บททั้งหมดของ Devil's Bidding: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Her body twisted against the sheets, small whimpers slipping from her throat, fragile and broken. The dream had her caught in its cruel grip, dragging her back into that night. Her hands clawed at the blanket, nails scraping, as though fighting shadows only she could see.“No… stop…” her voice cracked, strangled and breathless, trapped between sleep and memory.Lucas’s brow furrowed where he sat at the edge of the bed. He had carried her here after she’d collapsed in his arms, tucked her beneath the covers with a care she hadn’t even noticed. But now he leaned forward, his hand settling firm and steady against her shoulder.“Arabella.” His voice cut through—low, commanding, a tether pulling her back.For a split second, the weight of his hand blurred with the phantom one that had once pinned her down. Her body tensed, recoiling from the echo of it.Her eyes flew open. Terror clung to them—wild, unmoored, her chest heaving as though she expected someone else’s face to be hovering above

Arabella That evening, Lucas was there at dinner.He had kept his promise, and the moment I walked in and saw him, a smile tugged at my lips.I sat quietly by myself, simply basking in his presence.Would he demand I come sit on his thighs tonight? I wondered.Those little gestures he once used to make me uncomfortable had become the very things I craved.I hadn’t said a word, hadn’t asked, hadn’t even dared to glance at his lap—but somehow Lucas knew. He always knew. His chair shifted back with a soft scrape, his gaze locking on me. Then, with a quiet authority that curled heat low in my stomach, he beckoned.“Come,” he said simply.I froze, lips parting in shock, my heart slamming against my ribs. Had he really…?Before I could think, my legs carried me to him, and I settled onto his lap. His arm wrapped around my waist almost absently, anchoring me there, while he continued eating as though nothing were out of the ordinary.I tried to hide it, but I liked it. God, I liked it too m

“Beautiful,” Lucas whispered, his voice husky, reverent. His gaze drank her in—her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, her dark hair scattered wildly across his sheets. She looked undone, wrecked, and yet to him, she had never been more perfect.“I… I…” Arabella’s words fell apart on a trembling exhale, her chest heaving, her body still quivering from the storm he had pulled her through. But Lucas wasn’t finished with her yet.With a sudden tug, he dragged her closer by the curve of her thigh, pulling her down the bed until she was beneath him again, her tear-streaked face inches from his. For a long, searing moment he simply stared, his eyes dark with hunger, then his mouth captured hers in a kiss that stole her breath—deep, consuming, tasting her cries on his tongue.His lips broke from hers only to wander, trailing fire along the line of her jaw, down the column of her throat. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair

“Arabella.”His voice was quiet—too quiet—but the warning in it made her pulse skip.Still, she didn’t stop.Her hands slid down from his shoulders, grazing the front of his chest as she moved off his thighs. The heat of his body lingered on her palms even after she knelt before him. Lucas froze.The sight of her, there at his feet, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes clouded with desire, was enough to unmake him. He felt something inside him snap, air left his lungs. Breathtaking, that was what she was. “Arabella…” His tone deepened, rougher now, like gravel dragged across silk.What was she up to kneeling at his feet like that. But her name on his lips only seemed to encourage her.Her gaze lifted slowly, catching his through her lashes, and that single look made his breath hitch again. It wasn’t defiance—it was surrender, and invitation, all at once.He cursed softly under his breath.She didn’t even know what she was doing to him.Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed

Lucas kissed her tear-streaked face, his lips lingering before capturing hers in a deep, grounding kiss. He stayed still, buried inside her, letting her adjust to his overwhelming size. His jaw clenched, restraint etched in every line of his face. “Does it hurt?” he asked through gritted teeth, his voice rough with concern.Arabella shook her head, though a faint wince betrayed the sting of pain mingling with a strange, burgeoning pleasure. She didn’t want him to stop, couldn’t bear the thought. “Lucas,” she whined, her voice trembling with need, urging him on.He began to move, thrusting back in with deliberate slowness, her body responding with a shudder, her tight walls clenching around him. His lips found her taut nipples, sucking and fondling them with a tenderness that contrasted his powerful presence. A sharp cry broke from her, quickly silenced by his kiss, his tongue soothing her as she sniffed, gazing into his stormy eyes. Each slow, intense thrust reached deeper, igniting