A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

“I have work,” I said quickly. “And I really need to see Liam. I just… I need him to know I’m alright.”

For a moment, his smile didn’t falter. He stared at me, his gaze intense. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear. “You may go out, Selene,” he whispered, his voice like velvet.

Before I could react, his tongue darted out, licking the corner of my mouth where a drop of soup had lingered. My face heated up instantly, my entire body flushing from the intimate gesture.

“Make sure you come back to me,” he added, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite read.

Before I could say anything else, his lips crashed against mine. This wasn’t a gentle kiss, not the kind that left me questioning. His tongue parted my lips, plunging into my mouth with a hunger that left me breathless.

His hand cupped my breast, the thin fabric of the dress doing nothing to shield the heat of his touch.

I had no idea when I started responding. It was like something inside me clicked, like I couldn’t stop. My hands gripped his shoulders as I leaned into him, kissing him back with a desperation I didn’t even know I had.

His hand on my breast tightened, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin through the fabric, and I moaned softly into his mouth.

I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t want to give in to him. But there was something about him, something that made me weak, something that made me crave his touch even when I knew I shouldn’t.

When he finally pulled away, I was gasping for air, my heart racing. His lips curved into a satisfied smile, his thumb brushing lightly against my harden nipple.

“You taste as sweet as I imagined,” he murmured, his voice low and full of promise.

I stared at him, my mind racing, trying to process what had just happened. But all I could think about was how much I wanted him to kiss me again.

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

SELENE BLINK

I averted my gaze from Lucifer immediately after the kiss. My heart wouldn’t stop racing, and he wasn’t saying anything either.

The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating, yet there was something in it that kept me anchored here with him, like an invisible force pulling me in even when my mind screamed for distance.

Each time he lifted the spoon, a single word left his mouth. “Eat.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command.

I obeyed, mechanically following his orders, realizing just how much Lucifer valued control and respect.

The way he carried himself, the way his voice rolled out like velvet but with the undertone of steel—he was someone who thrived on being in charge.

I had no doubt that what he wished to hear most from me was obedience, simple words like “yes, sir.”

Thinking of testing that theory, I swallowed the last bite and looked up at him. “I’m full.” My voice sounded foreign, a bit too breathy. He glanced down at me, his lips curling into that trademark smile of his.

“Can I go to my bedroom, sir?” I added the last word, feeling the weight of it as it passed my lips, wondering if it would please him.

His smile widened, the corners of his mouth curving into something almost dangerous. “Are you trying to get on my good side?” This time, his hand slid upward, fingers tracing the length of my thigh, stopping just before it reached somewhere far too intimate. His eyes darkened as his hand moved, and I felt my breath hitch in response.

“No underwear?” he noted, his voice dipping low, almost a growl.

I could barely find my voice. “Th-they took it,” I stammered, my words stumbling over one another as his gaze traveled slowly, taking in every inch of me. His eyes paused at my chest, where my nipples had hardened against the fabric of my shirt.

“Shhh,” he murmured, as if calming me or himself—I wasn’t sure. “I like that.”

He dropped the spoon, and in that moment, his full attention was on me. No distractions, no food, just the two of us, his presence swallowing me whole. His eyes were alight with something primal, and I couldn’t tear myself away.

“Do you want to tell me something?” His voice was soft, yet it carried a weight that pressed down on my chest.

I should say no. I should tell him that I wanted to leave, that I needed space. But for some reason, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to leave.

I wanted to stay here, basking in his attention, feeling the way his touch set fire to my skin. No one had ever touched me like this before. Was that it? Was that why I couldn’t seem to pull away?

“Yes,” I whispered, nodding slightly. “I want to stay with you a little longer.”

“Hmm.” He leaned back in his chair, studying me with those eyes of his. “Get up and sit on me properly.”

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

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