The Hellhound’s Bride의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

“I honestly am not sure if this is a good plan. It is not. It’s not safe but… but take this phone. Call the first number on the speed dial and I'll come pick you up. I cannot guarantee Lucille’s mood when he comes for you so… try to stay out of trouble? And don’t draw attention to yourself. Please. I’m begging you,”That’s the longest statement Damian has ever said to me, but it’s also a funny one since a person like me will always draw attention, especially in a scenario like this. He did as Lucille ordered, abandoning me in the middle of the market— perhaps so I blend with the crowd. Naturally, I'm not with my knee length black wool coat, large grey cashmere sweater with some of the front side being tucked into dark slim fitting trousers and black leather knee length heels. Everyone here is in something normal. Casual. I wonder what that feels like. I take a bite out of the pork buns in my hand. It’s oily, perhaps too oily. Father would have never let me eat something like this

“—, IDIOTIC BUFFOON!”I grit my teeth, wanting to cuss out the man that was snapping at me— but of course, my dear wife has her hand over the back of my head, forcing me into a bow in front of the owner of the shop while she bows herself. “I apologize. He doesn’t understand social cues,”‘You don’t have to apologize,’ I think, but I don’t say. Not while we're standing on this muddy road, dragged away from his shop like stray dogs.Still…Her touch on my hair feels… nice. I try to think of the last time someone put their hands on my head and I can’t remember. Has there ever even been a time?“… AND IF I SEE YOU HERE NEXT TIME, I'M CALLING THE POLICE!”Eve’s hold on the back of my head tightens as she says quietly, “He will pay for any damage necessary. Once again, we apologize,”I turn sideways. She looks like the epitome of perfection even now. Her eyes are closed, her body bowed with her hand on her chest. She’s graceful, glorious even now. Like an angel— a princess. My princess.

I immediately go for his crotch but almost instantly, his hand reaches out for my thigh as he grabs it and pulls me even closer, wrapping it around his waist while he whispers, “Yeah, baby. Just keep fighting me like that,”“You’re sick,” Because those are the only words I can say. Because my core is pulsing again, and I feel like my skin is about to burn up and I don’t know why. I don’t like this. I don’t like how he makes me feel. “So what? You’re going to force me to sleep with you? I said I don’t want this,”He chuckles there. “Another lie,”He suddenly lets go of my wrists and in one second, lifts and places me over his shoulder. The world tilts, my hair swinging down as he walks. I pound my fists against his back, which only bangs against the solid wall of his muscles. "Put me down, you bastard!"He doesn't answer. He walks through the bedroom and into a massive, adjoining bathroom. It's all black marble and chrome, as cold and impersonal as the rest of the penthouse. In the ce

Lucille Hellfire has not yet arrived at the club to find me. My eyes move to the time on the phone I placed on the table in front of me. I have been here for almost six hours. Surrounded by smelly people and loud music. I don’t know if Damian left any guards with me. I would like to believe that he did. Four men have come to the booth that I hide in to say hello. I instantly turn away because they all have some issues of some sort. They smile too widely. They smell cheap, look cheap— and they’re all desperate. And it’s not in a good way. I think back to this morning. To the fact that I slept in an entirely different room and he didn’t bother to come check. Instead, I woke up to find some woman in the house— a bodyguard apparently, who served me a meal and said she was ordered to drive me to whatever luxury brand I would want to shop in, a spa treatment day and an order to do whatever I want. He truly doesn’t care what I do anymore. That pisses me off even more, but not a single

She smells like vanilla— but it’s smoky, mixed with something else that makes her smell and feel warm, and like honey. There’s honey mixed somewhere on her skin and I want to tear off her clothes and find where that scent comes from. I’m going to fucking lick every inch of her skin when we’re done with this. Thinking about the sounds she could make only worsens my irritation as my gaze returns back to my Father who’s still seated there watching us. His face is empty, making it impossible to guess what he’s thinking. Twenty years of being in his presence and I still can’t read his moves. My mood starts to worsen but I focus on her scent. Eve is being quiet, a feat I know must be difficult for her. I want to look at her face, to see what she’s thinking about so seriously. I wonder what he told her, what he said. ‘What do you think she’ll do to you when she finds out you were sent to fuck her for information?’My heart beats louder than it normally would, my right hand moving to my