MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.

If you aren't comfortable, I suggest you skip the chapter.

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When Eleanor walked into her room and looked at the mirror, she found  it hard to recognize herself. Infact she hated what she was looking at. The girl in the mirror who was staring back at her had compromised on her self respect to satisfy the sinful cravings of her body.
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She was never like this.

It was then Eleanor realized that she had changed a lot, perhaps more than she wanted to.

She heard him lock the door behind her which raised her heart beats. Because she didn't know how much of her dignity she would lose tonight in front of the guy who betrayed her.

"I know you're disgusted with yourself," Devon whispered, coming upto her from behind.

Her heart missed a beat as he placed a hand on her petite waist and pressed his mouth to her neck. Her eyes closed momentarily as she tried to swallow the pleasure of him sucking her neck making it wet with his warm saliva.

He spun her around to face her. His one hand cupped her nape as he pierced her vision with his dark brooding gazes that oozed his burning need for her. He tried to seize her lips for a kiss but she turned her face away just in time.

That didn't deter him. Infact it fuelled his furious urges to have her naked under him in bed.

Breathing in her heavenly scent, he spoke hoarsely, "My home is in you, Eleanor. I need to be inside you."

She took a sharp breath feeling the cool zipper of her nightgown slide down her back. He was undressing her. Slowly and sensually. To delight himself in the process of exposing every inch of her skin that he had never seen before.

Frustration clouded her breaths as she did absolutely nothing to stop him.

"Fuck, baby, you look hot in these," he spluttered, feeling so wildly aroused seeing her in the lacy black lingerie.

She felt disgusted yet sexy as he feasted his lustful eyes on her half naked form. She knew exactly how he felt. For she saw the hard bulge in his pants.

"Leave, Devon," she said in a firm voice. No guy had ever seen her in such less clothing. And with him, it made her feel....she didn't know how it made her feel.

"You might want to check your words for mistakes," he said callously.

She held on to her shuddering heart when his hand went into her hair and gripped the roots hard. Her eyes fluttered shut as his thumb caressed her cheeks. Her chest heaved when he rubbed his thumb on her lips and she couldn't help but give his hot thumb a lick.

She stifled a gasp of pleasure feeling his long fingers trace her jawline, then he went down the slope of her neck and then grazed the tips of his fingers down her chest tantalising every fold of her skin with his erotic touches. She was breathless. He was like a devil hunting her down with his fatal seduction.

"Tell me, Eleanor, do you want me to leave?" his voice came out raspy as his hands cupped her soft round breasts through her skimpy fabric of her bra. "Do you?"

Unable to bear his sexual torments anymore,  she closed the distance between them, cupped his nape and kissed him hard. He groaned against her tongue feeling her breasts flattened against his steel chest. She winced in pleasure as he wound his strong arms around her waist and pressed his rock hard abs onto her abdomen.

She grabbed his hair tight in her trembling hands as he deepened the kiss while his hand sneaked into her  moist hot panties to cup her butt.

She was writhing in unbearable desire when he laid her down on her back on the bed and leaned on top of her.

He dipped his head lower and kissed her neck and shoulders aggressively making her wriggle breathlessly under him in intense pain and delight. She arched her head backwards giving him more access to her throat as he harshly bit into her aroused skin and then sucking on it.

The sinful heat between her legs caused her body to go numb in ecstasy. She shuddered feeling the wetness in her panties. What the hell was he doing to her....

He drove his fierce mouth across her well defined collarbones making her whimper uncontrollably. Her sexy moans and the way her hands moved all over his back caused his carnal instinct to become all the more ferocious.

She screamed when he pressed his rock hard erection right on her throbbing moist panties.

"Sshh, baby, we'll be heard..." he whispered huskily biting hard into the swell of her heaving bosoms. If that wasn't enough torture he grinded his sexy hips roughly into her wetness.

She wanted to gasp out loud enough to make her lungs burst. The pleasure was so dark and intense. So animalistic and less of human. She was so turned on. She couldn't take it. She bit her swollen lips so hard to hold back her moans her that her eyes clouded with tears...

When she opened her eyes, he saw him staring at him darkly.

"This night will mean nothing," she breathed. "This is the last time you're ever in my bed," she added bitterly more to herself than to him.

Because it was brutally impossible to resist him.

The edges of his luscious raw mouth curled into a smirk. "Liar, Lair Sanchez on fire."

