A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 131 – 140
I stopped at the threshold of the living room, my gaze settling on her. Selene stood by the window, her figure outlined by the faint moonlight.
She wasn’t looking at me—her focus was on the night outside, lost in whatever thoughts kept her tethered to that spot. The way her shoulders were set, tense yet resigned, made it clear she was wrestling with something heavy. She was miles away, and yet, when I walked into the room, her attention snapped back, and her eyes met mine.
“Lucifer?” she murmured, a mix of exasperation and resignation lacing her voice. She looked at me as if searching for answers in a puzzle she couldn’t quite put together.
I raised an eyebrow, allowing her to speak.
“What is it that you really want from me?” Her words hung between us, sharper than I’d expected.
“Hmm,” I replied noncommittally, studying her with a cool expression, unwilling to yield even the slightest hint of my motives.
She let out a short breath, almost a scoff. “I’ve been thinking, trying to piece together everything I’ve seen, everything I know,” she continued. “The maids… they all signed deals with you. Am I just another… another one of them? Am I here to work for you, too?” Her voice grew firmer as she turned to face me directly. “I’d really like us to be clear about these things.”
“Selene—”
“Please, just tell me.” She took a step closer, her face filled with a stubborn determination that, oddly, suited her. “Could it be… sex?” Her eyes didn’t waver as she spoke. “If I sleep with you, will you let me be?”
The corners of my mouth twitched, and I replied simply, “You belong to me.”
She huffed, frustrated, her gaze hardening. “You keep saying that.” She stepped forward again, so close I could feel her steady, furious energy. “But do you love me? Do you have any feelings for me?”
“Love?” I tilted my head, a slow, cynical smile crossing my lips. “Don’t you think that’s too much to ask?” I leaned in just slightly, enough to keep her attention. “The devil doesn’t love.”
She didn’t back down, her eyes narrowing as if I’d just confirmed something she already suspected. “What *do* you feel, then?” She moved even closer, her face tipped up defiantly. “Obsession? Possessiveness? Which one?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
The back-and-forth of this questioning was beginning to lose its novelty. Humans and their insistence on dissecting emotions, on fitting experiences into tidy little labels. I was here to control, to possess, not to entertain riddles about human attachment. The only human I could understand is Ana.
Growing tired of her persistent questioning, I moved closer, brushing aside her demands with a tone that left no room for argument. “You’re spending the night with me,” I said simply, sidestepping her questions entirely. “Let’s go to bed.”
Her eyes flashed with anger as she took a step back, her hands clenched. “I don’t feel like doing that with you!” she yelled, the force of her voice echoing through the room. “You’ve made me forget everything I ever dreamed of—going to college, building a life of my own! Can’t you see how you affect me?”
I stared at her, unaffected by her outburst, though mildly intrigued by her reaction. “Selene—”
“No!” she cut me off, her voice laced with both frustration and sorrow. “I want to be alone, away from you.” She turned on her heel and stormed up the staircase, her footsteps ringing out in rapid succession until she reached the second floor. A moment later, a door slammed so hard it shook the walls.
I watched the empty space where she’d stood, a mixture of irritation and bemusement simmering just beneath my calm exterior. *Women.* A part of me acknowledged her emotions as a predictable, if inconvenient, aspect of mortal existence.
The outbursts, the yearning for independence—it was the same old game, one I’d seen play out across centuries, with mortals grasping for significance in ways that always left them feeling empty.
Still, I couldn’t quite ignore the strange tug of curiosity that stirred within me. I wanted her here, yes. But the why of it was… elusive. Normally, there was no hesitation, no question in my mind. I wanted something; I took it. Yet here I was, lingering in the aftermath of her outburst, contemplating her words.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 131 – 140
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