All Chapters of The Devil’s Embrace: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The dining table was already filled with various dishes. Yara sat next to Damian, looking at him reading a document while enjoying her breakfast. Yara pushed a spoonful of rice towards Damian. "Come on, open your mouth," she said with a sweet smile. Damian glanced at Yara briefly before refocusing on his paperwork. "I can eat by myself." Yara snorted. "But I want to feed you." "No need," Damian replied flatly. Yara persisted, offering another spoonful of rice. "If you don't want it, I'll stay here until you open your mouth." Damian sighed, setting the document down. "You are stubborn." "And you're annoying," Yara quickly retorted. Damian stared at Yara, then turned to the servants standing in a row in the corner of the room, watching them expressionlessly. Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on his face. Yara was still waiting for Damian to open his mouth, but before she knew it, he was already pulling her by the scruff of the neck and crushing her lips deeply. Her eyes

Yara sat in the corner of the small, damp room, her hands still bound. There was only one small window above her head, but the iron bars made it impossible to escape. How long had she been here? One day? Two days? Nathaniel stood in front of her with a triumphant look. "It's useless to beg, little girl. I won't let you go," he said casually, folding his arms across his chest. Yara gave him a hateful look. "Why did you kidnap me? I have nothing to do with your business." Nathaniel chuckled. "Oh, of course you do. You are Damian's greatest weakness. I wanted to see how that man would fall to his knees when he found out you were in my hands." Yara bit her lip, holding back anger. "Damian won't give up on you. He's not that weak." Nathaniel leaned closer, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look directly into his eyes. "We'll see about that," he said in a challenging tone. Yara brushed his hand away roughly. "I won't let you win." Nathaniel smiled wryly. "We'll see how long

In the dimly lit room, Yara sat on the edge of the bed looking at Damian's bruised face. Her heart ached to see him in this state. With trembling hands, she took a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic and began to dab the wound at the corner of Damian's lip. Damian winced slightly. "You intentionally hurt me more, huh?" Yara sighed, her voice trembling slightly. "If I could, I'd like to take away all your pain, Damian. But I don't know how." Damian stared at her silently, noticing how Yara's eyes seemed to glaze over. The girl looked down, rubbing the wound on her temple very carefully, as if afraid of hurting it further. Suddenly a drop of tear fell onto Damian's hand. He frowned. "Yara, why are you crying?" Yara swallowed, shaking her head lightly. "It's okay." Damian didn't believe her. His hand came up, his fingers touching Yara's chin, forcing her to look at him directly. "Tell me." Yara bit her lip, trying to contain the turmoil in her chest. "I... I'm scared, Damian.

Damian had just entered the mansion with calm steps. After a full day of dark business, his body felt a little tired, but his mind was still sharp. Hugo followed behind him, giving a brief report before finally leaving Damian alone. As Damian entered his room, his gaze immediately fell on Yara who was fast asleep on the bed. Her breathing was regular, her face looking peaceful under the light of the nightlight. Damian stood at the edge of the bed, staring at the girl unconsciously flashing a small smile. "Damn, why am I getting attracted to her?"Damian sighed, rubbing his face for a moment. Sure, Yara was originally just a tool for his revenge on Felix. But now? With each passing day, he became more and more unsure of his original intentions. She had wanted to wake Yara up, wanted to pull the girl into her arms, wanted to feel the warmth that had recently become addictive. But seeing Yara sleeping like that, he couldn't bear it. Damian finally moved to leave, but just as he t

As the bedroom door closed, Damian looked at Yara with questioning eyes. "What do you plan to do now, my little girl?" Yara smiled meaningfully, then quickly pulled Damian's hands above her head. "Shhh... this time, let me take back control." Before Damian could protest, Yara had already tied his wrists with the tie she had just removed. Damian stared at the girl with raised eyebrows, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips. "You want to play like this?" his voice was low, full of interest. Yara just smiled, then without hesitation she lowered her head, letting her lips trail gently down Damian's neck. "I wonder what it would be like if King Mafia couldn't do anything." Damian chuckled softly, but his breathing grew heavy as Yara continued down, her lips trailing along his jaw, then to his collarbone. Her free fingers brush against his skin, creating a tantalizing sensation that makes Damian stiffen. "Yara..." his voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from th