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A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-TWO
“Then prepare yourself,” she heard him say and she had just stopped breathing. She isn’t sure what was going to happen next but she knew what she asked for. She’s just not certain if Hades was going to give it.But she jolted on the bed when she felt his lips on her skin, at the base of her neck. He planted a dangerously gentle kiss there and then his mouth traveled up to the length of her neck and to her earlobe.A whimper came out of her mouth and but she clamped her lips as immediately as she could. Hades’ hand have become daring. It was exploring the length of her legs first and then going closer in between her legs but not daring to go in at all. It was frustrating and she hates that she felt frustrated.“I…I can’t,” she muttered and Hades stilled above her. His mouth stopped nipping at her earlobe and his hand stopped on her thigh just above her knee.“My lord, please—“ A gasp cut her from talking more when she felt him kiss again. This time, his lips went from her ears to her j
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-THREE
The next day, she didn't want to get out of her chamber. Not after what happened. Not after giving in to that forbidden pleasure.After what happened, a surge of regret washed over her and she slapped herself several times for letting him do it. For telling to do it.And what's worse, someone was there. Someone else was watching. She can't go out of her chamber now without getting embarrassed at what she did and what happened.The door to her chamber opened and she nearly jumped on her bed. She was expecting it would either be Hades or Cerberus and she prayed it was not them. When she looked at the door, relief flooded her system as it was Henrietta.She went walking straight to her table to place some dresses there. She has no idea where those dresses came from but she decided to stop wondering about everything in this...sinful place.Guinevere remained seated on her bed as Henrietta organized the dresses in the closet."Were you once a potential to break the curse too?" she asked ou
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-FOUR
The chamber was cold. Of perhaps she was just nervous. She lost the ability to determine. The clothes that were brought in by Henrietta the other day were the usual thing: It left almost nothing for the imagination. There was no window in her chamber but the room's brightness changed according to the time of the day. She was still not very acquainted with the underworld but so far, she knew there was a certain place that looked peaceful. And then the rest of the underworld is the gloomy castle and the gloomy environment around it. What was she expecting? She swallowed hard as her hand found the thin fabric of her dress and straightened it. She lost count of how many times she had reprimanded herself for making that offer. It was stupid and reckless and dangerous. Making a deal with the god of the underworld is not something that's advisable. Her parents' deal with Hades was what literally got her into this situation. But what can she do? She was what they call the potential curse b
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-FIVE
Hades looked at her in wonder, as if he couldn't believe she said it. She couldn't believe it either. But then ever so slowly, his hand went to hold hers. He formed it in a way that would let her hold his girth. And when her palm touched his flesh, she let out a gasp at the same time he let out a soft moan. Hades moaned just with her touch. And it was what encouraged her to do more. To see more and to hear more of the evidence of his pleasure. Her hands have become brazen and she let herself feel more of him. He was hard. Rock hard. "That's it, Guinevere," Hades rasped, and all her logical inhibitions were out the window and what was left was her lust. Her desire. She's letting herself be devoured by it. Hades was looking at her hand around his length. With his hand still holding hers, he started moving it up and down. The feel of him was warm against her palms. She doesn't understand how she was feeling. She was scared, overwhelmed, excited--all of it comes down to her liking it
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-SIX
The next morning, she found herself back in her chamber. She doesn't remember how she ended up in her chamber but she remembers what happened before she became too exhausted to even walk. She did it. She finally did it. As much as she wanted to convince herself that she did it to find a way out, she would be lying if she said she didn't like it. She liked it very much. Did she finally give in to that desire just waiting to come out or called out? Before her thoughts could even progress to the details of what happened last night, she forced herself to get up. Her body felt light and she had the most wonderful sleep she's had since she came here. If it was magic that was keeping her nerves calm today, she should thank them later.The door burst open and Henrietta slid in, bringing another set of dresses. And just like she always do, her eyes scan the dresses to assess if they're wearable or not. Thankfully, the new batch that came was mostly quite decent. She was tempted to ask w
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-SEVEN
“I really don’t need this—““You haven’t seen everything, Guinevere,” he cut her off and she cleared her throat.“I don’t need to see everything. I plan on leaving…?” She glanced in his direction but he didn’t seem to be too interested in looking at her. It was weird considering that he had a different look on his face that night—She shook her head. She can’t possibly be thinking about what happened last night. Especially not now.“Just in case you change your mind and decide to stay,” he said and looked at her. “It’s important you know where the place for doom and the place for pleasure.”She cleared her throat again at the mention of pleasure and she heard Hades let out a small chuckle. “I meant art or gardening or reading—whatever you do for pleasure.”“I was thinking the exact same thing,” she said a bit defensively and gave him a look only to see him already looking at her with brows raised.“Of course,” he said and proceeded to walk. She followed him and they were out of the ca
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-EIGHT
A gasp escaped her mouth the moment she saw the black water. She doesn't know what it was and she certainly doesn't want to find out. Perhaps Hades sensed her fear and he walked beside her. Their close distance makes her stomach flutter. She looked at him and realized he was looking at the water running below. Voices—muffled and chaotic—rang in her ears and it took her a while to realize that they came from the river down below."What's...what's that?" she asked. Although she's got a feeling that she's not going to like whatever answer he has, she needs to know."The river of sorrows," he answered."Is that metaphorical or...?"Hades was silent for a moment and she could have sworn an emotion passed his face but before she could discern what it was, it was already gone."It consists of dead dreams, failures, disappointments, regret, and sorrow. When people die, they bring those with them. And it flows right here, somewhat sustaining this place. They're the ones making this river its c
A Slave For The Devil TWENTY-NINE
When he said he wanted to go sightseeing, she knew it was not going to be an ordinary one. Right before she could ask where they were off to next, Hades flicked his finger again and the next thing she realized, they were not in the midlands anymore.The air felt different. There was not a gloomy hint on it like she felt in the underworld. The sun was scorching and most importantly, she could see people. People she didn’t even see in the underworld.“Where are we?” she asked, although she already had an inkling of where they might be. She’s just too scared to acknowledge it. The familiarity of a not-so-busy street was what gave it away. She’s not in the underworld anymore.“Welcome back to the mortal world, Guinevere,” Hades said beside her and she looked at him with wide eyes.“Why? Why are we here? This isn’t the underworld.”“I know this isn’t the underworld and as for your other question, I brought you here for some sightseeing. Haven’t I told you?”“What does this have to do with
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