Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling into the devil's bed: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

[Warning: this chapter contains explicit sex, pain kink (m. receiving) and blood play. Proceed with caution.]Penelope’s POV:“Lead the way,” I echo his words with a shake of my head, and grab his collar, pulling him down to a frantic kiss. “You say that like you’ll ever not be in control,” I don’t hide the vitriol dripping from my tone. His hands settle above my hip, yanking me closer to him. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re pissed,” he whispers, his teeth nipping at my lower lip. His words cause a fresh wave of anger to slam into me. I pull away from the kiss and shove him in the direction of the bed. He doesn’t even budge. Irritation irks my spirit. I can’t even manhandle him if I tried, he’s taller and stronger than me. “This is so fucking annoying,” “Let me help you out,” he offers, his words bleeding mock kindness. I watch as he makes his way over to the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt like he had all the time in the world. His eyes lock into mine, and for two sec

Penelope’s POV: I can’t tell where I start and where Vincent stops. Nor can I tell how long it’s been. Thirty minutes? An hour? Two? My limbs had long since given up. I was being held up by Vincent’s iron grip on my hips, holding me in a perfect position as his cock continued to jackhammer inside of me. The sounds in the air are downright profane. I’ve climaxed over and over again that his thrusts inside of me are so swift and effortless. Broken cures and squeals spill from my lips, muffled by my face on the sheets. Sheets that are soaked with my tears and drool and maybe even snot; I can’t be sure at this point. My skin sizzles, the heat between us has me sweating buckets. Each and every one of my nerves detonate as he pushes me to the edge. How does he have so much stamina?! “Princess?” He cooes, his voice soft and mocking. One of his hands grasps my neck and pulls me up. My body obeys, limper than a rag doll. He lets out a breathy laugh that’s swallowed by the slap

Sera's POVFuck!I slam my laptop close with such force that the screen cracks, and I toss it to the ground. The lamp beside my bed flickers, casting long shadows all over my bedroom. Beyond the window, the night is silent and still. I hastily switch the lamp off, plunging my room into cold darkness. At the foot of my bed, Duke is sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the growing panic in my body. My heart races in my heart, pounding frantically like it wants to escape my rib cage. I turn to my laptop, fear working its steady way up my body. The laptop is most definitely busted, but that doesn’t mean the last thirty minutes has been undone. Muttering to myself, I get up and pull the windows all shut and make sure to lock my bedroom door. I’m alone, I know I’m alone. But it doesn’t stave off the feeling of being watched. I just pinged someone’s security net. Years of working in cybersecurity has enhanced my senses more than I’d like to give it credit for. Especially when it came to

Penelope's POV:We have an exhibition to save. Sera sounds rehearsed and clipped, so unlike the Sera I know. Her cheeks are pale, they're always so rosy no matter what, unless it's winter and she's just been outside. I narrow my eyes, watching her closely, as if by doing so I'll unravel the truth. "If you wanted to get me naked, you could have just said so," I say in an attempt to lighten the mood. But what I want to see is if she'll turn flirty. If she does, then nothing is wrong. If she doesn't..."I'm sorry. I overstepped," She replies.My suspicions grow. Does this have something to do with her visitor? Shoot. I wish I had arrived sooner so I'd see who it was. We maintain eye contact, neither willing to back down. Then her eyes move to my arms. I brace myself for more questions, but they never come. "Mom called. Silas is having his birthday party this weekend, she wants us to be there. Both of us," She says, raising her eyes to meet mine. "You'll come, right?"Some of the te

Vincent's POV The door bursts open and multiple footsteps rush in. “Sir! I’m going to have to ask you to leave now!” The nurse from earlier says sternly. “Your presence is aggravating the patient.”“She’s not some patient, she’s my sister!” I whip around to her, my voice rising higher with each word. She steps back. The security guards behind her step forward. “Sir, you have to leave.”Gwen’s heart wrenching sobs fill the air. I turn to her. I want to reach out and hold her…but here’s where that landed us. One of the guards put his hand on my shoulder. My body moves, instincts kicking in. I grab his wrist and toss him to the side. He slams into the bed, the metal scrapes the floor and makes a grating noise. He cries out in pain, and the other one goes over to his side. “Sir!” The nurse exclaims. “Keep your hands to yourself,” I say to the other two, my gaze still focused on Gwen.She glances at me over her shoulder, her face streaked with tears. She’s saying something, her lips