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Negotiating with the Devil Chapter 16 - Just lust
JULIA’S POV I could swear that something moved underneath me. It smelt familiar and felt so good underneath me but that was not the point, my bed just moved and the last time I checked my medium-sized bed with its soft covers doesn’t move.I felt it slowly drifting from underneath me and firstly, it slowly moved my body to the side and then my leg followed. There was movement and the rustling of bedsheets before I finally felt a hand on mine. The feeling of warmth shot through me and I held my breath. Even for me, despite how wild my imagination ran, I didn’t have it in me to think that beds could emanate such warm heat.I was in bed with a stranger! There was no other explanation for it.I slowly opened my eyes, hoping that I was having some fucked up dream. I already have a fucked up luck as it is. I didn’t need to be taken to an asylum that smelt of disinfectant and death where they bathe cold water and wear uniforms.My eyes met alarmed turquoise amused eyes. I opened my mouth wi
Negotiating with the Devil Chapter 17 - Give in to me
I bolted the door immediately I was sure he was gone but the damage has been done, my chest was heaving, the spot in between my thighs was dampened and my nipples which had brushed against his hard chest while he tortured me whined in neglect.I stepped into the bathroom, my pace hurried. I need to get away from him and soon too I thought as I stripped from his clothes and stepped into the glass tiled shower hoping that washing his cologne off me will help clear my head. I closed my eyes as the water washed over me, the shower head fully on blast, the pressure hitting my body. I tried, again and again, to stop thinking of Damien's delicious length against me, how good it had felt when he had moved against my clit, how shamelessly I wanted to arch my shoulder and hips and get myself off with his body.I scrubbed my skin keenly to distract myself from the building wetness between my thighs as I remembered his soft husky promise."Give in to me, and I'll make it all better, Snow white,"
Negotiating with the Devil Chapter 18 - I am her doom
"Where did you think you are going to?” Damon asked with a patronizing smirk when I finally closed the distance between us. It had been almost impossible for me not to fall smack against the staircase with Damon’s eyes burning against every length of my body. I straightened my spine and met his gaze pretending I wasn’t scared of him. But I am. I might fear him just as much as I desire him. “I wasn’t aware that I have to tell you about my coming and my going,” I said. He chuckled. It was low, short, and without mirth. He met my gaze and his façade of playfulness was gone almost like it never existed. “Everything in this house belongs to me, Snow White including you.” He took a step towards me and I spared a glance behind me at the spiraling stairs wondering how possible it will be for him to make a run for it. I don’t like the way he was staring at me right now; it scared the hell out of me because he looked at me with a dark promise in his eyes and when his finger tipped my jaw,
Negotiating with the Devil Chapter 19 – You know I love you, right?
JULIA’S POV Deciding to choose my words carefully and somehow not end up angering Damon, I slid into the seat next to him in his car, biting back my comment on how a yellow anything would have been too flashy not to talk of a Rolls Royce and although I had not included that I didn’t need a driver on my list, it was supposed to be just common sense. It was hard to keep all my opinions in, but I was proud that I silently just sat beside him when one of his bodyguards opened the door. “This is supposed to be fun for you, right?” He asked after a few minutes of the driver just speeding around aimlessly. I stared at him blankly but had to admit to myself that riding at speed in a roofless car like in the movies wasn’t as cool as I thought it’d be, because although it made Damon look like he was part of a commercial, He had on a Ray-ban sunglasses and while the wind blew on his face, ruffling his raven black hair and grey button up shirt it just somehow made him look hotter. I had spent
Negotiating with the Devil Chapter 20 - Staying away from trouble.
My phone rang the minute we arrived at the food truck. It was a call I have been expecting for a while and was one of the reasons I had suggested the car ride so I'll stay beside Julia at all times today without arousing her suspicion.She was stuffing her face with roadside snacks so I doubt she'll miss me that much if I leave now.I shot a quick message to Mathew to arrange the body I need to work on. The last thing I wanted was to spend time on what was looking like a dead-end.Whoever was the mastermind of stalking Julia for the past two years isn't a fool to be caught so easily, I know that. I've had experts look into it since I noticed that someone has been tailing an oblivious Julia for the past two years.At first, I had been worried that I had been the one to expose her to my very numerous enemies but realized that wasn't the case.But the stalker have been caught by one of my henchmen I have given the task earlier today and even though he was one of my best, I didn't him to i
Negotiating with the Devil Chapter 21 - Do you think anyone can love Damon?
DAMON'S POV The first time I had carved up a body, I remember vomiting on it. My douchebag of a father had held a belt, and every time my movement became shaky and uncoordinated, he discharged the duty of disciplinarian dutifully. Disciplinarian was the name he liked to call it. Even sick bastards need titles that don't remind them they are sick and need help. Mine was Overlord of the Bravta. His was Father. And no, I am not apologetic that twenty years later, I am even ashamed of the work I had carved up that night. I had punctured the vital part and had ended his life even before the torture had even begun. He was my mom's murderer, and I had shown him mercy without knowing it by giving him death so easily. My bastard of a father didn't only make me live with that burden but made sure he reminded me of it every day until his untimely death. I can still remember how his murderers begged me to kill them. I had stayed up for seven days, carving them up in a way that would make my
Negotiating with the Devil Chapter 22 - It was blood
I heard his scream at the threshold of the slaughterhouse, and the metallic smell of blood hit my nose as I headed toward the direction of the sound. Mathew had told me that he insisted he knew nothing, and from the agony I heard in his voice, he couldn't have held out if he truly knew something—they didn't in most cases because although torturing was my expertise, Mathew didn't have a reputation of going soft on anyone."Damon is here," one of the loyal men of the Bravta, Noir, announced. He was outside the torture room door since it was a normal procedure that he waits outside. Only Mathew and I have once stayed in a torture room without doing the torture. We were fifteen the first time we watched the former Bravta overlord and his second-in-command extract information by making a strong man sing. I didn't flinch even once, and neither did Mathew. It hadn't been his first time too.I shook Noir, our signet ring catching the sun. It was a heirloom that we passed on to our sons and th
Negotiating with the Devil Chapter 23 - Every addiction story
DAMON’S POV Blood lust was a thing. It was potent, real, electrifying, and made me a danger to an oblivious Julia who lay on my bed, her demure white dress contrasting with my navy blue covers. My head thrummed and my eyes were set on her every movement as her chest moved with every inhale and exhale of breath. I had rushed to the bathroom after one glance at her not only because of the animalistic urge to lose myself in her, to devour her entirely with my darkness, to consume her, to strangle her, to pin her against the bed, to leave my mark on her body, to push into her without pacing and waiting, to take her until I forgot, to take her until she is gaping at me like I am a demon. But, because while she lay in my bed still wearing the white dress from our outing today, looking sweet and so oblivious, I was filth covered in another man’s blood. I washed my body till my skin ached, I washed it till all trace of stickiness was erased, I scrubbed and scrubbed, but yet when I stepped o
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