Todos los capítulos de Falling for the devil with lust deep in his heart : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

(Zephar’s pov)The cups shattered on the floor, I stood outside the door waiting to be called in. Prince Valen Crowe and his lover were at it again, always fighting and arguing about the soul keepers. My head was already banging from their morning duo and now, I'm about to be called in to sweep out the broken cups.“One, two, three,” I snapped my fingers.“Zephar!!!!” My name roared from inside and I slammed the door open and ran inside.“Yes, my prince,” I bowed my head to him.“Pack this out, I don't want my lover injured.” Prince Valen Crowe carried his silk floral gown and jumped over to the other side of the room. Miss Fiora hissed and angrily walked out of the room, I focused on picking every piece not to be called back into his chambers.“I didn't let her win this time, and she's angry….humph,” “You should have, my prince, you know how long her anger lasts…… she might behave like the last time and jump into the river,” I reminded him. The broken pieces shined through the sack,

(Zephar's pov)The prince's gaze shifted to me, he removed the magic covering my sight and pulled me to my feet. The fear in my eyes, he watched me clutch on my dress and gently pat my hair.“Prepare for the ceremony,” he told me.“But he just said he'll kill you before you get to attend,” I reminded him.“Have you forgotten who I am because I let him slash my robe? I said prepare!!”I took his dress and placed it on the bed. The prince sat down and watched me rub the perfume sack on his clothes. The fragrance lingered in his room allowing us to breathe in his definition of peace and quiet. He stood up and stopped inches from me so I could smell the lavender rising from his skin.I reached for his collar, my fingers brushed the sides as I pulled it over to straighten it up and he stood there and let me work. I fastened his trousers and laced his boots. My very motion was precise, practiced. He sat down and I tied his hair to his style before helping him with his earrings. He stood up

(Zephar's pov)The prince’s nose landed on mine, he moved side to side and rubbed my nose with his. I was so shocked that I couldn't move or push him. He was so aggressive, his fingers dug through my hair and I just stood there.He left me and stood straight, his eyes fell to my height and I removed my face. He lifted my chin up again and pulled me closer to his chest.“Call my name again,”“My prince, I can't do that,”“I said, call my name,”“Darius.”He brought his nose close and rubbed mine again again. This time, he was slow and steady as if he was measuring the shape of my nose. My body betrayed me, my hands moved on their own to his chest and I grabbed his robe and held him tight.He continued sending tickles, his hand still on my waist and his other hand roughing my hair. A moan slipped out of my mouth, I pushed him and looked away breathing fast.He didn't say anything, he arranged his robe and went to his seat and sat down facing the window. The food server knocked and I rus

(Zephar's pov)My food couldn't get past my throat, his every stare made the food stuck in my throat.“My prince, can I ask you something?”“Ask,”“Ehrm… why are you always looking at me, I'm not doing anything wrong,”“Just eat.” He stood up and went to his bed and laid down facing up. I felt quite at ease, I happily munched on the chicken laps and focused on the berry pie crust, it was only made for royals and can't be seen in an average family's home.The raspberry juice smiled at me and I took the jug and helped myself into my cup and glumped down every drop, I lost myself in eating and forgot I was eating the prince's meal. An expensive fruit cultivated only for the royal family, I ate the grapes and left none of it.“I didn't know you have a large stomach,” I heard the prince say just when I was about to pick up the dried persimmon and drop it.“No, help yourself.” I watched him walk behind me and loosen my hair tie, my long hair fell in its length and he dug his fingers into it