All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S POSSESSION: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Selene's POVI was paralyzed, my eyes locked on Damien as he moved closer, his footsteps echoing ominously in the cramped bathroom like a tolling bell signaling doom. The fluorescent light overhead flickered erratically, throwing harsh shadows across his face that made him appear even more menacing than I remembered him to be. My hands quivered at my sides, fingers itching to grasp something that could serve as a weapon or at least a barrier between us.The cold, unforgiving tile wall pressed against my back, its chill penetrating through my thin dress and settling deep into my bones. I knew there was nowhere left to escape. The small bathroom morphed into a claustrophobic prison cell, with its grimy mirror reflecting my pale, terrified face and the single stall offering no real chance for an exit.I couldn’t help but think, "Yes, he’s right," as my mind raced with frantic calculations. "Ronan is still back at the clubhouse, while I’m trapped here in this bathroom. He wouldn’t hear my

He stood directly in front of us now, and the distinct scent of his expensive cologne pierced through the acrid smoke that surrounded us—something undeniably masculine that sent a rush of warmth through my limbs and weakened my knees. His presence seemed to fill the entire space, commanding and absolute, like a force of nature that was impossible to ignore."I think you have something that belongs to me," Ronan said, his piercing gaze locked onto Damien but, oddly, also enveloping me in its intensity. There was a sense of possession in his voice, but beneath that surfaced something deeper—an undercurrent of protection, perhaps even a hint of tenderness that caught me off guard.I watched as Damien’s bravado unraveled right before my eyes. His grip on my wrist, which had felt almost vice-like moments before, loosened and fell away completely. In that instant, he transformed into a child, caught in the act of pilfering cookies from a jar, his earlier confidence evapo

Selene's POVRonan laughed when he looked at me, his eyes doing that thing again. Like he was thinking dirty thoughts or something. "You know what you're saying?" he asked, his voice all rough and low.But I shut him up with a kiss.The second my lips hit his, everything else just... went away. The dark room, the rain hitting the windows, his cologne that smelled expensive and dangerous. All of it disappeared and it was just his mouth on mine and my heart going crazy in my chest.Every part of me was screaming nooo.My brain, the smart part that usually keeps me from doing stupid shit, was going off like a fire alarm. This was Ronan. This was bad news. This was me crossing lines I swore I'd never cross. But my body wasn't listening anymore.But I told all those voices to shut up and listened to the one telling me to kiss him.That stupid, reckless voice that had been getting louder all night. The one whispering about ho

Next Morning: Ronan's MansionSelene's POVI groaned as I slowly woke up. My eyelids felt heavy as hell. The morning sun was hitting my face directly through the big windows of the room, these bright golden streams that made me squire brightness was way too much for my sensitive eyes."Gosh," I groaned again, my voice all hoarse and scratchy as I sat up. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and there was this dull pounding behind my temples that made me wince.The silk sheets bunched around my waist as I pushed myself up, and that's when last night's memories hit me like a truck. The alcohol. How I acted so bold, so not like me at all. The things I said to Ronan. Oh god, how I practically threw myself at him.My face went red, the heat spreading from my cheeks down my neck. What was I gonna do? How could I possibly face Ronan after all my craziness yesterday? The memory of his amused look, how he stared at me like I was some p

Ronan's POVThe engine cut off with a low rumble that seemed to echo in the silence around us. I pushed the car door open, the metal groaning slightly on its hinges, and stepped out onto the cracked asphalt. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made your skin crawl and your instincts scream. My leather shoes hit the ground with a soft thud, and I could feel the weight of eyes watching my every move.I leaned back against the car, the cool metal pressing against my spine through my jacket. The cigar between my fingers felt familiar, comforting even. I brought it to my lips and took a slow drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling it in a steady stream. The tobacco taste was rich, expensive - the kind of luxury that reminded everyone exactly who they were dealing with.Salvatore stood there across from me, that same irritating smile plastered on his face. It was the kind of smile that never reached the eyes, the kind that made you wonde