"Pull the trigger!" I said.
I felt my muscles getting tired, my pain fading, my judgment clear. I just couldn't do it. I realized I couldn't pull the trigger. I couldn't kill him.
"I hate you!!! You manage to make me forget the hate I feel for you, you make me weak, and I despise it. Just shoot me alread-" I said, but I didn't finish my sentence.
It took me quite a while to realize what was happening. He didn't shoot me. He was kissing me. It was an angry kiss; he was trying to win me by kissing me. I tried to pull back, but my feelings betrayed me.
I kiss him back. We were both fighting for dominance, but he won, and I felt him smile. We continue to kiss and bite each other's lips for a few moments before we pull back trying to catch our breaths.
"What does a man have to do to make you shut up?"-he says, his lips were sullen, and they looked hot.
"You don't."-I say still breathing heavily.
He grabs me by my waist and bring me closer to him, my heart threatening to get out of my chest.
"From what just happened I'm pretty sure you would like to think your answer."-he whispers.
"Why don't you do it again and we'll see what happens..."-I say and so he does...
"Even in a room full of art, she was the only masterpiece I was looking at."

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She embodied the persona of the Devil in high heels, a savior for bloodshed, a toxic and perilous force. Her eyes blazed with fire, and her heart harbored poison; love and concern were foreign concepts to her. Money and power were her sole pursuits, and she was as seemingly harmless as a hungry panther.
Her mantra was to kill and conquer, devoid of love or any emotional attachment—a true Femme Fatale. Her middle name was synonymous with danger, a fact well-known to all, yet men found themselves inexplicably drawn to her.
However, her allure meets its match when she encroaches upon the wrong territory. Raven King believed she could emerge victorious here, but she underestimated the domain of Alessio Madrigal.
The reigning monarch of his territory, Alessio is a boss, a ruler, feared by the police, and obeyed by all. That is until a malevolent woman defies his rules and commits murder within his domain. Now faced with the challenge of dealing with her, Alessio must decide how to eliminate a woman who infuriates him while simultaneously offering a strange sense of peace when she's in his presence.
Will Raven triumph, or will she lose something far more valuable than money in this power struggle?


The Devil Wears Heels

"Did you eat?" I questioned Raven who was sprawled on the couch underneath a blanket randomly flicking through channels.
"I'm too lazy to walk upto the kitchen." She pouted longingly glancing at the kitchen where no doubt the scent of food was driving her crazy.
"I'll get you a plate, why don't you ...

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