CHAPTER 9: THE DEVIL’S WHISPER

CHAPTER 9: THE DEVIL’S WHISPER

SELENE'S POV

My moans rise uncontrollably, trembling through me in broken shivers, the pressure building until it consumes every breath I take. Each wave pounds harder, making it impossible to think, impossible to form a coherent thought. My body is no longer mine; it belongs to the fire he stokes with every slow, deliberate touch.

His voice cuts through the haze—deep, smooth, laced with sin.

“I love the slut I saw last night,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear, hot enough to burn. “And I’d love to see her again. Wouldn’t it be unforgettable, dear, for me to take her once more, right here, on this bed… before I head out to do my usual business?”

Oh, God. That voice.

That voice doesn’t soothe. It doesn’t calm. It makes everything worse—so much worse. Each word wraps tighter around me, drawing me deeper into the storm. The velvet timbre, low and deliberate, vibrates straight into my bones, making it impossible to hold on to reason. I’m unraveling, thread by thread, losing myself, losing my mind, and he knows it.

My lips tremble uncontrollably. My eyes squeeze shut. Anyone looking at me now would think I’m feverish, delirious—sick with something that eats from the inside out. And they wouldn’t be wrong. Because I am sick with this. Sick with him.

“What do you say, my sexy little beauty?” he taunts, his voice dripping slow and smooth like honey laced with venom. “All you have to do is give me one word.”

His breath caresses the shell of my ear. My body jerks helplessly. He doesn’t relent, his tone sinful, silken, serpentine.

“Say yes, and I’ll strip that shirt right off you. I’ll drag you to this bed. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name… forget where you came from… forget everything except me.”

“Oh God…” My whisper cracks against my lips, fragile and lost.

“What do you think about that?” His mouth presses soft, teasing kisses against my neck, each one hotter than the last. My body shudders, my skin electric beneath his touch.

And then—oh, sweet heavens—his fingers slide fully inside me.

The groan that rips from me is raw, loud, undeniable, my body betraying how much he’s driving me into madness. He hears it, oh, he hears it, because the chuckle that escapes him is low and rich and cruelly amused.

“Stop fighting what you want, baby girl,” he whispers. “Just come to bed with me.”

Yes. The devil himself. Who else could tempt a sane woman, a woman desperate to do right, and drag her down into sin with nothing more than words? His voice isn’t merely temptation. It is temptation incarnate.

I manage to force words past the chaos trembling on my tongue. “Please… I can’t… I can’t do this. My sister—she’s going to be back in a few minutes and I—”

I don’t finish. He doesn’t let me.

In a single motion, he tears the shirt from my body, stripping me bare before him.

“Oh God.”

His voice is steady, unshaken, the tone of someone who has already won. “You think this is going to be easy for you? No, baby girl. You’ve caught my attention. And when I want something, it isn’t simple. It’s either you surrender and come to bed with me right now… or you refuse. And if you refuse, I’ll make your life hell.”

His eyes blaze into mine, a promise of damnation.

“I’ve already tasted you. I know your sins. I know your scent. I know everything about you. And no matter where you run, Selene—across the world, across the heavens—I’ll find you. Don’t even think about hiding.”

“What the fuck…” I whisper, trembling.

“All you need to do,” he murmurs, lowering his lips until they almost brush mine, “is come to me. My darling angel. Say yes, and I’ll make this the best morning of your life. Just like last night. Only better. Complete.”

My head shakes violently, desperate to push away, desperate to cling to the last fragile shred of resistance I have left. “No… I can’t…”

But refusal doesn’t push him away.

It excites him.

Something in his gaze darkens, sharpens, as though my denial drives him further into the edge of hunger. In one sudden, unrelenting movement, he lifts me from the ground as though I weigh nothing, forcing my legs around his waist. My back hits the bed hard, his body pressing me down, trapping me beneath him, his weight, his strength.

Then I feel it. The hard, throbbing tip of his cock pressing at my entrance.

My world goes black.

Yeah. That’s it.

Fuck it.

I’m done fighting. I can’t hold this back any longer. God help me, I can’t.

His lips blaze a path down my throat, across my chest, and lower still. His tongue slides against the curve of my breasts, then lower, tracing the valley between, before his lips close over one aching nipple. He sucks, licks, teases, tortures until I arch violently off the bed, eyelids fluttering without control.

“Oh my God…” My nails claw into the sheets, my entire body trembling, broken by waves I can’t control.

He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t slow. There is no hesitation, no gentleness, no pause. His hand grips my waist, and then with one brutal thrust, he plunges deep inside me.

“Fuck!” The scream tears from my throat as my body splits open, filled, stretched, overwhelmed.

Heat sears every nerve. He is huge, thick, unrelenting, driving inside me with force that shatters thought. I gasp, convulse, my body struggling to comprehend the sheer size of him lodged so deep within me.

“Oh my God, what the fuck—”

I choke on the words as his hands slide upward, gripping my stomach, then cupping both breasts, squeezing, kneading, commanding me into submission. My back arches higher, pinned in that perfect position as he begins to move—thrusting, pounding, slamming deep with a merciless rhythm that borders on savage.

My legs lock around his waist, clinging tight. I pant, gasp, cry out, every sound torn violently from my chest. He’s not just fucking me—he’s dominating me, controlling me, breaking me with each thrust.

“Oh God! Oh fuck! Please! Oh Jesus, oh God, oh God, oh—!” The cries rip from me raw, uncontrolled, louder with every relentless drive of his hips. The bed shakes violently, the sound echoing in the room like thunder.

He moves faster. Harder. His hands grip tighter, bruising my breasts as he bends lower, his breath hot and cruel in my ear. He pounds into me with a brutality that borders on madness—wicked, merciless possession, claiming me in every way.

God, it’s driving me insane.

I’m not supposed to want this. Not supposed to crave this. Not supposed to love this. It’s wrong—so fucking wrong. Everything I’ve fought to protect, everything I’ve stood for, the image, the reputation I’ve clung to for years—it’s all unraveling.

But I can’t stop.

I can’t resist.

The darkness of this act, the searing claw of sensation tearing through me, overwhelms everything else. It takes my mind, my body, my soul. My voice cracks into cries so loud anyone outside the door could hear me, could know what’s happening.

But like the devil he is, he doesn’t care.

Not one bit.