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CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

Autor: Skye Black
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-09 19:07:25

NIKOLAI

The smell of coffee hits me as I walk through the doors of the mansion.

I toss my keys onto the entryway table and take off my jacket, hanging it carefully on the coat hanger by the door.

I sigh as I head into the kitchen. Only one person would be at home at this hour of the morning.

Might as well get this over with.

“Well, look who finally decided to return home.”

I close my eyes briefly.

Caleb sits at the kitchen island with a mug of coffee in hand, looking way too awake for this hour
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  • The Devil Who Claimed Me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

    NIKOLAIThe smell of coffee hits me as I walk through the doors of the mansion.I toss my keys onto the entryway table and take off my jacket, hanging it carefully on the coat hanger by the door.I sigh as I head into the kitchen. Only one person would be at home at this hour of the morning.Might as well get this over with.“Well, look who finally decided to return home.”I close my eyes briefly.Caleb sits at the kitchen island with a mug of coffee in hand, looking way too awake for this hour of the morning than he normally does.He’s usually a late riser so the fact that he’s awake at this hour proves just how determined he is to speak to me.His eyes narrow. “I thought you were gonna stay out there forever.”I roll my eyes. “Don’t be so fucking dramatic. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve stayed out.”He sips his coffee. “Maybe not. But it’s the first time you’ve done it with someone I don’t have approve of.”I snort. “Who do you think you are? My father? I don’t need your fuc

  • The Devil Who Claimed Me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN

    NIKOLAII’m fucked.The realization spreads through my body like poison.I grip the steering wheel tighter as I stare ahead at the red light glowing above the intersection.Beside me, Julian hums softly under his breath as he scrolls through his phone, completely unaware that he’s slowly becoming the biggest problem of my life.Or maybe he’s aware. Maybe he’s enjoying seeing me like this. Enjoying watching me spiral as he makes a mess of my life. As he destroys all the walls I’ve carefully built.Morning sunlight spills through the windshield, bathing the inside of the car in warm gold. It catches against Julina’s hair, turning the dark blond strands almost honey-coloured.I tear my eyes back to the road immediately.This is exactly the kind of shit Caleb warned me about. The kind of shit that Derek will get on my ass for if he ever finds out.I’m getting attached. I’m starting to notice the little things, to care about the little things. Things that otherwise shouldn’t matter in the

  • The Devil Who Claimed Me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

    JULIAN“I’m glad I did,” I admit softly.His jaw tightens. “Of course you are.”“Would you rather I only see the cold version of you? The part of you that feels nothing?”His eyes grow hard. “Yes. That would definitely be better than… whatever this is.”I shake my head but I don’t say anything.It’s what I expect from him. He feels exposed now, which is why he’s trying to lash out.I adjust my position and sit down properly on the floor.The tiles are cold beneath my legs but I barely register them.“Why?” I ask softly. “Why do you feel the need to do this?”I don’t even know why I’m asking when I know he won’t answer. Nikolai will never reveal a part of himself. Not if he views it as ‘weak.’I finish tending to his bruises and release his hands.The bathroom is silent except for Nikolai’s uneven breathing.I fully expect him to ignore me but then he finally speaks.Quietly, almost reluctantly, he says, “He used to say I was born wrong.”The words hit me like a punch to the chest.I g

  • The Devil Who Claimed Me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

    JULIANThe words slash through the air coldly.I freeze.Nikolai freezes too.For one second, neither of us moves.Then I watch regret flicker across his face.“I…” His throat works. “I didn’t mean—”“It’s okay,” I say quickly.But it’s not really okay. I’m so out of my depth. I don’t know how to stop this.He stares at me for a long moment before he swallows and resumes his movements.Up close, he’s even worse. There’s a frantic energy radiating off him.For a minute, I stay there on my knees just staring at him as he works.It’s then that I finally notice it. The skin around his hands is red and irritated.My chest tightens as I grab his hand again, stopping all his movements. The sponge falls away.I feel Nikolai’s eyes snap up to mine in surprise but my attention is on his hands. I turn them, this way and that, examining the bruises.Just how hard has he been scrubbing to have these bruises? And how often does he do this?Nikolai lets out a breath. “I’m fine. You don’t have to wor

  • The Devil Who Claimed Me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

    JULIANI wake up suddenly.At first, I don’t even know what it is that jerks me awake.I lie there in the darkness, blinking sleep from my eyes as I stare up at the unfamiliar ceiling above me.For one disorienting second, panic flashes through me as I don’t recognize where I am.Then memory settles back in.I’m in Nikolai’s apartment.Because he asked me to stay over.The room is dark except for the faint sliver of moonlight spilling through the open curtains. Everything is quiet.I shift slightly beneath the blankets.The other side of the bed is empty, and as I run my fingers through the sheets, I feel it’s cold too.Not that I expected anything less. It isn’t like I’m expecting Nikolai to sleep beside me.Asking me to stay over is already huge, I presume. Sleeping beside me would be too much for Mr. Commitment-Phobe.But I’m kind of surprised he’s not in the room at all. I vaguely remembered him sitting on the edge of the bed sketching something— he wouldn’t allow me to see, of co

  • The Devil Who Claimed Me   CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

    JULIAN His tongue thrusts deep, dominating, coiling around mine in a way that makes my knees weak. He kisses me like he’s starving. Like he might die if he stops. It’s not gentle, it’s possessive, raw, like he’s claiming my every breath, claiming not just my lips but every part of my body. It shames me to admit that I love it. I love the way he kisses me like he wants to crawl inside me, like he wants to own me from the inside out. I press closer until we’re chest to chest, my hand sliding up to tangle in his ponytail, the soft strands slipping through my fingers, thick and silky. I tug lightly, earning a rumble from his throat that vibrates against my lips, sending sparks straight to my cock. I pull away from the kiss, breaking for air, but I don’t stop. My mouth trails to his neck, lips brushing the skin there before I suck hard, tongue lapping at the pulse pounding under his skin. He tastes so good, so salty and warm. He tilts his head back with a hiss, fingers digging into m

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