BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Demon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

PATREA. I had no idea why I felt so nervous in his presence. I’d been with him alone numerous times in the past, so this nervousness was unwarranted. But then, three weeks with him would be a long time. I was just probably nervous that if he snapped and unleashed hell, I would be the first casualty. I didn’t flee the demon world only to be killed by a demon in my own realm. "I know you don’t eat, but I do. So I will be cooking food, and I expect you to eat with me as I’ve been eating alone for many decades…" "Okay," he answered as he picked up a fork and forked some meat from the steamed dish into his. "I can do that. What else." "I have work three times a week. So that’s Monday to Wednesday, from eight in the morning to three in the afternoon. During those times, you can do what you want." "Like visiting you at the library?" "Or visit the underworld. You can’t be at the library all the time with me. I need to work." "I have a fascination for reading." "No, you don’t." I chuck

PATREA. Lucius’ hand slid lower until his fingers touched my folds and it made me clamp my legs together. He didn’t withdraw, and he didn’t ask me to open them. He just stayed there, cupping my pussy while his lips kept brushing against my cheek and my jawline. I had no idea how long I had my legs closed, but I finally decided to part them. Slowly, until I had my legs wide open. "I’m going to finger your pussy, but you can tell me to stop anytime…" "Aren’t we going too fast?" "Do you want me to stop?" "No. Yes. No. Oh, Lucius! I don’t know!" "Relax, lean your head on my shoulder." And I did just as he told me to do. Soon after, his hand began to massage my whole pussy until a few fingers were pressing and rubbing against my folds. "Mmmmmh…" I tried to stifle my whimper, but my throat kept betraying me. It didn’t slip my gaze the way his mouth twitched into a smile at the sound of my moans. His fingers slipped in between my folds, and he began sliding them from one side to

LUCIUS. "Good morning," Patrea was the first one to greet me, and I immediately stood up. I took the mugs from her hands and placed them on the table. Coffee. One was black, and one was with milk. I pulled a chair for her, and she immediately sat down with a wide smile on her face, but her eyes were teasing me. "So what’s new in the news?" "Hmmm…" My eyes darted to the newspaper I laid on the table, and I took in the first news that caught my eye. "It says that Delilah Guzman was being sued by her ex-husband for defamation." She laughed with her hand over her mouth, and my heart skipped a beat because her eyes were twinkling as if she found what I said amusing. "I didn’t know entertainment news fascinated you." She teased. "Not as much as you fascinate me." I winked at her. Red tints crept up her cheeks before she pointed at the coffee and ignored my words. "Coffee? I’m not sure what your eyes want, so..." "Which one do you prefer to drink?" "I can drink both, but I like the

LUCIUS. The moment Patrea appeared naked in front of me, all I could think about was the many ways I would fuck her if I got my chance tonight. But what she revealed to me made the anger I felt for my deceased father reach its peak. And I had no fucking idea how I was able to control myself and the fire within me. Maybe because I was more focused on making Patrea feel better than on my anger at this point. I knew my father had been abusing females, and I bore witness to some of it. I never thought of the weight of all the abuse until it smacked me in the face. It made me ponder all the things I’d done in the past. They were nothing compared to what Lucien did to her or Lucija’s mother, but it still made me embarrassed for my own deed. It made me question my purpose as a demon. I never saw anything wrong with what we were doing, maybe because it was the way we lived. We were so used to torturing dark souls, living and dead, that it became part of our daily lives until we began tort

LUCIUS. I was still reeling from how her lips tasted so fucking good when my ears heard someone approaching the main door. I already knew who it was and I couldn’t help but mutter a curse under my breath the moment Patrea untangled herself from my grip. Her face was tainted with red tints as she combed her hair with her fingers before she unwrapped the apron from her body and walked towards the living room. I followed her and leaned on the pillar separating her kitchen from the rest of the house, where I have a view of her and the front door. She brushed her hands against her pants and t-shirt as if they would whisk away any traces of me, and it irritated me. "Hey!" Her voice sounded upbeat the moment the fucker Berner appeared at the door, carrying a basket of different kinds of fruits. I wanted to suck the life out of these fruits so they would decay and crumble to ashes, but I knew Patrea would know it was me if I did that. So I contented myself with remaining quiet and liste