The Devil's Rules

I could no longer put up with him, and soon he had completely taken control of the kiss.

His tongue fought with mine, with him being the winner as expected. He explored my mouth while I felt my own body temperature rising.

Though initially he had only wanted to kiss me, after a few moments those feelings seemed to change into something different.

He probably couldn’t explain what that feeling was, but he seemed to want more of it.

He would give me a breather in between before continuing with his revenge.

Damon once again started kissing me roughly and deeply after breaking away for the fourth time. His thin lips fit perfectly against my small but plump lips.

Just when he wanted to deepen the kiss again, my stomach made its presence known with a loud, hungry growl.

Damon immediately stopped.

“That is enough for now

I suddenly shouted at him with all the anger I had inside of me.

Don't you ever again in your miserable life kiss me again or I will do something you would never forget just like you did to me back then. Are you mad, you must be stupid I said again.

I was still about to say another word when he gave me a quick kiss and with that I calmed down. Then I carried a wooden artifact, close to the bed and was about to hit him on the head.

But he acted quickly grabbing my hands with precision and he starred at me angrily and just said, get up and eat.”

With that, all the heat he had been feeling a moment ago completely disappeared.

I no longer had the strength to put up a fight against him. Those continuous kisses seemed to have sucked all the energy out of me.

I tried to get up from the bed, but my legs gave way.

Damon reached behind me and lifted me into his arms without a word.

He carried me downstairs in front of all his staff, who kept their heads lowered, stealing only the briefest glances.

Damon walked downstairs with me and took me to the dining table before placing me on a chair.

He took a seat beside me before calling for the chef.

“Give her something nutritious. She is too weak,” Damon said, his voice flat and faintly mocking.

“You are the one who is weak,” I retorted before turning my head in the opposite direction.

The chef quickly served food for both of us before retreating into the background.

Throughout the entire dinner, Damon kept making sharp, pointed remarks while I argued back, refusing to let him have the last word.

The staff watched in silence. Their young master rarely showed any emotion at all. Tonight he was speaking more than usual, but there was no warmth in it, only a controlled, dangerous amusement.

Soon, Damon and I finished dinner.

I was completely clear headed now.

I stood up, thanked the chef for the food, and climbed the stairs.

I knew Damon was deliberately putting on a show in front of his workers, trying to make it look as if I was already falling into place.

But I refused to give him that satisfaction.

“Where do you think you are going, woman?” Damon called out, loud enough for the servants to hear.

“Our room is the one at the end of the corridor. Do not walk into the wrong one again.”

He purposely raised his voice so that every maid and servant nearby could hear.

I felt like punching him in the face.

Damon ignored my expression and dragged me all the way toward his room.

Once the door was tightly shut behind us, he immediately pushed me away from him.

“Do not try to be clever with me. This is my house, my rules. None of your little rebellions will be tolerated here.”

His expression turned completely cold.

“If I find you in another room again, remember that your mother is still being watched twenty four hours a day by my men. If you want her harmed, keep testing me.”

“You are still the same devil you have always been.”

I glared at him.

“It was stupid of me to address you respectfully this whole time. And by forbidding me from the other rooms, do you actually expect me to share the same room and bed with you? Dare to lay even a single finger on my mother.”

“Share the same room and bed?”

Damon raised an eyebrow, a cold glint in his eyes.

“Not a bad idea. We will do exactly that.”

He leisurely made his way toward his king sized bed and sat down.

“From today onwards, you will sleep on this bed. If you refuse, I will not mind giving the order concerning your mother.”

I couldn’t believe how shameless he had become.

In the past, whenever we fought, he always tried to maintain his pride. Because of that, I could say anything that came to my mind without caring about the consequences.

But now that same habit of reckless talking had landed me in this trouble.

I just wanted to slap myself for spouting such idiotic words.

“Pervert,” I muttered before walking toward the sofa in the bedroom.

I picked up three huge pillows and carried them back to the bed before placing them in the middle.

“Do not cross this line. Stay on your side, or I will start calling you shameless in front of every servant in this house.”

With that, I climbed onto the bed from my side with a stubborn expression.

Damon looked at the pillows with faint amusement before shifting his gaze to me.

He shook his head once, then switched off the table lamp.

I remained completely alert for some time.

I barely moved, listening carefully to every sound around me.

Then I heard the steady rhythm of breathing from the other side.

I immediately heaved a sigh of relief before eventually falling asleep.

Unknown to me, a cold, satisfied smile could faintly be seen on Damon’s face after I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up early as usual.

My eyes were still closed as I stretched my arms out lazily.

But before my arms could even move a little, they were blocked by a barrier.

I opened my eyes in confusion.

And I was stunned speechless by the sight before me.

A handsome countenance greeted me.

Damon seemed to be in a deep sleep, as his face looked almost innocent in the morning light.

That expression was completely unknown to me. I was used to seeing his face filled with scorn whenever we met.