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Caged in Silence
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The Devil's Plaything Night Two: The Devil's Denial
Chapter 24– Night Two: The Devil’s DenialThe air between us split like glass shattering.His grip in my hair tightened so abruptly I gasped, my lips pulling back from him. For a second I thought he would strike me—not with his hand, but with something worse, his silence, his fury, his power.“Don’t,” Lucian growled, voice low and serrated. His eyes blazed silver in the dim light. “Don’t you ever speak that name again.”I trembled, not from fear—but from the realization that I had touched a wound so deep it bled even through his walls.My voice was hoarse, but I forced the words out. “So it’s true. There is a Beverley.”His jaw tightened. “You’re imagining things.”“Am I?” I pushed, reckless, tasting danger on my tongue. “You said it. I heard it. Who is she? Another contract? Another plaything you broke?”He yanked me up by the arms, dragging me against his chest, so close I could feel his heartbeat pounding like a war drum. “You think you’re clever. That your mouth gives you power.”
The Devil's Plaything Ten Nights Of Sinful Pleasures
Chapter 23 – Ten Nights Of Sinful PleasuresDaylight was my enemy.Lucian made sure of it. He ignored me, not out of neglect but with surgical precision. Every hour was measured, every choice stripped away. If I was hungry, he chose what I ate. If I was cold, he would decide when I got a blanket. I had no voice, no control—just silence and his shadow.But night was different. Night belonged to him.When the clock struck ten, he found me standing by the glass wall that overlooked the black sea. He didn’t ask. He never did. His hand wrapped around mine, pulling me away from the window, his voice low but commanding.“Tonight, you’ll learn the first rule.”I forced my chin high. “And if I don’t?”The corner of his mouth lifted. “Then you’ll learn slower.”He led me into the room with the grand piano, its polished surface gleaming like liquid under the dim lights. He sat, fingers brushing the keys, and began to play. The melody was sharp, deliberate, filling the silence like smoke curling
The Devil's Plaything A Mother's Prayer
Chapter 22 – A Mother’s Prayer Emilia's POV The hospital ceiling was yellowed with age, its paint peeling at the corners like tired skin. I stared at it anyway, because if I looked down, I’d see the pity in the nurse’s eyes. Or worse, the empty chair where my daughter should have been. Serena. My girl carried more weight on her shoulders than I ever wished for her. I was the mother. I should’ve been the shield. But instead, she became the soldier—fighting, bleeding, sacrificing—while I lay in this bed, tethered to machines that beeped like a countdown clock. I pulled the thin blanket tighter around my body, though it never seemed to warm me. My bones had become strangers to me, hollow and weak. Each breath rattled as though my lungs were tired of trying. A soft knock at the door. My youngest, Ethan, peeked in, his school uniform wrinkled, his little shoes scuffed. His eyes lit up when he saw me, but the light dimmed just as quickly when he remembered the bills stuffed into his b
The Devil's Plaything Caged in Silence
Chapter 21 — Caged In Silence The ride to the coast was suffocating. Not because of the silence, it was Lucian’s silence that caged me. He didn’t touch me. Didn’t speak. His eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, jaw tight, fingers flexing against the steering wheel like each breath he took was an effort not to break. When the car finally stopped, the night air was damp and heavy with salt. The house rose out of the cliffs like it had been carved from shadow itself, glass and steel staring down at the waves below. A prison disguised as paradise. Lucian didn’t wait for me. He opened my door, pulled me out by the wrist, and guided me inside without a word. No staff. No Mona. Just the two of us and the storm between us. He released me in the middle of the living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the ocean crashing against black rock, relentless and merciless. His silence was worse than his anger. “Say something,” I snapped, my voice sharp against the stillness. Lucian turned sl
The Devil's Plaything His Cruel Game
Chapter 20 – His Cruel Game Lucian’s hand left her head and trailed lower, his touch deceptively slow as it slid along her thigh. She flinched at the contact, her body already tense, her mind torn between anger and a heat she refused to acknowledge. “You think the devil is cruel?” His voice was smooth, almost mocking. “The devil at least bargains. I don’t.” Before she could react, his fingers found their way beneath the hem of her dress, parting her thighs with unhurried precision. His gaze locked on hers, daring her to look away as his touch brushed over her folds, slow and deliberate strokes that drew an unwilling gasp from her lips. Her fingers gripped the edge of the seat, nails biting into the leather. She tried to keep her breathing steady, tried not to give him the satisfaction, but every subtle press of his fingers burned through her resolve. The car’s stillness made every sound louder, the faint hitch in her breath, the steady rhythm of his movements, the low hum of the
The Devil's Plaything The Devils Denial
Chapter 19 – The Devil's Denial The car sped along the empty road, its tires humming over the asphalt like an unbroken threat. The low growl of the engine was the only sound between them. Lucian’s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles pale against the leather, his jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Marcus’s voice replayed in his head like a broken record: He’s the reason your father is dead. The words gnawed at him, digging under his skin until they were splinters he couldn’t pull out. Why had he driven like a man possessed to get there? Why had his chest tightened with something dangerously close to fear? Lucian Devlin feared no one. Not rivals. Not enemies. Not death. But the thought of Serena knowing… of her looking at him with recognition instead of that fire and defiance… that was different. That was something that made his pulse race for all the wrong reasons. He didn’t understand what she had done to him — or why the air in the car felt suffocating just because she w
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