A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 151 – 160
I wiped my face, furious with myself. I couldn’t keep letting him get to me like this. But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn’t that simple.
Lucifer had a way of burrowing into my soul, of making me question every decision I’d ever made. And every time I resolved to hate him, something pulled me back.
wrapping my arms around myself as I stared at the ground. I didn’t know what to do anymore. Last night felt like a dream—a hazy, heated memory that left me feeling both exhilarated and broken.
But this morning, the cold, harsh reality of it hit me full force. And I realized, for the first time, that I didn’t know how to move forward.
The anger faded, replaced by a hollow ache as I thought of the way he’d looked away from me, the way he’d brushed me aside as though I didn’t matter.
A part of me wanted to scream, to march back into that dining room and demand answers, demand some kind of acknowledgment.
But another part of me wanted to disappear, to escape from him, from this place, from everything that reminded me of him.
Lucien’s sudden presence snapped me out of my thoughts. Before I could fully process that he was there, our eyes met, and I quickly wiped away the traces of my tears, hoping he hadn’t noticed.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his tone soft but concerned.
I forced a smile. “I’m fine… just a little stressed.”
His gaze was gentle, like he saw through the facade I was trying so hard to keep up. “Why were you crying?” he asked, moving closer until he was standing right in front of me. His hand reached up slowly, wiping a stray tear from my cheek, the warmth of his touch oddly comforting. “Don’t you think you’re too pretty to cry?”
A soft laugh escaped me, but it felt hollow. “Why do I feel like you’ve been extra kind to me lately, Lucien?” I asked, trying to add a bit of lightness to my tone.
“I’ve always been kind,” he replied with a smile that softened the intensity of his gaze. “You just don’t realize it. I’m here for you, you know. You can tell me anything. I promise, I won’t judge.”
I wanted to believe him, to trust that he wouldn’t look at me differently if I shared even a sliver of the tangled mess inside my head. “I know you won’t.” I smiled, but the moment felt fragile, slipping away as soon as I saw Lucifer standing at the entrance to the garden.
His expression was icy, his gaze void of any warmth or emotion. It was as if I were nothing more than a stranger in his world.
“Selene?” Lucien’s voice pulled me back, and I turned to look at him, feeling a pang of guilt as I saw his worry still etched on his face.
“Do you think…” I hesitated, glancing back toward Lucifer. “Do you think Lucifer could… hurt you for a misunderstanding?”
Lucien’s expression softened, almost as if he were trying to reassure me. “I don’t think so,” he said with a small, comforting smile.
A sudden impulse flared up in me, a mixture of anger and defiance. I wanted Lucifer to hurt, to feel even a fraction of the turmoil he’d put me through. My voice dropped to a whisper, my heart hammering as I asked, “Lucien… will you kiss me?” I managed a small, teasing smile. “It could be just a peck, or…”
I didn’t get a chance to finish. Before I knew it, Lucien’s arms were around me, pulling me close as his lips pressed firmly against mine. The kiss was intense, far more passionate than I’d anticipated.
His lips moved with a confidence I hadn’t expected, and when his tongue brushed against mine, I let out a soft gasp, feeling my pulse quicken. For a brief moment, the world around me vanished, replaced by a rush of warmth and confusion.
But before I could even think of pulling back, Lucifer’s hands closed around Lucien’s shoulder, yanking him back with a force that sent him sprawling against the garden wall. Lucien stumbled, catching himself just before he hit the ground, his gaze momentarily dazed.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 151 – 160
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