A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 141 – 150

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 141 – 150

LUCIFER FROWN.

I closed the door behind me, and the silence of the corridor felt suffocating. The heavy, uneven thudding of my heart echoed in my ears—a sound I hadn’t heard in centuries. I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling the strange rhythm.

It was alien, disturbing in its persistence. A cold shudder ran through me as I stood there, my fingers trembling slightly against the fabric.

My heart… it was beating. Why?

I took a few steps away from the door, but with every step, the pounding grew louder, more intense.

The image of Selene flashed behind my eyes—her skin beneath my touch, the look in her eyes, the way she trembled against me.

I should be walking away with cold satisfaction, another fleeting pleasure indulged. But instead, I felt… unsettled.

My breath quickened, and a foreign sensation coiled tight in my chest. Panic? No, it wasn’t panic. It was something much worse, much deeper. My control was slipping, and I could feel it in the very marrow of my bones.

I leaned heavily against the wall, dragging a hand through my hair as I tried to regain composure. Why couldn’t I think straight?

Why was she still on my mind? I clenched my jaw, my eyes narrowing as the pulse beneath my skin intensified, turning my thoughts into a chaotic mess.

What is wrong with me?

I turned sharply, striding toward my room as if I could outrun the thoughts clawing at my mind. My steps were heavier than usual, each one laced with a strange mixture of frustration and desire.

By the time I reached the door to my chambers, my breathing was labored, my throat tight.

I slammed the door shut behind me and stumbled toward the mirror, gripping its edges as I stared at my reflection.

My face looked unfamiliar—pale, strained, the fire in my eyes flickering between red and black like a flame starved of air.

I glared at the reflection, as if I could will myself back to the indifference I always carried.

But it wasn’t working.

I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a long, steadying breath, hoping the pounding in my chest would slow. It didn’t.

I opened my eyes, and there it was again—the gnawing sensation in the pit of my stomach, the heat spreading through my veins like wildfire.

My eyes, once cold and emotionless, were now betraying me, swirling with the intensity of emotions I couldn’t contain.

I ran a hand over my face, then through my hair, my fingers trembling with the weight of it all. How could this be happening?

I had experienced countless moments of passion, centuries of indulgence. But this—this was different.

There was something in the way her body had responded to mine, the way her breath hitched, the way her name felt on my lips… it was intoxicating, maddening.

I couldn’t control it.

The feeling that surged through me wasn’t just lust. It was something far more dangerous. My control, my discipline—it was slipping, shattering in the wake of whatever Selene had awakened inside me. And the worst part was, I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to feel it again. I wanted her again.

But this wasn’t like before. This wasn’t some fleeting craving, easily satisfied and forgotten. No, this was different.

This was raw and primal, a hunger that gnawed at me, refusing to be ignored. And I hated it. I hated the way it made me feel—weak, vulnerable, out of control.

I slammed my fist against the mirror, but it didn’t shatter. The reflection wavered, distorted by the force of the blow, but it held firm, just as I should be doing.

I should be able to push these feelings aside, to compartmentalize, to remain in control. But I couldn’t.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Her touch, her scent, the way her eyes had widened with surprise and something else—something deeper. My fingers curled into fists, my nails biting into my palms as I tried to wrestle back control. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t banish the image of her from my mind.

What is this feeling?

I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes burning red now, no longer trying to conceal the fire inside me. My breath came in ragged bursts, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain composure.

She had done this to me.

Selene.

The sound of her name in my mind sent another wave of heat through me, making it even harder to focus. I had always been the one in control, the one who decided how things would go, the one who never let emotions dictate my actions. But now… now I was unraveling.

I wanted her.

No, more than that—I needed her. Not just for tonight, not just for a moment. I needed her in ways I couldn’t even fully understand yet. And that terrified me.

A smile creep into my face, I need to feel her over and over again, like a drug… One I need to maintain or I might just kill her…. If I had stayed in that room, I knew for a fact that I would have taken her over and over again.

Am screwed.

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A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 141 – 150

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