His hands pulled at her bra the very next second. Before she knew it he had taken her bra off from right over her head and tossed it fuck.

"Fuck, you're..." he gulped, staring hungrily at her luscious breasts and her pink aroused nipples.

Eleanor already knew what he wanted to see. The bulge in his boxers had got belligerent and bigger. It frightened her to bits but it also greatly tempted her to the tips of her curling toes.

She wanted to take his boxers off but surprisingly felt very nervous.

With hands trembling in violent desire, he felt, touched and squeezed each of her breasts. He fondled her twins so erotically that she felt an orgasm building in her abdomen.  She inhaled sharply as he took one of her pink nubs into his mouth sucking it hard.

"You feel so good in my mouth, baby," he let out a sexy harsh groan as he lapped his tongue around the nipple making it harder and erect in his mouth.

He repeated the same with her other nipple causing waves of thrilling shivers to gush down her body.

His tormenting mouth and tongue were all over her breasts. His hands were all over her, teasing every spot of her naked skin. He talked so dirty, so so  dirty that her cheeks flushed hot.

She felt filthy. She felt like a woman without any trace of dignity.

She was painfully disgusted with the way her body was so aroused and on the verge of coming. She hated herself for being so pathetically submissive to him.

Yet it was his fierce dominance that attracted her to him like a moth to fire.  She couldn't deny the unworldly and inhuman pleasure he made her feel. The hot pleasure that burned her blood and turned it into a pool of sin. She loved the way he was so painfully intense, reckless and aggressive.

Devon slipped down her breasts to kiss and suck the skin of her perfectly flat midriff. Her body was like an ocean of sin. She was so soft and creamy. So Nubile. So Perfect. It made desire explode in him like a savage volcano. The tip of his erection burned imagining those long sexy legs of hers wrapped around his waist. He wanted it bad to be inside her lush body, pushing in through every of her luxurious vaginal folds and feel her convulsing in his arms screaming out his name...

She knew she had come in her panties. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths feeling him settle between her wet legs. She nearly died of pleasure when he softly kissed  her warm soaked panties. She gasped, her heart pounding wildly in her chest,  as he used his tongue to lick the slickness off her trembling thighs.

He straightened himself back to his length and kissed her on the mouth. At that giddying height of extreme pleasure, she head him whisper hoarsely in her ear,

"I think about you day and night. I miss you, Eleanor. I miss us, our days together in Crawford Lane. Come back to me. Trust me again. I will not let you down, I promise," he kissed her neck.

Her eyes widened hearing that. Those words jerked her back to reality. Her heart missed a beat in despair as memories of the past flashed in front of her eyes. It was the good memories that deeply pained and angered her more than the bad ones. Because ahe had blindly trusted his lies.

"I love you, Eleanor. Love you so much." She heard him say and that was the last nail in the coffin.

He was about to take her panties off---

"No, stop!" She moved away from him on the bed with a repulsive force.

"Go away," she said sharply as she grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around her bare body

Devon was shocked. Moreover, anger climbed up her spine seeing her hiding herself from his eyes. He couldn't take that.

"No I--"

"I said leave, Devon!" she said fiercely. "Just Leave."

He clenched his jaws hard. She looked away while he put his trousers on. He grabbed his shirt and stormed off there.

As the door closed shut, Eleanor struggled to tone down her galloping heart beats. She wanted to forget everything about tonight. She wanted to forget he had even been there in her room.

She knew that Devon Parker was dangerous. But she didn't know that his love was dangerous too.

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Devon wore his shirt but didn't button it. He walked along the coridoors in a fit of rage. His features evinced hostility.

Carmen was startled to come across him. Her mouth watered in arousal when she caught sight of his bare chest and abs.

"What are you doing in the East Wing at this hour of the night?" she asked him.

He couldn't bother to respond.

Carmen blocked his path and spoke huskily, "I know you've the hots for me. Why else would you be here."

She gave him a seductive smile and pulled open her sexy navy blue nightrobe. She flashed him the leopard print lingerie she was wearing inside and stood in a provocative posture.

She gave the bold look, very confident of her body and the effect it had on the opposite sex. Because no guy till date had ever been able to resist her.

"I will show you much more, bad boy," she said in a sultry voice, tying her nightrobe again. "But for that, you need to be in bed with me."

"I hate filth in my bed. I'm very hygienic," he said bluntly and walked off.

Devon wanted to insult her worse than that but he was too exhausted to come up with a better insinuation.