When Devil Fell first
"For the next ten minutes, I will seduce you. And if the word please escapes your lips, you lose."
His voice was velvet dipped in poison, smooth enough to tempt a saint and wicked enough to make one regret being born innocent.
I should have laughed.
I should have walked away.
Hell, I should have remembered that men like Adrian Vale never offered a game unless they had already rigged the rules.
Instead, I stood there, trapped between his intoxicating cologne and the wall behind me, staring into those devilishly beautiful eyes that had probably witnessed a thousand women surrender their pride for nothing more than a crooked smile.
"And what happens if I lose?" I asked, hating the breathlessness in my voice.
His lips curved.
Not a smile.
A warning.
He leaned closer, slowly enough to give me time to escape, yet confidently enough to suggest he already knew I wouldn't.
"You'll let me touch you."
My heart stumbled.
He tilted his head, his gaze dropping briefly to my trembling lips before returning to my eyes.
"With. Your. Consent."
Each word fell between us like a match dropped into gasoline.
"And if I win?"
For the first time that night, something dangerous flickered behind his amusement.
"Then, sweetheart, you can ask me for anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
I swallowed.
"And you'll give it to me?"
His smile widened, but there was no warmth in it.
"No."
I blinked.
He chuckled, the sound low and sinful.
"But I'll enjoy watching you try to keep your moans."
That was Adrian Vale.
A man who could turn a simple conversation into a battlefield, a compliment into a weapon, and a woman's refusal into the beginning of his favorite game.
A man who had never learned the meaning of defeat because the world had spent his entire life kneeling before him.
Unfortunately for him, I had never been particularly good at kneeling.
And unfortunately for me, Adrian Vale had developed a taste for things he couldn't control.
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