The Devil's Nurse のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Reina’s POVIt happened in the blink of an eye.The moment I turned, my knees nearly gave out. My chest felt too tight, like my ribs were squeezing in on my heart. Roman stood close, his brows pinched together, concern in his eyes. But I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even breathe. My eyes were locked across the distance—on him.Roman frowned, stepping in front of me. “Reina? You okay?”My voice barely worked. “Joshua…”Roman’s brows pinched together as he followed my gaze. “Who’s that? Do you know him?” He asked softly.I nodded, unable to form full words, my throat dry. “Joshua. He’s Joshua."There he stood.Older.Not as the vibrant young man I once knew but... alive. Bearded. Leaner. A little rough around the edges. Like someone who’d been kept in a basement for weeks with only shadows and silence for company. His eyes—haunted, sunken, but burning with the same fire.My legs moved on instinct.I didn’t care about the people around us or the fact that Roman’s hand reached out to stop me.

Reina’s POVI sat there long after Joshua left, the street slowly emptying of its noise and commotion.The echo of his words still throbbed in my chest like a bruise that wouldn’t fade.“You used me. And you will pay for it.”Maybe… maybe he was right.Maybe that is all I know how to do—hurt the people who try to love me.I pulled my knees up onto the bench, hugging them as tightly as I could, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. I’d tried to survive, to do what I had to. But somewhere along the way, I became the very thing I used to run from.A liar.A destroyer. A fucking opportunist.A selfish, broken thing trying to crawl her way out of quicksand with bloodied hands.Joshua was angry. Of course he was. And his feelings? They were valid.God, so valid.I shouldn't have involved him. I should have kept to myself. But how could I when I was barely holding on? When the lines between survival and manipulation blurred so fast I couldn’t see anymore?I bowed my head as a gust of col

Cassian’s POV The hidden door clicked shut behind me, sealing away the girl I couldn’t stop thinking about. My feet sank into the plush carpet of my bedroom, but I didn’t stop—made straight for the bathroom, ripping the sweatpants off as I went. The shower roared to life. I stepped in without hesitation, letting the scorching water punish my skin. Steam curled around me like smoke from hell, but it did nothing to ease the ache in my cock. It wasn’t just a dull throb now—it was the kind of need that made me want to bury myself in something tight and wet until sundown. My mind flickered back to Reina. Bent over. Naked. Her moans echoing in my skull like a goddamn prayer. She was under the influence, sure. But there was no mistaking it—she wanted it. Loved it. The way she clung to me, begged for more. The taste of her still lingered on my tongue. “Fuck,” I muttered, dragging my hand through my hair. “I might have a problem.” I was hard again just picturing her tangled in my sh

Cassian’s POVI pressed the wheel to her shoulder first. Just a whisper of contact. She shivered instantly.Then I dragged it down, slow and steady. Across the curve of her breast. Along her ribs. Over her belly. A thousand tiny needles danced over her skin, electric and biting, and she couldn’t tell if she wanted to squirm away or lean into it.She whimpered—soft, broken.I smiled.The wheel traced a lazy path down her thigh, skipping her center entirely just to tease. I pressed harder this time, letting the teeth bite more deeply. Not enough to break skin—just enough to make her gasp.Her head fell back against the wall, breath ragged, nipples taut, thighs trembling.And still, I wasn’t finished.I circled her navel slowly, then brought it down between her legs—not touching yet. Just hovering. Letting her feel the anticipation like a pulse in the dark.“Tell me you want it,” I whispered.She did.And the wheel began to turn.Her moan echoed in my chest, low and trembling, when I dra

Reina’s POVFor a moment, I stood frozen in the doorway—Roman staring back at me, disheveled and desperate. My pulse thundered in my ears, the air thick with something I couldn’t name.He’s the only one who knows about this place—besides Mr. Marcello and the police. So could he have…?A chilling thought slammed into me. What if…?I looked up at him, my eyes wide, heart thudding like a war drum.Then I moved—fast.I slammed the door—Or tried to.His leg shot out, fast as a snake, jamming itself between the door and the frame with brutal force. The wood groaned. He shoved hard, muscles straining, face twisted with something I couldn’t quite read—and didn’t want to.“No!” I shrieked, pushing with all my weight.But it was useless.The door burst open under the pressure, slamming into the wall with a deafening crack.I staggered backward, panic splintering through my chest. My knees gave out.Oh God, is he trying to hurt me?Did he already?I hit the floor hard, breath knocked from my lu