A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

Before I could get used to the sensation, before I could even process it fully, he pulled away, stepping back and getting off the bed. My body screamed at the loss of contact, the sudden emptiness left in the wake of his touch.

His gaze didn’t leave me for a second. The intensity in his eyes pinned me down as surely as his hands had.

Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers, his tongue sweeping over them as if he was savoring a taste. A shiver ran through me at the sight, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to break free from my chest.

“Tight,” he murmured, the word slipping from his lips like a secret he was sharing only with me.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, predatory and proud. “What a good girl,” he said, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. “Keeping yourself for me.”

His words sent a wave of heat through my body, a mix of embarrassment and something else—something darker, something I wasn’t ready to admit to myself. The thought of being “his” should have terrified me.

I should have felt ashamed for letting him touch me like this, for letting him control me. But instead, a small part of me felt pleased, even proud, that I kept myself.

He leaned down then, his face hovering just above mine. His lips brushed against my forehead in the softest of kisses, a stark contrast to the way he had touched me just moments ago.

It was almost tender, the kind of kiss that could make you believe in something softer, something sweeter, if you let it.

“I will kiss you later,” he whispered, his voice low, sending a shiver down my spine. “As your reward.”

His words lingered in the air, heavy with promise. And just like that, he straightened up, walking away, leaving me alone on the bed, breathless and utterly shaken.

The silence that followed was deafening, my mind racing to catch up with what had just happened. My body still tingled from his touch, and I felt the ache between my legs where his fingers had been.

I squeezed my thighs together instinctively, trying to push away the sensation, but it didn’t work. It lingered, like a ghostly reminder of how easily he had broken down my defenses.

And yet, despite everything, despite the overwhelming confusion and the lingering pain, there was a small, traitorous part of me that felt… happy. Happy that no one else had ever touched me this way. Happy that I had never let anyone else in.

It was twisted and wrong, but in that moment, I couldn’t deny the satisfaction I felt at knowing that he was pleased with me being a virgin.

I closed my eyes, trying to breathe through the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. Was I losing my mind? How could I possibly be feeling like this?

Just hours ago, I wanted to escape, to get away from him and all of this madness. But now… now I wasn’t so sure.

My thoughts raced as I tried to make sense of everything, but they kept circling back to him, to the way he looked at me, the way he touched me. I hated that he had such power over me.

I hated how weak I felt under his gaze, how easily I had melted beneath his hands. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to hate him. Not truly.

Was this what he wanted? To unravel me like this? To make me question everything, including myself?

I lay there, my body still trembling, the echoes of his touch still rippling through me. I knew I should feel disgusted. I knew I should feel violated, manipulated.

But instead, I felt a strange kind of warmth spreading through my chest, an unwanted sense of belonging, of being claimed.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. **No.** I couldn’t let this happen. I couldn’t let him get into my head like this. But no matter how hard I tried to fight it, the truth was inescapable.

He was already there. And that scared me more than anything else.

Am I losing my mind?

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

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