The Devil's Possession: His Obsession

"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.