A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90

SELENE REALIZATION

SELENE FROWN.

“Good girl.”

The words hung in the air, dripping with mockery and control. I wanted to spit them back at him, but I bit my tongue, choking down the bitterness that clawed at my throat.

I hated how much power he had over me. Hated how he could reduce me to this with just a look, a single, damning phrase. But I had to do this—for Liam. To keep him alive, even if it meant letting Lucifer trample over every shred of dignity I had left.

I glanced back at Liam. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clenched into tight fists around the sheets. Fury burned in his eyes, but there was a desperation there too, something that knew he was powerless in this twisted game.

He couldn’t protect me, and he knew it. I saw it in the way his shoulders slumped, how his lips tightened, wanting to yell, to scream, but held back by the knowledge that it would be useless.

“Stop looking at him,” Lucifer’s voice commanded, snapping my focus back to him. He tilted his head, that infuriatingly calm smile still painted across his face.

A part of me wanted him to be angry, to show something real. This—this hollow satisfaction—was worse. It felt like a game to him, and I was nothing but a pawn.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words scraping painfully as they left my lips. I didn’t even mean them, but if it kept him placated, if it kept Liam safe, I’d say anything.

Lucifer reached forward, and I braced myself, expecting something else—a taunt, a cruel touch—but instead, he lifted me up into his arms.

A small gasp escaped me as he pulled me close. His golden eyes locked onto mine, and I felt that familiar, unwelcome heat spread through me.

No matter how much I hated him, there was something in his gaze that made my heart betray me, racing faster than I wanted it to. It was as if he knew, as if he reveled in how he could make me feel this way, even in the middle of my hatred.

He pressed me close to him, and I gave in to the urge to rest my head on his shoulder, breathing out in a mixture of exhaustion and resignation.

The warmth of his skin seeped through his shirt, and it was almost… comforting. But I refused to let myself sink into that feeling. I couldn’t afford to.

The silence in his car felt heavier than ever as he set me down and climbed into the seat beside me.

I kept my gaze out the window, refusing to look at him, refusing to acknowledge his presence beside me. I didn’t want to give him any more of my attention than I already had.

Every second that passed with him beside me made me feel like I was losing another piece of myself.

We arrived back at the mansion. I barely waited for the car to stop before I pushed open the door and climbed out, walking quickly toward the entrance. But his voice stopped me, calm and steady, holding an edge that made me pause.

“Selene.”

I froze in the middle of the living room, my back still to him. I could feel his gaze burning into me, and I wanted nothing more than to walk away, to ignore him entirely. But I turned around slowly, my fists clenched, trying to keep the anger from spilling over.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “Do you want me to kneel again? Is that what you want, Lucifer?”

He tilted his head, as if considering it. “Hmm.”

I could feel the frustration bubbling up inside me, my control slipping with every second. “You can’t keep treating me like this,” I said, my voice breaking despite my best efforts.

I hated how weak I sounded, but the words kept coming, unrestrained and desperate. “I’m not some puppet you can control at will. I have a life, a choice—”

“Do you?” he interrupted, a faint smirk on his lips. “Or is that just what you want to believe?”

I felt like I was talking to a wall. Nothing I said could reach him; he was impenetrable, unshakeable, and that only fueled my anger.

I let out a shaky breath, realizing I was wasting my time. He didn’t care, and he never would.

“We’re going to New York,” he said casually, as if announcing a casual dinner plan.

I stared at him, the words not fully sinking in. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I replied, anger hardening my voice.

His smirk deepened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Oh? And why is that, Selene? Is it because of him?” He tilted his head.

“It’s because I have a life here,” I shot back, fighting to keep my voice steady. “I have to organize my aunt and cousin’s funeral. I have college. I have plans—”

“Forget about all that,” he cut in dismissively, like everything that mattered to me was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90

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