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My heart raced as I thought about Lucifer and what he was capable of. The words spilled out before I could stop them. “Liam, you don’t understand. He’s...he’s terrifying. Lucifer—he might kill you.” those were the only words I could say, he doesn't even know Lucifer and I just blurted this out, it will really seem like I just had a bad dream. The words trembled on my lips, and I didn’t care how absurd I must have sounded. My voice cracked, the fear that gripped me seeping into every syllable. I couldn't shake the image of Lucifer’s cold eyes, his smirk, the way he controlled the room with just his presence. It sent chills through me. But Liam just laughed. He actually laughed, shaking his head as if I was talking about some silly nightmare. “Selene, come on. You must have had a bad dream or something. Lucifer? Like, the devil? You’ve gotta stop watching those horror movies.” He didn’t get it. He never would. To him, this was all some joke, a bad dream I was having. As he pulled

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At work, Mrs. Richardson took one look at me and shook her head. “Go home, Selene,” she said, her voice firm but kind. “You need to rest for a few days.” I didn’t argue. She was right, but I wasn’t going home. Instead, I made my way toward the mansion, my steps slowing the closer I got. The towering gates loomed ahead, casting long shadows across the ground. This was it. I couldn’t keep acting like an easy target. I would behave like nothing happened, like I didn’t see Lucifer in my dreams. I would behave normal. But someone like Lucifer will hate anything out of the usual, if am to act clingy and lovely with him... Am sure it will pissed him off... Not immediately but he might eventually let me go. Will that work? Should I do that I stead? Tell him nice words, hug him? Will he hate it? If he sees he can't know my next move, that will be abnormal for him and he will send me away. Right? I pushed the gates open, my hands trembling slightly as I stepped inside. The mansion stood as

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I half-expected her to retreat, to ask me to leave her alone as they usually did. Humans, after all, couldn’t help but run from their problems. Instead, she stepped closer, her eyes locked on mine. "Anything?" she asked, her voice steady despite the way her pulse raced. My brows lifted slightly. "Indeed." Without warning, she raised herself on tiptoes and kissed my neck. The action was so absurd, so completely unexpected that for a moment, I was frozen in place. What kind of game was she playing? I pulled back slightly, my hand reflexively touching where her lips had just been. Confusion flickered in my mind, a rare sensation for me. I didn’t understand what she was trying to accomplish with such a strange gesture. "What is it you want, Selene?" I asked, eyes narrowing. My patience was thinning. She met my gaze again, this time with a determined glint in her eyes. "I want a hug." I blinked. Of all the things she could have asked for, this was the last thing I’d expected. "A… hu

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“Alright,” she finally said, a hint of a smile on her lips. “I thought you were starting to like her.” Her words, though casual, carried a weight I couldn’t ignore. I met her gaze, feeling the heat of her jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. I had to handle this carefully. Mirabel had always been possessive, but she was dangerously so. She wouldn’t hesitate to do something reckless if she thought it would get her closer to me. “None of you are to touch her,” I said, my voice dropping lower, more authoritative. My eyes landed on Mirabel. “Especially you.” Mirabel’s smile faltered for a moment, her eyes flicking away from mine. “I never planned to,” she muttered, but I could hear the lie in her tone. I gave her a hard look. “I’m just stating my warning.” She shifted uncomfortably under my gaze, but she said nothing more. Satisfied that I’d made my point, I turned my attention back to Lucien. He had been silent during the exchange, but I could feel his disapproval. He had al

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Once, she had been useful. More than that, she had been entertaining in her own way. Her loyalty had been something I could rely on, and her willingness to follow my commands without question had made her a valuable ally. But now... nothing seemed interesting about her anymore. I let out a sigh as I watched her leave, her figure disappearing down the hallway. How many times had I done this? How many times had I indulged her need for validation just to keep her manageable? It was becoming tedious. I could see the cracks in her, the desperation growing stronger every day. She was becoming more unstable, more volatile, and that was something I didn’t need right now. Not with everything that was happening with Selene. Selene. I frowned, thinking of her upstairs, probably still trembling from our earlier exchange. She was new, raw, and unpredictable. I liked that about her. She wasn’t like Mirabel, who I could read from a mile away. Selene still had fight left in her, still had the capa

