All Chapters of Lucifer's Captive Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Her gaze was locked on me, her eyes filled with loathing, anger, defeat, and something else… something I couldn’t quite name, but that only fueled my victory. She could hate me all she wanted; it only made her commitment to my terms all the more binding. And in that moment, she was truly mine—her will, her choices, even her defiance bent to my whim. I savored it, letting the silence stretch as she stood there, torn between her love for him and her hatred of me, a fragile balance that I controlled with ease. I leaned back in my chair, a calm satisfaction spreading over me as I held the document out for her, feathered pen beside it. I watched as Selene approached, hesitant but determined, her hand trembling slightly as she took the pen and leaned in to sign away the last trace of her freedom. The moment her name curved across the parchment, it was done. Her soul, finally mine. I smiled, amused by how easy it had been to coax her into this moment. She stepped back, letting the pen s

The idea was almost comforting. If I died, there would be nothing left for him to torment, nothing left for him to hold over me. He had my soul, yes, but if he truly wasn’t in hell… maybe, just maybe, I could find peace there. A place he wasn’t, a place he couldn’t reach me, at least not yet. My life had already been taken from me, hadn’t it? This would just be a way to take back my own ending.I moved toward the small wooden drawer by the bed, my hands trembling as they reached for the handle. Inside was a little pocket knife I’d kept hidden, a last piece of control that he hadn’t yet stolen from me. My fingers curled around it, feeling the cold metal press into my skin, and a strange calm settled over me. The blade caught the faint light, gleaming—a small, silent promise. Without a second thought, I slid it across my wrist, watching as the sharpness bit into my skin, leaving a thin, red line. For a moment, there was nothing. No pain. Just the coldness of the blade and then… warmth

He laughed, a dark, chilling sound. "You’re remarkably naive, Selene. But fine. Keep rebelling. Keep spitting venom at me. It changes nothing." He leaned down, his face close enough that I could feel his breath. "Because in the end, I always get what I want." I held his gaze, refusing to back down. "Not from me. Whatever you think you’ll get, you’re wrong." "Oh?" His eyes glittered with something wicked, a promise of punishment. "I wonder how long you can keep that up." "As long as it takes," I replied, my voice steady. "You think you’ve broken me, but you haven’t. Not even close." For a moment, he said nothing, his eyes tracing every line of defiance on my face. Lucifer’s eyes glimmered with a dangerous warmth as he stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. I tried to back away, but the edge of the bed caught me, trapping me in place as his hands found their way around my waist. The touch was almost gentle—almost—but I could feel the power in his grip, the way he held me lik

I blinked, taken aback. “What?” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady, his voice taking on a slight edge. “Do not argue with me, Selene. I do not have the patience for it any longer.” I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him that I wasn’t even planning to argue, but the words died on my lips as he lifted a hand, silencing me with a single look.I watched the intensity in his gaze. “Good girl,” he murmured, more to himself than to me, his voice carrying a faint trace of approval. There was something unsettling about the way he said it, something that made my heart race just a little faster. Then, without warning, he rose from his seat, the chair scraping softly against the floor as he moved around the table. I could feel his presence close behind me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. I held my breath, my entire body tensing as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the side of my neck. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent a shiver down my spine, a sensation tha

I nod without thinking and his next words left me surprise " I can't live with kisses anymore " I meet his gaze, he look so serious " don't you think it's time?" He lean close " let me bury myself in you" his hands move to my waist, make me sit on him, I look at him, a gasp left my mouth when his both hands grab my arse " Let me make you my woman" LUCIEN EXHALE Sitting down in the quiet corner of the airport lounge, I closed my eyes, pressing my back into the cold leather of the seat. The noise and chaos of travel faded around me, drowned out by my own thoughts—a storm I’d been silently battling for weeks now. I didn’t want to think about her. I didn’t want to feel what I felt. But Selene lingered in my mind, an unshakable presence. Selene belongs to Lucifer. That was the unbreakable rule. It had been the truth from the moment she arrived. No one, not a single soul, could take her from him. The thought should have been enough to kill whatever foolish feelings had been stirring