<Excerpts> His hands were stained with blood. Mine trembled from the keys I’d just played. The studio door slammed behind him. The silence in the soundproofed room enveloped us.His molten, unblinking eyes traced my sweat-slicked skin. I should’ve been afraid, but fear had long since learned to live beside arousal. “You know what your voice does to me?” He rasped, stepping forward, every inch of him coiled and predatory. “Tiberio…” I whispered, unsure if it was a warning for stop him or a plea to have him. He didn’t stop. His fingers tangled in my hair, and then his mouth crashed onto mine—hot, brutal, claiming. I gasped as he backed me against the grand piano, the sharp edge digging into my spine while his hips pinned me in place. “I hear you sing,” he growled against my mouth, “and I want to ruin you.” “You already did,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shirt, into the muscle beneath. “No,” he hissed, slipping his hand between my thighs. “That was foreplay.” His touch was possessive, and ruthless. There was no tenderness in the way he lifted me onto the piano, no apology when he tore the buttons of my blouse open one by one with a patience that made me ache. “Everyone listens to your voice,” he murmured, pressing his mouth to my throat, “but only I get to make it scream.” His tongue traced down the column of my neck, his fingers dipping beneath my panties like he had every right. And maybe he did. Maybe I gave it to him when I let him back me into the shadows. When I stopped singing for freedom and started singing for vengeance. I moaned his name again—broken, breathless. And he smiled against my skin. “That’s it, soloista. Sing for me.” And I did. With no mic. No stage. Just his hands, his mouth, and the devil’s rhythm pounding through my pulse. ~~~~~ Alice Rodriguez, a once-famous singer, was shattered when her lover framed her, leading to two years in prison that stripped her of her fame, fortune, and future. Betrayed by her ex, now married to her best friend, and abandoned by her fans, Alice emerges from incarceration not broken but forged anew, her voice now a weapon honed by a dark pact made behind bars. She’s out for blood. And she’s playing the strings of three hearts.A novel steeped in lust, betrayal, and twisted love—where every note she sings brings someone closer to their ruin. ⚠️ Content Warning: The Devil’s Soloist is a dark, emotionally intense romance that explores themes of betrayal, obsession, revenge, trauma, and mental illness. It contains explicit sexual content, graphic scenes, and morally gray characters. This story delves into the psychological aftermath of incarceration, abuse of power, and unhealthy emotional entanglements, including relationships that may be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult themes including infidelity, power play, dominance/submission, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. Recommended for 18+ audiences only. If you’re sensitive to themes of morally gray relationships or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution. “ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ. Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown. Securing employment proved to be challenging, and her responsibilities as the primary provider for her small family added to her burdens. She had to support her brother's education as well as cover expenses for her mother's medical condition. She resorts to becoming a stripper out of desperation, ensuring her religious mother remains unaware of her shameful occupation.Her life takes a surprising twist when she is presented with a great chance to become an actress. The main male character, Raul D'Amano, is incredibly attractive and despite being married, the protagonist cannot help but feel drawn to him. ░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 '𝐬𝐢𝐧' 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐃'𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