A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

SELENE FROWN.

When I entered my room, I immediately grabbed my phone. Still no network. Of course. It had been hours now, and I knew Liam would be worried sick.

Tomorrow, I’d have to find a way to see him, somehow explain all of this without getting him involved in something dangerous.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I stared at the blank screen, my mind racing with thoughts I didn’t want to face.

I hated to admit it, but I liked him. Liam. I really did. There was something comforting in the way he was always there for me, the way his arms wrapped around me when I needed him most. But then, there was Lucifer.

The one I couldn’t quite figure out. I had no idea what he truly wanted from me, why he had brought me here, what his endgame was. Running away wasn’t an option. That much I knew. If I ran, it would only bring trouble to Liam, and that was the last thing I wanted.

But what if I asked Liam to run away with me? What if I told him everything, told him the truth about Lucifer and the danger I was in? Would he even believe me? Or would he think I was just scared, making things up in a panic?

Before I could lose myself further in those thoughts, the door to my room creaked open. My head snapped up, and I saw five girls standing in the doorway, their expressions neutral.

“It’s time for your bath,” one of them mumbled, stepping into the room.

I rolled my eyes. “Why do you guys keep bathing me? I have hands, you know!”

They didn’t answer. Of course not. They never did. Without hesitation, they moved closer, helping me out of my clothes with the same efficiency as the last time.

It was strange, this routine of theirs, as if I was some sort of doll they had to take care of. The bath was quick, their hands always methodical, and within minutes, I was clean and wrapped in a towel. They dropped a nightdress on the bed, the same as before.

“Lord Lucifer will be waiting for you in the dining room for dinner,” one of them said flatly, as if reciting from a script.

I looked at the dress and immediately shook my head. “Isn’t this a little too transparent to walk around in? I mean, Lucien will be in the dining room, right?”

They cut me off before I could say more. “Get ready. Don’t keep our master waiting.”

And just like that, they left. The door clicked shut behind them, and I stared down at the dress. I couldn’t believe I was more bothered by Lucien seeing me in something like this than Lucifer himself.

A little voice in the back of my mind mocked me. Was that the real issue here? Was I more comfortable around Lucifer than I wanted to admit?

Shaking my head, I moved to the dresser, searching for my underwear. It was nowhere to be found. Great. I was supposed to wear this dress… just like that?

Lifting it up, I stared at the slick, transparent material. A light pink. Almost innocent, if it weren’t for how revealing it was. “Whatever,” I mumbled under my breath.

I slipped it on, the fabric cool against my skin, and blew my hair dry quickly. After spraying a little perfume, I took a deep breath. I was hungry, after all. I couldn’t avoid dinner forever.

As I stepped down the stairs, the first thing I noticed was Lucifer, sitting at the head of the table, as always. Dressed in black, of course.

Did he ever wear anything else? His eyes were on me the second I reached the last step, and the way he looked at me made my breath catch in my throat.

There was something about his gaze, something that made my skin tingle and my heart race.

Why did his eyes always do this to me?

“Come here,” he said softly, tapping his lap.

I hesitated, glancing around. Lucien wasn’t here, but Mirabel was standing in the corner, her head down, as usual. I didn’t want to cause a scene, but sitting on Lucifer’s lap like this, in front of her… it felt wrong. “Selene,” he called again, his voice more insistent.

“I don’t think I—”

“Let me feed you.” His smile was gentle, but there was that underlying edge of control, the one I could never quite shake. “Come.”

Reluctantly, I moved closer and did as he said, lowering myself onto his lap. The dress barely covered me, and the moment I sat down, my breath hitched.

My biggest fear was that he would notice I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His hand rested on my thigh, just as it always did, warm and possessive.

He picked up a spoon of chicken soup and brought it to my lips. “Does it taste nice?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine.

“Yes,” I whispered, licking my lips. Our eyes met, and I felt something shift between us, something dangerous. I swallowed nervously, the words slipping out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Lucifer?”

He tilted his head slightly, giving me his full attention. “Hmm?”

“Can I go out tomorrow?” I asked, my voice almost pleading. “Please.”

His smile widened, the control he wielded over me more obvious than ever. He liked this. He liked that I was asking for his permission. “Tell me where you wish to go,” he said softly, his hand still resting on my thigh.

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

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