was supposed to destroy. In his bed, Esteban-Diablo-knew exactly how to make me forget why I was there.