A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90
I watched her expression shift—a mixture of terror and desperation as she struggled to find her voice. “Lucifer, please, this… it isn’t what it looks like.”
“Isn’t it?” I raised an eyebrow, my tone mocking. “Tell me, Selene, exactly what it is, then. Because from where I’m standing, it seems like a blatant act of defiance.
I warned you not to return here. And yet, here you are.” My eyes drifted to Liam, who now stood defensively by her side, glaring at me with an arrogance that would be amusing if it weren’t so misplaced.
“Get away from her,” he said, voice trembling but firm.
I laughed—a soft, hollow sound. “And what exactly are you planning to do?”
Selene put a hand on his arm, a silent plea. “Liam, please. Let me… let me handle this.”
She looked at me, those wide, defiant eyes now clouded with desperation. “Lucifer, please. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed, but this… this is my life. You can’t control everything.”
I took a step closer, watching as Liam’s resolve wavered. “Your life?” I repeated, voice laced with amusement. “I own your life, perhaps I need to remind you.” My gaze flickered to Liam, cold and unyielding. “Maybe I should start by removing the distractions you seem so fond of.”
“No!” she cried, panic seeping into her voice. “Don’t hurt him. He’s done nothing wrong.”
I tilted my head, savoring her plea. “Then perhaps you’ll reconsider defying me again in the future.”
Her shoulders slumped, defeated, and she looked at me with an expression that was all too familiar—fear, mingled with the faintest spark of something else. Something that kept drawing her back, no matter how she tried to resist.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Just… leave him out of this. Whatever anger you have, take it out on me.”
The satisfaction surged, dark and consuming, and I allowed a smirk to grace my lips. “Oh, Selene. Don’t worry. I fully intend to.”
The anger boiled up inside me, relentless and consuming, each heartbeat pounding with the desire to remind Liam of his place. Slowly, I stepped closer, the satisfaction only building as he met my gaze with defiance. Foolish human.
Without a word, I wrapped my fingers around his neck, feeling the pulse of life beneath my grip, the quickened beats that spoke of his sudden realization.
He was nothing against me. I lifted him effortlessly, his feet dangling, his hands clawing at mine in a desperate attempt to break free.
He fought against my hold, struggling, gasping as his face turned red. I watched him—watched his weakness exposed as he squirmed, his futile attempts to escape growing weaker with each second.
He was a mere plaything, an ant beneath my boot, one I could crush with only a bit more pressure.
“Lucifer!” Selene’s voice broke through my rage, raw with panic and desperation. She rushed over, her hands reaching out, tears flow down her eyes as she beg ” please stop, let him go”
dropping to her knees at my feet. Her eyes met mine, wide with fear, more tears slid down her cheek, marking a trail of helplessness. “Please,” she whispered, her voice choked, pleading, “let him go. I’m yours… only yours.”
Her words stirred something deep within me, pulling at the very core of what I had laid claim to. She was mine—completely and irrevocably. Hearing her say it, seeing her surrender, was all I needed.
I released my grip, throwing Liam back onto the bed as though he were a discarded piece of trash. He landed with a heavy thud, clutching his throat, gasping for breath, but he was no longer my concern. My focus shifted entirely to the figure kneeling before me.
Selene’s gaze rose slowly, meeting mine, and in that instant, I saw the tears still streaming down her face, the quiet submission in her eyes. She understood the depth of her position now, where she truly belonged.
I bent down, my hand reaching out to her cheek. She flinched, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she sat perfectly still, her breathing shallow as I brushed a thumb against her skin, wiping away the trail of tears. A smile crept back onto my face, calm and satisfied.
“Shhh…” I whispered, the edge of my voice softening as I stroked her face. “No need for tears, my sweet Selene.”
She remained silent, her eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and lingering fear. But her obedience was clear, a willingness to submit to the rules I had laid down. It was exactly where she belonged, at my feet, looking up at me with that blend of reverence and surrender.
I leaned closer, letting my voice drop to a gentle murmur. “Good girl.”
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90
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