Forbidden Desire Claimed by Demonlord

DISCLAIMER.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events are either the products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

This book contains multiple explicit scenes and hardcore raw sex scenes with mostly BDSM that most readers might find distressing although every encounter is fully consensual.

Brace yourself for the ride.

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CHAPTER 1

SOPHIE

The shrill ring of the telephone in the kitchen snapped me out of making my husband, Leo's favorite drink.

I quickly wiped my hands and reached for the telephone. It was almost eleven PM, and I wondered who would be calling at this hour.

"Hello, Leo? When are you coming over, darling?" A feminine voice said as I picked up the telephone, and I froze.

I processed the fact that she was referring to my husband as "darling."

My nostrils flared, and I sniffed. "Who are you?"

"Oh my God, I'm sorry..." the woman on the other end stammered, but I cut her off sharply.

"Hey, hey, hey... don't hang up! Don't be a coward, okay? Just tell me your name. That's the least you can do for sleeping with my husband, don't you think?"

She inhaled sharply. "I'm Aurélie... I'm sorry, please. I shouldn't have called now." She hung up.

I slowly collapsed to the floor, my hands dragging down the blender, which crashed to the tiles.

This was my worst nightmare. I winced as I stared at the smoothie splattered across the floor.

I must be the most foolish woman on earth. It's eleven at night; I've already tucked my baby into bed, yet here I am, making my husband's favorite drink while he's out there with some other woman.

Some moments later, the door creaked open, and there he stood, walking in with a suitcase and a dirty smirk on his face.

I knew what was next... He was about to tell me some fairy tales about how work was super hectic and kept him late.

Leo approached me, his lips curling into a smile, but it vanished the moment he saw me crouched on the floor, tears streaming down my face.

He quickly lunged for me, asking worriedly, "What is the problem, Sophie?"

I gazed up at him, sniffing. "She called you-" I began.

His eyes widened in confusion. "Who are you talking about?"

"Aurélie," I replied in a shaky voice. "I guess you're late again today, huh?"

I exhaled lightly. Her name sounded French. Leo always claimed he didn't like French girls, yet here he was, coming home late every night because of one of the very women he claims to hate.

He bent down, cupping my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze even if I didn't want to.

"Look at me," he urged, his voice calm. "She's not important, Sophie... You are! Just you and Adele, our daughter, are what matters to me, okay?"

I sighed, then scoffed, looking away. Of course, I was more important to him.

I must be brain dead, right? I must be the biggest fool on the planet, believing we were happy, thinking we were so lucky.

I thought I was safe with him after everything I'd been through, all because of him.

I followed every rule he set. I distanced myself from my family, deleted my social media accounts, and avoided parties to keep other men from noticing me.

Yes, that's what he demanded, and for the past five years, I complied. But now he's sleeping with some other woman?

I can tolerate his yelling and hitting, but I gave him one rule out of the million he imposed on me: I told him to never cheat on me.

"Listen to me," he said, sitting on the floor and inching closer as I sobbed.

But I sharply interrupted him. "I can smell her!" I sneered, standing up. "I can smell her damn perfume or whatever that slut's name is!"

"What?" he exclaimed, disbelief lacing his voice. "Baby, all we did was have a drink. Just at the coffee shop, nothing more..."