A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90

Finally, he nodded, his shoulders slumping as he turned away. I watched as he left, his footsteps fading down the hall until all I was left with was the hollow ache inside me. Liam, the only steady force in my life, the one person who made me feel whole… was gone.

The silence settled like a heavy shroud around me. I stood there, alone, feeling the emptiness swallow me up.

I tried to convince myself that I had done the right thing, that this was the only way to keep him safe. But all I could think of was how much it hurt, how much I wanted to run after him, to beg him to stay.

Then, a dark shadow moved at the edge of my vision, and I turned, dread knotting in my stomach. Lucifer stepped into the dim light, his face illuminated by that infuriating, arrogant smile. The sight of him, his confidence, his indifference, made my blood boil.

I hated him. I hated every inch of him, from his cold gaze to the way he stood there, as though he owned everything and everyone around him. I hated the way he had twisted my life, stripped away everything good, and left me feeling like a hollow shell. My voice rose, raw and ragged as I shouted, “I hate you.”

He didn’t flinch. If anything, his smile grew wider, as though he enjoyed my suffering, as though he fed off my pain.

“I wish you would go to hell and never come back,” I yelled, my voice trembling with anger. “I wish you’d die, Lucifer!”

A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes, and he tilted his head, considering me with that infuriating calm. He didn’t say anything, just watched me, his gaze a searing weight against my skin. I felt exposed, vulnerable under his stare, but I refused to back down.

With one last look of pure hatred, I turned Before I could take another step, his hand shot out, grasping my wrist and pulling me back.

The intensity of his grip made me gasp, but it wasn’t the strength that took me by surprise—it was the look in his eyes. There was something wild there, something that shouldn’t have looked so pleased, so satisfied, after everything I’d just screamed at him.

I’d told him I hated him, wished he’d vanish forever… and yet, he looked like he’d won some twisted game.

His hands slid around my waist, drawing me in even closer. My breath hitched, a bitter reminder of how my own body betrayed me whenever he was near. “You’ve been such a good girl,” he murmured, that cruel, mesmerizing smile tugging at his lips. “Here’s your reward.”

Before I could process his words, his lips met mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. I should’ve pushed him away, should’ve slapped him, fought him.

I told myself that over and over, but it was like my mind and body were at war. The electric shock of his kiss made me shiver, every nerve in my body lighting up. Despite the anger still simmering beneath the surface, my fingers found their way into his hair, gripping, holding him closer.

I hated him, yet here I was, melting into his touch, letting him set me on fire.

The kiss deepened, becoming all-consuming, a force that overwhelmed any sense of logic or control. The world around us blurred and faded, and I could feel his grip tightening on my waist, grounding me, while every piece of myself shattered and rebuilt in his arms.

It felt like a drug, his touch addictive, powerful, and I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t care how much I despised him, how wrong it was—at that moment, I wanted more. I wanted everything he was giving and more.

My feet lifted off the ground as he pulled me tighter, his lips relentless, exploring, devouring. My anger dissolved, replaced with something darker, needier, a hunger I didn’t understand but couldn’t deny.

I could feel his smirk against my mouth, knew he felt my surrender, but I didn’t care. I hated him. Yet, here I was, giving in to him, letting him strip away my defenses with every touch, every kiss.

I pulled back only when I could no longer catch my breath, and even then, I stayed close, my fingers still woven in his hair, my lips tingling from his kiss. His face was so close, those golden eyes piercing through me, seeing everything I tried so hard to hide.

The smug look on his face made my heart race, and the butterflies refused to settle. I hated him for it.

” You did so well today” his hands lower to my arse as he lean close to whisper ” am pleased” my face heat up, how can he act so satisfied?” one more ” he mumble and kiss me once more, his tongue meeting mine, I could taste him, how good it feels to be wrap so close to him….. How could his hands feel on my body.

It just hit me, am no longer angry, with just a kiss am alright? He break off the kiss and I look at him, his hands move to my waist ” I hate you ” I mumble, tear drop from my eyes, angry at how weak I am.

” Shh ” he lick my tears ” I know ”

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A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 81 – 90

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