**Chapter 1: Spellbound Seduction**
The Isle of the Lost had always been a place of dark secrets and forbidden magic, but Carlos De Vil had never dabbled in spells quite like this before. His heart burned with a jealous fire as he watched Mal, the fierce and untamed daughter of Maleficent, stand beside Ben, the golden boy of Auradon, as his wife. The way her violet eyes sparkled for him—it was a dagger in Carlos’s chest. He wanted her. He *needed* her. And tonight, under the cover of a moonless sky, he’d have her.
Carlos had found the spellbook in his mother’s old stash, a tattered grimoire reeking of desperation and power. The incantation was simple: a memory wipe, just enough to erase Ben from Mal’s mind for one night. He whispered the words in the shadows of his room, the air crackling with forbidden energy. His fingers trembled, not from fear, but from anticipation. He could already imagine her sharp tongue, her fierce gaze, locked on him instead of that perfect prince.
He found Mal in the castle gardens, her leather jacket slung over a bench, her hair a wild cascade of purple. She turned as he approached, her eyes narrowing with that familiar, dangerous glint. 'What’s with the creepy stalker vibe, De Vil?' she snapped, crossing her arms. 'You look like you’ve got something to say. Spit it out.'
Carlos smirked, stepping closer, the spell’s magic tingling on his tongue. 'Just thought you could use a break from playing queen, Mal. Don’t you ever miss the chaos? The thrill of being… bad?' His voice dipped low, suggestive, and he saw a flicker of curiosity in her gaze.
She laughed, sharp and biting. 'Oh, please. You think you can tempt me with your puppy-dog eyes? I’m not some damsel you can charm.' But her words faltered as the spell took hold, her brow furrowing in confusion. 'Wait… why am I even out here? Where’s—' She stopped, her mind a blank slate where Ben’s name should have been.
Carlos seized the moment, closing the distance between them. 'Doesn’t matter, does it? It’s just you and me now. And I’ve been dying to see if you’re as wild as I remember.' His hand brushed her arm, and though she stiffened, she didn’t pull away. The air between them was electric, charged with something raw and untamed.
Mal’s lips curled into a smirk, her voice dripping with challenge. 'You think you can handle me, Carlos? I’m not some easy mark. If you want a piece of this, you’d better prove you’re worth it.' Her words were a dare, and Carlos was more than ready to accept.
He pulled her closer, his grip firm but not forceful, and she met him with equal intensity, her hands fisting in his jacket. 'Oh, I’m worth it,' he growled, his breath hot against her ear. 'I’ve been hard for you since the day we met, Mal. And I’m done waiting.' Her eyes flashed with something between defiance and desire, and she crushed her lips against his, all teeth and heat, a collision of pent-up frustration.
Their kiss was a battle, tongues clashing as they stumbled back against a tree, the rough bark digging into Mal’s back. She bit his lip, hard enough to draw a hiss from him, and laughed against his mouth. 'That all you got, De Vil? I expected more.' Her taunt only fueled him, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her tight against him so she could feel just how much he wanted her.
'Keep talking, Mal,' he shot back, his voice rough with lust. 'I’m gonna make that pretty mouth of yours scream my name.' His fingers dug into her hips as she ground against him, her breath hitching, already wet with anticipation. The night was theirs, and as their clothes started to fall, the promise of something explosive hung heavy in the air—sweating, panting, and dripping with need, they were only just getting started.
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