All Chapters of The Devil's Vow #2: The Viel of Vengeance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Helios’s lips still lingered on hers, the taste of their shared passion mingling between them. Elena’s hands slid down his sweat-slicked chest, her fingers tracing the ridges of his abs before she pushed against him, rolling him onto his back. She straddled him, her thighs framing his hips, her dark eyes locked on his with a fiery determination. Helios’s hands instinctively gripped her hips, his thumbs brushing the soft skin there as she positioned herself above him. “Elena,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. But she didn’t respond with words. Instead, she rocked her hips, the slick heat of her core brushing against his hardness, drawing a deep groan from him. Elena’s lips curved into a mischievous smile, her confidence radiating as she took control. She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest, her breasts swaying tantalizingly close to his face. Helios’s hands moved to her waist, guiding her as she sank down onto him, inch by agonizing inch. She gasped, her

The morning of the battle came not with sunlight, but with steel-gray skies and a bitter wind that cut through my coat. Everything felt sharper. The air. The noise. The tension that coiled tight in my gut like a wire waiting to snap. I stood beside Helios, and even though we hadn’t spoken since that night in the warehouse—since that kiss that still burned on my lips—I could feel him with every breath I took. He didn’t have to say anything. His presence was enough. Solid. Grounding. A silent vow that he hadn’t gone through with the deal. He had chosen to fight. With me. For me. Around us, the Moretti compound buzzed with motion. Men loading weapons into SUVs, whispers traveling like wildfire about who had betrayed whom, who had run, who had stayed. The Volkovs were coming, and they weren’t coming quietly. The third party Nico had aligned with? We still didn’t know their name. Just that they wanted the Moretti family to fall—and they’d use anyone to get what they wanted. Even me. He

The night was too quiet. After the screaming, the gunfire, the thunder of explosions that had filled every breath and beat of my heart—this silence was deafening. I sat on the edge of a creaky bed in a dimly lit room inside a safe house nestled somewhere on the outskirts of the city. I didn’t know exactly where we were, only that Helios had driven us here in the dead of night, through winding back roads and empty alleys. We hadn't said much on the way. There were too many things we didn't know how to say. Now, the silence wrapped around us like a thick blanket, heavy and suffocating. I stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror above the old dresser. Blood crusted my temple. A dark bruise bloomed across my cheekbone. There were scrapes on my arms, bandaged in gauze that Helios had found in a worn-out first aid kit. My hands trembled faintly in my lap—not from fear, but from the overwhelming wave of everything. The door creaked open softly, and Helios stepped inside. He was s

Elena’s heart pounded as she looked down at Helios, his chest rising and falling with the remnants of their last encounter. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way his body still thrummed with unspent energy. Her hands trembled slightly as she placed them on his chest, her fingers splaying across the firm muscles. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his, a soft, teasing kiss that left him wanting more. “My turn,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. Her eyes locked onto his, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths. Before he could respond, she pushed him firmly onto his back, her strength surprising him. He let out a low chuckle, his hands reaching up to grab her hips, but she batted them away, a sly smile curving her lips. “No,” she said, her tone playful yet commanding. “Let me take control.” Helios’ breath hitched as she straddled him, her thighs pressing against his sides. He could already feel her warmth, the way her body seemed to hum with anti

For the first time in a long while, the world felt quiet. Not just the absence of noise, but that deep, soul-level stillness that only comes when you're in the right place, with the right person. That night, the air was cool but not cold, the moon casting a silver glow over the garden behind the Moretti estate. I could hear the distant chirp of crickets, the occasional rustle of the trees, and the soft, steady beat of Helios's heart beneath my ear. His arms were wrapped around me, one hand gently stroking my hair, the other resting protectively on my waist. For someone known as the most brutal enforcer of the Moretti family, his touch was impossibly tender. I never thought I’d feel safe like this again. Not after everything I’d been through. Not after walking away from everything I knew. “Tell me something real,” I whispered into the fabric of his shirt. My voice came out softer than I intended, but it felt right. Intimate. Like anything louder might break the spell. Helios let ou