All Chapters of The Devil’s Bargain: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

The warm, heavy atmosphere was shattered by the sudden, insistent chime of the doorbell.Both of them jumped, their heads snapping toward the entrance.Zoe’s brows knit together as she instinctively pulled her collar closed. “Is she back?”“No. If it were her, she wouldn’t bother with the doorbell,” Aaron muttered, pushing himself up. He was visibly irritated. It had taken everything to calm Zoe down, and just as things were heating up, some idiot was ruining the moment. He felt like skinning whoever was on the other side.He glanced at Zoe. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen, and the hickeys on her neck and chest were bright, damning marks of his possession.“Go to the bedroom. I’ll get the door.”Zoe narrowed her eyes, showing no intention of moving. She stayed perched on the bar counter, crossing her legs and leaning back with a provocative smirk. “Why should I hide? I wa

Zoe let out a final, jagged scream as her body was wracked with violent tremors. Her internal muscles clamped down on him with a frantic, rhythmic intensity that nearly drove him over the edge. The heat of her release flooded him, mixing with his own as he spent himself deep inside her.She went limp in his arms, her strength completely spent, her body still twitching with the remnants of the climax.Aaron pulled her close, burying his face in her neck. He began to lick away the salt and sweat from her skin—a primal, instinctive gesture of pure obsession.Zoe shivered under the wet contact. Even without her sight, she could feel the raw hunger and a strange, sudden... devotion in his touch. It made something inside her melt.“You’re like a big dog right now,” she whispered breathlessly, a tiny smirk playing on her lips.Aaron stopped. He reached up and gently untied the shirt from her eyes.Zoe blinked against the sud

Two weeks. That was how long Zoe had been living under Aaron Kael’s roof, and for the entire fifteen days, she felt like she was living in a beautiful, exhausting hell.The man’s stamina was terrifying. Day or night, in the bedroom, the shower, or out on the balcony—if the mood struck him, he’d wring her dry. At first, she tried to endure it, telling herself it was part of the game. But eventually, her body gave out. Her back ached, her legs were constant jelly, and even walking across a room felt like a marathon.Today, Zoe officially went on strike.After classes ended, she didn’t head back to the apartment. Instead, she tucked herself away in the back of the campus library, switched off her phone, and vowed not to return to that “beast’s den” until she’d had a full night’s sleep.But her plan backfired when she accidentally fell into a deep slumber. By the time she blinked her eyes open, the l

Evening at the Thorne estate.Victor Thorne’s 55th birthday gala was a masterclass in excess. The sprawling gardens were illuminated by thousands of crystal light strands, turning the night into a shimmering canopy of artificial stars. Sculpted fountains danced in time to a live string quartet, their waters tinted by underwater LEDs. Along the walkways, massive arrangements of imported lilies and roses filled the air with a scent so thick it was almost suffocating.Inside the grand ballroom, the elite moved like a well-choreographed play. These were the power players of the city, draped in five-figure couture and wearing practiced, socialite smiles.Crystal flutes clinked, laughter rippled through the air, and shallow flattery was exchanged over hors d’oeuvres. It was a picture-perfect portrait of high-society vanity.Victor Thorne stood center stage, flanked by his wife and Lana. Victor had spared no expense on his sister tonight, dressing he