Devil's Backbone | Mitch Rapp
❝ Oh Lord, what have I done? ❞
Daisy knew she should run, but she couldn't. She could feel the hell in his fingertips, the devil in his eyes but she wasn't afraid. Fast falling, she was in love. In the matter of days, she was taken over by the death in his soul, the pale of his skin and the rough of his touch. When the filthy words left his mouth and were mumbled against her lips, she couldn't stop the free fall.
It was too late now. She didn't even want to look back, at all.
❝ Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not. He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got. Oh Lord, I'm begging you please, don't take that sinner from me. ❞
Watching the man for days, leads to late nights and more then what she bargained for. She's constantly flushed of red, staring at his pale skin, squeezing her thighs under a table while he ruins her, without even knowing. Until she's caught redhanded and pinned under his lust and she's lost in her devotion of love.
[this is purely for the unholy, containing graphic scenes and sexual content]