Diablo Inside by Amarie Avant.
A monster grips the city in his iron fist.
The media calls him El Santo.
I prefer El Diablo—the devil.
My obsession with the gorgeous Dominic Alvarez will be his demise. I crave the look in his captivating dark eyes while I crush his even darker soul.
I refuse to become like the others; the women whose hearts stop at the sight of him.
Those women lost themselves in the allure and temptation of El Santo before they could feel the danger of El Diablo.
The time for redemption is now.
Seduce them all and make their souls mine.
It’s what I was born to do.
But here comes a cunning little mouse, playing in a snake den.
Aria Jones lives inside the walls of her pretty head. That’s where I need to be—in her head.
Once I glean the secrets behind Aria’s jaded gaze and discover her greatest fears, I’ll collect the little mouse like the others.
Collect, crush, and make her mine forever.
“I was going to say your attempt to ruin my life would be futile. Your demise,” Dominic murmurs. His knuckles run along my side cleavage. “I was gonna call you the craziest woman I’ve ever crossed. Make you fear spreading your lies.” A heaviness settles in all the right spots of my body. My pu**y lips throb. The sound of his voice is enough to make me go cockeyed. Oh, but I see very well. My focus is on his lips as he talks sh*t about breaking me. What sort of woman wants a man to break her? Fear cleaves to me. A sick, dirty thought courses through my brain, compelling me to break anyway he’d like. The sanity in me, which I know isn’t entirely too functional due to my history, doesn’t believe the hype. I chortle.
“So, you’re saying I’m crazy? I should be punished for spreading lies? Ha!”
“Sí. But there are other things I’d like to spread when it comes to you.” His fingers frame my curves.
My lie comes through swift and apathetic. “Not interested.”
“I’m not interested in you either.”
Damn, that cut deeper than necessary. I slap at his dominating hands. “You’re just saying that.”
His hand claims my a$$. “I am. You drive me to smoke, Aria. I want to dig into you. F*ck you angry. No, let me be honest.” He chews his lip. My senses heighten further. “I want to break you in half. F*ck you until your throat bleeds, and you go blind for a time. While you’re left undone, I’d smoke an entire pack of cigarettes.”
“Sounds like a bad habit you should’ve broken,” I reply sarcastically.
He stops massaging the meat of my ass and sighs. “And save you, Aria. Let me do that for you, mami. Break you in half, mold you. Save you. All of it.” I strain at lifting from the wall. A tank is in my way. His name is Dominic Alverez, and he still isn’t an angel.
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