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“Let me feed you.” His smile was gentle, but there was that underlying edge of control, the one I could never quite shake. “Come.” Reluctantly, I moved closer and did as he said, lowering myself onto his lap. The dress barely covered me, and the moment I sat down, my breath hitched. My biggest fear was that he would notice I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His hand rested on my thigh, just as it always did, warm and possessive. He picked up a spoon of chicken soup and brought it to my lips. “Does it taste nice?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine.“Yes,” I whispered, licking my lips. Our eyes met, and I felt something shift between us, something dangerous. I swallowed nervously, the words slipping out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Lucifer?” He tilted his head slightly, giving me his full attention. “Hmm?” “Can I go out tomorrow?” I asked, my voice almost pleading. “Please.” His smile widened, the control he wielded over me more obvious than ever. He liked this. He like

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I hesitated for a moment but did as he said. The moment I straddled him, the hard press of his arousal against me sent a jolt through my body. My face was so close to his, our breaths mingling. He leaned back again, closing his eyes as his hands moved to my waist. His fingers dipped lower, gripping my bare ass, pulling me closer against him. A gasp escaped my lips, and he looked at me, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker. My face was burning, flushed with the heat of embarrassment and excitement all at once. "What is it you wish to say to me?" His voice was like a whisper against my skin, and when I looked into his eyes, I noticed something strange. Just a moment ago, they were more golden, but now they were shifting to blue. How could they change so quickly? I bit my lip, searching for words that wouldn’t come. All I could think about was the way his hands were moving me, back and forth, the slow rhythm pulling soft sounds from my throat. My thoughts were a jumble

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His words sent a wave of heat through my body, a mix of embarrassment and something else—something darker, something I wasn’t ready to admit to myself. The thought of being “his” should have terrified me. I should have felt ashamed for letting him touch me like this, for letting him control me. But instead, a small part of me felt pleased, even proud, that I kept myself. He leaned down then, his face hovering just above mine. His lips brushed against my forehead in the softest of kisses, a stark contrast to the way he had touched me just moments ago. It was almost tender, the kind of kiss that could make you believe in something softer, something sweeter, if you let it."I will kiss you later," he whispered, his voice low, sending a shiver down my spine. "As your reward." His words lingered in the air, heavy with promise. And just like that, he straightened up, walking away, leaving me alone on the bed, breathless and utterly shaken. The silence that followed was deafening, my mind

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I clenched my teeth, feeling the tension radiate through my body, the ache of unfulfilled desire burning through my veins. Still hard, I stood up, making my way upstairs, back toward my chambers where I could finally release this built-up frustration. As I opened the door, a slow smile crept back across my face at the sight in front of me. Mirabel was lying on the bed, completely naked, her body bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. She looked up at me, her lips curling into a seductive smile, and I felt the last remnants of my irritation ebb away. "Why do you always look so perfect?" I murmured, my voice low and smooth as I approached her. She laughed softly, her eyes trailing down my body as I began to undress, the belt first, then my trousers, followed by my shirt. Each article of clothing fell to the floor with purpose, as my eyes never left hers. "I’m always ready for you, my lord," she whispered. I climbed onto the bed, hovering above her for a moment, savoring the way he

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He glanced up, his sharp eyes meeting mine. “You’re in such a hurry.” His voice was soft, like honey, but it made my skin crawl. Our gazes locked, and I couldn’t help the frown that tugged at my lips. His face was upsetting me more than I wanted to admit. Everything about him—the calm, the ease, the way he acted like nothing had happened—boiled my blood. “Woah,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “why are you shooting glares my way?” “I’d like to step out,” I replied, standing as still as I could, refusing to let him see how much he was getting under my skin. I wasn’t going to fall for his smiles today, or his stupid handsome face, or his angelic voice. None of it was going to move me. “May I leave?” He stood up then, setting the papers down on the table beside him. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his drink before placing the cup down as well, all the while keeping his eyes on me. “I don’t know,” he said, his lips curling into that same damn smile. “I feel like I did something to off

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