El Diablo Read Online Books by M. Robinson (The Devil #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil Series by M. Robinson
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Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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“Thank you. I can’t even begin to tell you what this means to me.”

“Show me,” he groaned.

“Look who’s decided to wake up,” he taunted, pulling me away from my thoughts as he walked into our room.

I rolled over, sitting up. Bringing the silk sheet with me, covering my bare breasts. Martinez made up an elaborate story why my pajamas never made it to his room. Saying he had no idea why they weren’t transferred, and he would take care of the man in charge. I wasn’t stupid, I knew he’d thrown them out. I had yet to replace them, becoming comfortable enough to be naked around him.

Even though we were closer than ever, we hadn’t been intimate. I mean, he gave me mind-blowing orgasms all the time, but he never allowed me to touch him. Knowing that was all it would take for him to lose control. I think a part of him was still closed off when it came to us having sex. Scared he wouldn’t be able to take me how I yearned for. Having a repeat of what happened years ago. I knew he would never do that to me again. He barely survived it the first time.

I didn’t push it.

I didn’t have to.

For once, his words spoke louder than his actions.

“You need to get dressed,” he ordered, tugging my foot toward him at the side of the bed.

I squealed, laughing. “You want clothes on me? That’s new.”

He leaned forward, hovering above me. Caging me in with his strong, defined arms. “You just like being at my mercy.” He breathed against my lips, causing shivers down my body. “Now, get dressed.” He snapped down his teeth, backing away, much to my disappointment.

“Where are we going?” I asked, not getting up, watching how he moved around his room.

The way his back flexed, the way his black slacks hugged all the right places, how tall he fucking was. His whole backside was delicious. I shook off the image before it got me in trouble, and we’d never leave the penthouse.

“If I wanted you to know, I would have told you. I’m not going to tell you again. Get dressed.”

See… still an asshole.

The limo was waiting for us, along with the usual bodyguards. It didn’t take long to get where he was taking me. We pulled up to a brick building not far from his penthouse in the center of Manhattan. His men got out first and did a sweep around the property before I was permitted to get out. Some things never changed. He took my hand, helping me out of the limo, leading me up a set of stairs toward the back entrance. He unlocked the frosted, glass door, leaving the light off as I entered behind him.

“Alejandro, why are we—” He flicked on the light, rendering me silent.

I watched as she made her way around the immense, open space. I stood off to the side with my hands in the pockets of my slacks, giving her a moment to take in all the things around her. Grinning as I watched how her eyes danced around the room. Not knowing where to look first. The glazed look in her eyes was all the thank you I needed.

“Is this—”

“It’s yours,” I simply stated, snapping her attention to me.

My voice echoed from where I stood. A smile spread across her face as she tried to keep her tears at bay. I grabbed the documents off the front counter, stepping from the tile onto the hardwood floors, toward her. Without saying another word, I handed her the deed to the building. She took the papers in her shaking hands, looking at what it was. Blinking rapidly, trying to focus on the big letters that read her name on the front.

“Oh my God,” she rasped, placing her hand over her mouth as she went through the document.

“Just because you can’t dance professionally anymore, Lexi. Doesn’t mean you can’t teach it and continue to do what you love, sweetheart.”

She peered up at me, wide eyed, her mouth opening and shutting. Shaking her head in disbelief.

“This is too much—” I placed my index finger against her lips, silencing her.

“I bought this studio for you. You have everything you need, as you can see, to start your own company. The building is yours, Lexi. My name isn’t attached to it in any way. Free and clear. No matter what happens… it’s yours.”

Her eyes blurred with more tears, stunned and overwhelmed by my gift to her. I caressed the side of her cheek with the back of my fingers, trying to soothe her emotions. She leaned into my touch, closing her eyes for a second. Telling me what her words couldn’t.

“How am I ever going to thank you for everything you have done for me?”

“Dance for me.”


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