Chapter 1: Spellbound Seduction
The air in Auradon was thick with the scent of roses and betrayal as Carlos De Vil paced the shadowy corridors of the castle, his mind a storm of jealousy. Ben, the golden boy king, had everything—power, prestige, and worst of all, Mal, the fierce, violet-haired enchantress who had stolen Carlos’s heart long before any crown was placed on her head. Their marriage was a dagger in his chest, and tonight, he’d carve it out with a spell.
Carlos clutched the ancient grimoire he’d swiped from Maleficent’s old lair, its pages whispering dark promises. He’d found the perfect enchantment—a memory wipe, temporary but potent enough to make Mal forget her vows, her king, and see only him. His lips curled into a sly grin as he murmured the incantation under his breath, the words tasting like forbidden fruit.
In the royal gardens, Mal stood alone, her leather jacket slung over a marble bench, her eyes lost in the starlit sky. She was a vision of untamed power, her curves sharp and dangerous, her presence commanding even in solitude. Carlos approached, his heart pounding, the spell’s energy crackling in his fingertips.
“Hey, Mal,” he drawled, voice smooth as sin. “Lost in thought or just dodging your kingly duties?”
She turned, her piercing green eyes narrowing with a smirk. “Carlos, shouldn’t you be off chasing some tail instead of stalking me? What’s your deal tonight?”
He stepped closer, the spell’s magic weaving through the air, invisible but heavy. “Maybe I’m here to remind you of what you’re missing. All that royal bullshit—don’t tell me you don’t crave something... wilder.”
Mal laughed, sharp and biting, crossing her arms over her chest. “Wilder? Boy, I invented wild. You think you can handle me, De Vil? I’d break you before breakfast.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” he shot back, his gaze dropping to her lips, full and taunting. The spell took hold, her eyes glazing for a split second before refocusing, softer, curious. “Tell me, Mal, when’s the last time you felt... untamed?”
She tilted her head, a predatory glint in her stare, stepping forward until their breaths mingled. “You’ve got a mouth on you tonight. What’s your game, Carlos? Trying to play the big bad wolf?”
“No game,” he whispered, his hand brushing her jaw, testing the waters. “Just a man who knows what he wants. And I want you, Mal. Always have.”
Her smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of raw heat. The spell had erased Ben from her mind, leaving only a void that Carlos was eager to fill. She grabbed his collar, pulling him closer, her voice a low growl. “You’ve got five seconds to prove you’re worth my time, or I’m walking.”
He didn’t waste a breath, crashing his lips against hers, the kiss a battle of wills—hot, desperate, and electric. Her hands roamed his back, nails digging in as she pressed her body against his, all hard lines and soft curves. Carlos groaned, already hard, his cock straining against his jeans as her tongue danced with his, daring him to keep up.
“Fuck, Mal,” he panted, breaking away just enough to speak. “You’re gonna kill me before we even get started.”
She grinned, wicked and unapologetic, her hand sliding down to grip him through the fabric. “Good. I like my men sweating and begging. Now, show me what you’ve got, or I’ll find someone who can.”
They stumbled toward a secluded alcove in the garden, hidden by ivy and moonlight, her leather jacket hitting the ground as she shoved him against the stone wall. Her fingers worked his belt with ruthless efficiency, and he hissed as the cool night air hit his skin, his cock throbbing under her gaze. She licked her lips, eyes dark with hunger, and dropped to her knees, her intent clear.
“Mal, you don’t have to—” he started, but her glare cut him off.
“Shut up, Carlos. I do what I want. And right now, I want to taste you.” Her voice was a command, and he was powerless as her mouth closed around him, hot and wet, delivering a blowjob that made his knees buckle. He gripped her hair, trying not to lose it right then, his breath ragged as she worked him with a skill that was pure, unadulterated power.
The night was just beginning, and as her tongue teased him to the edge, Carlos knew this was only the start of a game neither of them would survive unscathed.
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