DEVIL'S Sin and Silk

PROLOGUE: THE CURSE OF THE UNTOUCHED The child was born under a blood moon. Not a cry, not a breath — just silence, thick as ash. The midwife shivered as she held the baby girl, her tiny body wrapped in sheets of crimson and shadow. All around them, candles flickered despite the absence of wind. And then the air split. A voice, not human, whispered from nowhere and everywhere at once. “She will be mine.” The mother screamed as black veins bloomed beneath her skin, her heart stopping mid-beat. The father bled from his eyes. The priest who had been called to bless the child collapsed, choking on his rosary. Only the baby remained untouched — her eyes wide open, glowing like amber flame. And above her crib, in a crack of shadow no one else could see, a figure watched. He had no name then. Only hunger. SEVENTEEN YEARS LATER Her name was Celestine Mara Valerra. She had the kind of beauty that felt like a mistake — too perfect, too untouchable. A face like fallen starlight. Skin that shimmered under moonlight like fine silk. Men who looked at her too long forgot how to breathe. But no one could touch her. Not once. Not ever. They tried. They all did. Some begged. Some forced. Some dared to kiss her hand, her cheek, her mouth. And every single one of them paid. One man went blind. Another ran screaming into traffic. One simply dropped dead. It wasn’t that she resisted. In fact… she had tried. She had wanted to feel what others felt — love, lust, even just skin against skin. But every time a man grew bold, something else awakened. Something ancient. Possessive. Jealous. And it did not like to share. THE DEVIL’S DREAM He only touched her in dreams. In the dark velvet space between sleep and waking, he came — cloaked in fire, forged from shadow. But he was beautiful. A body carved from desire: tall, broad-shouldered, skin like obsidian marble, eyes a glowing red-gold that burned right through her. His voice — low, molten, sinful — slid down her spine like heat. “Still untouched, little flame?” he murmured, brushing her hair from her neck. “I’m the only one who can taste you. The only one who ever will.” His breath was heat against her skin. His lips traced fire across her throat. And her body — so cold, so untouched in waking — ignited in sleep. She would wake gasping, soaked in sweat, thighs trembling with ache, his voice still whispering her name in her bones. Lucien. That was the name he gave her. Or maybe the one she whispered in her dreams without knowing why. THE OTHER ONE — KAEL Then came Kael Dreven. A man without fear. The youngest, richest mafia boss in Europe. Tattooed, dangerous, brilliant — and completely cursed. Like her. They met on a rainy night, her heel broken in an alley, blood on her lip. He didn’t flinch when he saw her. Didn’t run when her curse flared. He touched her cheek… and nothing happened. No madness. No death. No pain. Just heat. She slapped his hand away, but he only grinned. “I don’t die easy, sweetheart.” What she didn’t know — what he didn’t know — was this: Kael’s father was a high-ranking demon. And Kael… was half-devil himself. Bound by a different curse. One that made him immune to hers. Fate had played a dirty game. THE PRICE OF LOVE Only one thing could break her curse. Not s*x. Not desire. Not even magic. But true love — made real in the most dangerous way: A man had to love her deeply enough to die for her… and still choose to stay. To make love to her knowing it might kill him. The Devil, Lucien, knew this. And he would never allow it. He had marked her since before birth. He had tasted her soul. And now, he wanted her in every way — as wife, as flame, as sinner. But Kael was willing to die for her. And Celestine? She didn’t love either of them. Not yet. She only knew she was tired of being untouchable. And if the Devil wanted her… He would have to fight for her. To the death. 🌹 END OF PROLOGUE