EL DIABLO EXCERPT

✰✰(¯`*From USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson*´¯)✰✰

I lunged forward, clearing all the contents off the table, to the floor. The sounds of the glass crashing onto the hardwood was mocking me… my heart shattering the exact same way.
It was everywhere and all around me.
I couldn’t run. 
I couldn’t escape.
I had no one.
I kept moving because I knew once I stopped I would crash, and possibly never get back up again. I darted around the dining room, my feet stomping with every step, leaving a path of destruction in their wake. Throwing candles, dishware, and chairs. Flipping the table over. I went after anything I could find, demolishing the perfect night.
“I hate you! I hate you!” I yelled, punching the mirror that I caught my reflection in. Not even flinching from the pain. I repeated that mantra over and over, letting it sink into my pores, and making it become a part of me. Destroying everything in my path, the future I would never have.
I pulled my hair back, taking in the destructive scene before me. “Get yourself together,” I rasped, making my way to the bar. Taking four swigs of whiskey from the head, not bothering with a glass, and repeating it several times until the bottle was empty, and I felt nothing but the burn through my body.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed another bottle, wanting to drown myself in the amber liquid. Leaning my whole body against the wall, I started sliding down, wallowing in the despair of what my life had become. I don’t know how long I sat there, drinking my life away when I heard the front door open, footsteps coming my way.
“Sophia?” I slurred.
A part of me hoped that it was somebody that was coming to put me out of my misery.

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Sneak Peek

"Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?"
"I-I-I—" Lexi sputtered. Her demeanor suddenly changed from confidence to fear.
"Didn't I warn you that I wasn't in the mood for your fucking bullshit tonight?"
"I'm sor—"
I put my hand up, stopping her. I hated that she was fucking apologizing to me. I hated that she never listened to a goddamn word that came out of my mouth. But most of all, I hated that I didn’t give a flying fuck that I was scaring the shit out of her.  
Maybe next time she would fucking listen to me.
“Didn't I tell you not to fucking provoke me?"
She shook her head back and forth. Her lip quivered, which only made my cock twitch from the sight of her.
I unhooked my cufflinks, rolling my shirt sleeves up my forearms. I unbuckled my belt next, forcefully pulling it out of the loops of my slacks.
"You can't do—"
I raised my hand and swung the belt down, not allowing her to finish her goddamn question. I just wanted her to shut the fuck up and do as she was told. She gasped as it hissed through the air and hit the corner of my desk right beside her making her jump. Her eyes widened with fear, instantly stepping back and away from me.
I didn't falter.
Gripping my belt tight, I cracked it again on the wooden floor in front of me. The sharp noise ricocheted all around us, echoing off the walls.
She immediately shuddered, panting profusely. Her tits rose and descended with each stride that brought me closer to her. She backed herself into a chair, stumbling to stay upright. My grasp tightened. White knuckling the belt, I gritted out, 

"What, cariño? Ask me again. What can't I fucking do?”

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