All Chapters of Devil's Bidding: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ARABELLA “Here. Eat.”Lucas’s deep voice snapped me out of my wandering thoughts. My eyes widened at the sight of the platter before me, a lavish spread of steaming dishes, far more than I could possibly eat A whole platter.I stared at it in disbelief. Was he planning to have me stuffed like a pig?“This is… a lot,” I murmured, glancing up at him.“You’ll need the strength,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Start with the soup.”The aroma hit me first rich, warm, comforting. My stomach growled loudly in betrayal, and his lips twitched as if he wanted to smile but didn’t. I was hungry. No, I was starving. It was like my body had been drained of everything during the night.My fingers trembled as I reached for the spoon, and it slipped from my grasp, clattering softly against the plate.Heat rushed to my cheeks. Had I really come so hard last night that I’d lost all strength in my limbs?“Does your body hurt?” Lucas’s voice was softer now, his shadow falling o

“Lucas… what are you doing?” Arabella rasped, her voice breathless, trembling with a mix of confusion and need as he knelt before her, his hands still holding her thighs apart.“You’re hurt, aren’t you?” he asked, his tone laced with concern, his eyes searching hers for the truth. She shook her head, denying it, but her breath hitched as his fingers brushed her core, swollen and tender from their night of passion. She bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping, betraying her.“Don’t lie,” he warned, his voice soft but firm, a gentle reprimand that sent a shiver through her. “It’s swollen, doll. Bruised.” He sighed, his gaze dropping to her core—beautifully pink, yet visibly tender and slightly swollen. Leaning closer, he studied her, his expression a mix of worry and restraint.Her hips moved instinctively, chasing his touch, one hand clenching her breast in desperation, her body betraying her need despite the ache. When he looked up, her face was creased in a frown, her eyes glistening

Arabella The air was clean. Bright. Crisp in a way that felt almost new.It smelled of grass and the faint sweetness of flowers somewhere nearby, and for a moment, I let myself breathe it in—deeply, greedily.Everything was beautiful here. Perfect, even. The gardens were trimmed, the stone paths glistened in the fading sunlight, and the breeze carried the scent of rain yet to fall.I had everything I could ask for—everything a person could possibly need. Whatever I wanted, Lucas would make sure I had it. Clothes. Jewelry. Food. Comfort.And yet… I was still a caged bird.A well-kept one, yes. One fed with gold spoons and wrapped in silk sheets—but a bird in a gilded cage nonetheless.An exquisite pet.The thought made my chest ache with something between shame and sorrow.I sighed softly, my feet carrying me down the paved path while Sophie chattered beside me, her voice light and cheerful. She was trying, I knew. Trying to fill the silence that had grown too heavy between my thought

Lucas held her close, feeling the faint tremor that ran through her body.Whether it was from the cold or something deeper, he couldn’t tell, but he felt it. She was scared. Every shiver, every hesitant breath that brushed against his neck.He didn’t hate her.He wanted to, God knew it would have been easier if he did. Hatred would’ve made all of this simpler—his thoughts, his decisions, the orders he was expected to follow. But the truth sat heavy in his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to despise her.He wanted her.His hand came up, gently cupping her face, forcing her gaze to meet his. Her eyes were uncertain, searching him for answers he couldn’t give. He wished he hated her—because then maybe he wouldn’t feel the ache he did now, the one that came with knowing he’d soon have to let her go.“Do you want to go somewhere?” he asked, his voice low as his arm slid around her waist, pulling her close until she fit perfectly against him.“Where?” she asked softly, her eyes lifting to

Arabella We soon arrived and the moment I stepped inside, I swear I could feel my soul melt.I loved sweets. Everything smelled like heaven, vanilla, caramel, warm honey, the kind of scent that wraps around you and whispers that it’s okay to forget the world for a while.Lucas walked next to me, his arms planted firmly around my waist, confident as always, drawing glances without even trying. The maître d’ led us to a table near the window where the city lights shimmered against the glass like falling stars.Lucas sat there looking every bit attractive and handsome He looked a bit out of place though. Sitting in a desert shop. Even the chairs looked a bit too small. “This is…” I whispered, unable to find a word that fit while looking at him“Perfect,” I said instead giggling lightly. He smiled faintly, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, the kind that made me wonder what he was thinking.“Order whatever you want,” he urged. I flipped through the menu, my finge