Contract with the devil.

"The agreement was to become the fake mother of your twins, live with them and act like their sweet, perfect bossom only. Follow the contract and fucking let go of me" she glared, her hazel eyes wavering as she lay trapped under the devil, on his king-sized bed.

"Say that again" his dulcet voice ran deep into her veins, his hand trapping her wrist above the headboard.

"Let. Go. Of. Me!" She spat, but her breaths hitched when the man slipped his fingers in between her slick, wet thighs.

"Aren't you such a bad little liar, Emily?"

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