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Devil's Bidding Chapter 55:
Arabella paced the room like a caged animal, her bare feet soundless against the luxurious carpet. Her fingers twitched at her sides, nails biting into her palms. She was restless. Agitated. Trapped in her gilded prison with no one to scream at. She stopped in front of the mirror, her breath uneven.The collar glinted mockingly at her throat.She stared at her reflection, eyes narrowing as her fingers trailed over the smooth leather. The device beneath it shifted with every breath—subtle but maddening—like invisible fingers dancing along her skin, teasing her mercilessly.It was unbearable.With a surge of frustration, she spun toward the vanity and yanked open the drawers, her hands rummaging blindly. Her fingers closed around a pair of nail scissors—thin, delicate, but sharp. Good enough.Standing before the mirror again, she pressed the blade to the collar and began to saw at it.It didn’t give.Her breaths grew ragged, a mix of panic and fury surging in her chest.Why wouldn’t
Devil's Bidding Chapter 54
“You’re crazy.” The words left Arabella’s lips in a sharp hiss before she could stop them. Her fists trembled at her sides as she glared at Lucas, who remained maddeningly composed.“What’s the meaning of that?” she demanded, though the answer was already settling over her like a suffocating weight.Lucas could not be serious No. He was definitely kidding. Lucas didn’t blink. His voice was infuriatingly light, as if he were merely discussing the weather. “ I just want your body accessible to me. At all times. When I want it.”Accessible The words sent a thrum of warmth through her skin Lucas? She wonderedHis hands on her. On every inch. Her hands curled tighter into fists. “What kind of perverted, twisted— You will not—" The words tripped over her tongue, unsure of how to continue. Lucas tilted his head, his gaze sharp. “ why not? He questioned. " you object to it? "he tilted his head lightly. " You don’t seem to mind it,” he said softly, his eyes glinting with dark amusemen
Devil's Bidding Chapter 53: New gift
Arabella “I got you something. Come.”I hesitated at the threshold of the dimly lit dining room, my fingers curling into fists as my eyes narrowed on Lucas. He was up to something, I could feel it in the smug way he lounged in his chair, a predator patiently waiting.There was no way this was a harmless gesture. Not after the spectacle I made this morning, defying him with sharp words, telling him I’d rather be a dog than let him touch me whenever he pleased. His so-called gift? It wouldn’t be anything good. It never was.Still, my feet carried me forward, slow and cautious, until I stood before him.Slowly I went down to what by usual position should be whenever we had dinner. The cold floors. “Arabella,” he purred, my name dripping from his lips like molten silk.A shiver licked down my spine at the way he said it. I tilted my head back, forced to look up at him, and in that moment, I was painfully aware of how close we were. I could see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw,
Devil's Bidding Chapter 52: Dog not Doll
Arabella I stood on the other side of the door, completely mortified.What the hell had just happened?I spun around the bathroom, pacing like a caged animal, my heart thundering against my ribs, my skin still tingling with the memory of his touch. I had almost come undone—right in Lucas’s arms.Pathetic.My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror, and the sight made my stomach twist. My lips swollen, bruised from his kiss. My cheeks flushed. My robe barely clinging to my body, hanging off my shoulders like some cheap afterthought.What on earth was I thinking?What the hell was wrong with me?Lucas.He had kissed me. And I—stupidly, weakly had let him. Worse. I had kissed him back.I gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening.This was wrong. All of it.Crazy.How could I want him? How could my body betray me like this?He was playing his sick, twisted games, baiting me, mocking me, and like a fool, I had danced to his tune. I could picture him on the other side of that door,
Devil's Bidding Chapter 51: Wanting Lucas
Home.This empty place, haunted and soaked in nightmares. A glistening prison for two. The moment he had stepped into his room, her scent had hit him soft, warm, maddening. For a fleeting second, it felt like peace.As if the fury he had walked in with was dissolving, leaving him suspended, frozen in space.And then, he laughed.Laughed at the absurdity of it all.What was he thinking, making her crawl into his bed?And then she had stepped in, looking like sin itself wrapped in silk,And for a heartbeat, he almost forgot.Almost forgot that this place was a prison—A cage meant for the two of them.Then she had the audacity to call it home.If those words had come from anyone else’s lips, he would’ve hurled them out the door.But it was her.And with her, he did the opposite.The opposite of what his mind demanded as he had been doing for several weeks now. Held her even closer. He hated her. Despised her.Because one man’s selfishness to keep her alive had buried his own family i
Devil's Bidding Chapter 50:
Arabella. “Lucas,” I called, taking a tentative step toward him—but I stopped.I couldn’t move any further.He didn’t look approachable. No. The man standing before me now was cold, unreadable, like a wall I couldn’t climb.His gaze… it pinned me in place. Dark, sharp, and unnervingly quiet. I was trapped under it, as if an invisible leash had wrapped around my throat, holding me there. I could only breathe when he allowed it.Then, without a word, his eyes left mine.His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, methodical and slow, as if he had all the time in the world. Each button he undid revealed more of the man beneath—hard muscle. “Where’d you go?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I tried—God, I tried—to keep the longing out of it.But I failed.He hadn’t told me where he went or before he left. Before now he would keep me updated. Not a word. He left for days without explanation and now, suddenly, here he was—like a storm rolling in, no warning, no mercy.He didn’t
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