All Chapters of Falling into the devil's bed: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

Sera’s POV“Whatever,” I huff, rolling my eyes only so I don’t get to look at him. “I don’t need your stupid praise.”He doesn’t reply, but I feel his gaze burrowing just to the side of my face.What the hell is wrong with me?! I shouldn’t be feeling fluttery for this man! He’s dangerous, and he’s even more a danger to Penelope right now.Penelope.The thought of her makes the butterflies wither and die. For the first time, I don’t know how I feel thinking about her.“Seraphina,”“It’s Sera. Don’t be a dick right now, please.”“We’re not close enough for me to call you that,”I turn to him. “Not close enough? I’m your fiancée.”“Really? I never thought you’d willingly call yourself that.”Again, the heat worms its way into my cheeks. Right. I’m losing my fucking mind. It’s past midnight, I should be in bed curled with Duke, but no. I’m here, getting butterflies over Hades.“You’re so annoying,” I grumble.“If you want, we can become closer.” He says, taking a step towards me.Is he…fl

Penelope’s POV:“Princess, you need to eat. Your energy levels are low,”I nudge my foot into his shin under the table; leaning over it and flashing him a sultry smile. “I wanna have you for dinner. Not my fault you’re walking around looking like a five course meal.”He shakes his head, a smile tugging on his lips. “You need energy,” he tries again, holding a bite of steak to my lips. “Come on, you need to eat,”With a gentle huff, I part my lips and slowly close me around the fork. Keeping my eyes on him and making damn sure he gets my meaning. His throat tightens, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His eyes turn dark and a muscle feathers in his jaw.“Mmm! This is so delicious!” I roll my eyes back, moaning as I chew on the piece of steak. It is delicious, melting into my mouth and bursting with tender flavors. “You should try some too,”Before he can protest, I get to my feet and cross the space between us, perching comfortably over his lap. Pretending like I have no idea what I’m doing, I

Penelope’s POVIt wasn’t entirely my original plan to pay Vincent back so early. Whoever it was decided to call at the exact time. As if the universe came together and agreed on my little revenge plan.My cheeks hurt from hollowing them out to fit around his cock. My throat hurt even more, a dull ache that felt rough. My jaw…well, you don’t take a cock like his without some side effects.I stroke him, marveling at how hard he is. His beautiful cock is flushed, veins running down his length, pre leaking steadily from his tip.“Are you gonna cum for me?” I bat my lashes at him, licking my lips. I hoist myself up, tapping his cock to my cheek twice.He curses, his eyes completely dark. His pupils dilated to the max. “You’re devilish,” he said, his voice thick with something I couldn’t name. His chest heaved, and the apples of his cheeks were dusted a faint red. Strands of hair fell into his eyes which he brushed back absentmindedly.“What do you expect? The devil is my boyfriend.”“Princ

Penelope's POV:"Princess?" Someone keeps whispering that name into my ear. "Princess? You need to wake up."I groan, burying my face into the pillows. "Five more minutes babe..."Vincent's chuckle sounds right above my head. "I'm sure your need your sleep. But someone has left twenty missed calls on your private line.""Take it...""They won't speak to me."Who the hell is it disturbing me?! Is it too much to ask, a night of peace with my boyfriend?With a loud sigh, I push myself up from the bed and turn around. Vincent sits perched on the edge of the bed, still in his pajamas. His hair flows over his shoulders, messy from the number of times I'd ran my fingers through it last night. A spark of satisfaction blooms inside me, seeing his kiss reddened lips and the marks, my marks, littered across his neck. "Hey," I drawl with a wide grin. "Looking good today.""Are you drunk?" He replies with a small smile, pushing my phone into my hands. Leila jumps into the bed, settling in his la

Mordecai's POVI underestimated Penelope Verdant. And almost lost my nephew as a result. "You...came...""You're my nephew, however silly you act." I reply, reminding myself that Bastian is prone to foolish acts, and it's a miracle Penelope's bullet missed his heart. He's a foolish boy. He definitely gets his impulsiveness from his father. Bastian forces a rasping chuckle. It sounds like a faulty kettle. The boy is pale, lips turning blue and eyes drained of colour. However, he is alive. That is all that matters. Damien will skin me if anything happens to his beloved kids who I'm supposed to protect."Who was that woman? The one that shot me?" Bastian turns, his watery eyes meeting mine. "That man...was my brother, right?""Who told you that?" My voice comes out harsher than I intended. "He is, isn't he?"I don't give him a reply. Over the years I've convinced myself that if I don't think about it, about Vincent's real parentage, it's not real.I rise to my feet. "Once you're be