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(His addiction.....)
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CHAPTER 06
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I wiped out the tear, that slid down my cheeks. What was he going to do to me. Nervousness crept down my throat, heaving a sign, I knocked on his door slightly.
"Come in" a low masculine.
His room was completely dark as always, why do he likes darkness so much. Maybe because he is the devil.
I gulped loudly and entered the room, I felt his eyes traveled down my body. I froze slightly was he going to tell me to strip.
He was so close that his smell lingered in my nose, he smelled like a blend of smoky wiid and flowers. He leaned in closer and my heart beat in my throat.
He blew hot hair in my earlope, oh gosh he was driving me crazy.
"Do you have a death wish" with his thumb and his fore fingers he grabbed my chin.
My breathing seized and my eyes went wide. I shock my head and tear formed at my eyes.
His lips curved into a devilish smirk.
"Then why do you keep testing me?" he murmured, his deep, velvety voice brushing over my senses like a dangerous lullaby. His thumb stroked my jawline..
"Answer me," he commanded, leaning in even closer until his lips were a few inches away from mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his scent—a mix of smoky woods and wildflowers—making my head spin.
"I—I didn't mean to," I stammered, my voice trembling.
He chuckled lowly "Didn't mean to, you making me feel so jealous?" he said.
"Tell me, little one, do you like playing with fire?"
"No"I shook my head.
. The smirk that had played on his lips twisted into something darker, more dangerous.
"You drive me insane,Every time I see someone else so much as look at you… touch you…" His jaw clenched.
His fingers trailed down to my neck, . "You belong to me," he murmured.
"And the thought of someone else touching what's mine?" He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "It makes me want to burn this world to the ground, little one. Do you understand?"
You've broken one of my rules, Do you have any idea what that means?"
"It means," he growled "you're going to be punished. Badly."
"I—I didn't mean to—"
"Silence," he commanded
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she fought to hold his gaze, her breathing shallow. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "This is your punishment, little one," he murmured. "And you'll endure it because you belong to me. Isn't that right?"
"Y-yes…"
"Yes, what?" he demanded.
"Yes, I belong to you," she admitted.
"That's better,Now, be a good girl and do as I say."
"Good girl," he ordered "Now, kneel and pleasure me."
"W-what do you mean by…pleasure you?" she stammered.
"Make me feel good," he murmured.His breath, warm and teasing, brushed against
His hands moved to his trouser and unzipped them.
Her eyes moved away, and she turned her head, heat across her skin. Her blushed deepening.
"Pl.. please don't" she said,
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Xylara hesitated at the doorway, staring into the room .She had no idea why the head maid had sent her here of all places.
She hated the dark. She moved something brushed against her leg.
"What the…" she muttered and fell forward, the tray slipping from her hands and shattered to the ground.
She gasped as she found herself on someone's lap, her wide eyes locked onto his face. Even in the dim light, his features were striking sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, .His dark hair fell in tousled waves across his forehead, framing a face that was almost otherworldly in its perfection.
"Stop moving," he snapped
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered"I didn't mean to—"
"Get off me," he said.
Xylara froze, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She scrambled to move, her hands pressing against his chest for balance, and immediately felt the hard muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.
"Pathetic," he muttered
"I—I didn't mean to, I brought food" she stammered,.
He scoffed "Stop touching me".
His handsome face was inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. Xylara's pulse raced,
He shoved her off his lap with little care, leaving her to stumble awkwardly to her feet. "Clean up your mess and get out," he said coldly.
Xylara nodded and quickly bent down to gathered the spilled food with trembling hands. Her face burned in embarrassment.
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I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. His gaze slid down my body, sharp and unrelenting, making me feel stripped bare without him saying a word. I froze. Was he going to ask me to undress?
He stepped back slightly, his fingers moving to the waistband of his trousers. My heart leapt into my throat as I realized what he was about to do.
"Pl-please," I stammered, turning my head away, my face burning with shame. "Don't."
The sound of the door slamming open made me jump.
"Fuck," a voice drawled lazily from the doorway.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, I turned my head to see a tall, broad-shouldered man leaning casually against the doorframe, a smirk at his lips.
"Interrupting something?" the man asked.
"Get the fuck out, Don," he growled.
"You should lock your doors if you're busy."
"Why don't you fùcking knock before entering?" he snarled.
"Get the fuck out, Don," he said.
Don didn't move. Instead, his smirk widened, "Nah, I think I'll stay," "This looks way too fucking interesting to miss."
My cheeks burned with humiliation, and I tried to hide behind my hands, my body trembling.
"Don, get the fuck out before I make you," he said
"Relax, boss," Don said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I just came to see what had you so worked up. Ran into some crazy maid on the way—annoying little thing." He smirked smug. "Cute, though, isn't she?"
Did this man seriously call her "little things"? She was eighteen, not a child!
"Don't fucking look at her," he snapped,
"Oh, I'm looking," Don said with a wicked grin, crossing his arms. "And you don't scare me."
"Touch her, and I'll kill you," he said, his voice deadly calm.
"Relax," Don said again, though his smirk didn't falter. "I wouldn't dare. She's obviously yours."
"Luca Moreno's here."
His expression darkened instantly. "What the hell is he doing here?"
"Looks like it's been too long since my hands got dirty," he said and lit up a cigarette.
As soon he left the room, the man turned his attention back to me, his lips curving into a faint smirk. "Little thing," he said mocking
"It's Lily," I shot back, rolling my eyes at him.
Gosh, he was such an infuriating creature.
His smirk deepened, with deliberate laziness. "Lily, huh? Cute name. Suits you."
Gosh, he was such an infuriating creature.
"Don't try to charm me. It won't work."
"Charm you? You don't like honesty?"
"Not when it comes from someone as annoying as you,".
He chuckled, clearly entertained by her frustration. "Annoying? That's harsh. I prefer 'memorable.'"
"Trust me, the only thing I enjoy is when you stop talking."
He laughed "You'll miss me when I'm gone."
"Not a chance," she muttered.
The man extended his hand. "I'm… Damon but Don" His voice was rich irritatingly seductive.
Wait… Damon? My brain stalled as realization hit. No way. He couldn't be that Damon—the freaking billionaire every girl drooled over, the one who changed girlfriends as often as he changed his designer suits and my best friend wouldn't shut up about. The one girls apparently tripped over themselves for, who changed girlfriends like they were outfits in his closet.
I remembered my best friend blabbering about him nonstop, how he was a walking fantasy with a devil-may-care attitude and a bank account to match.
My stomach dropped. Oh, I'd heard plenty about him, thanks to my best friend's daily fangirling sessions. "Damon Blackwell this," "Damon Blackwell that." Ugh. And now he was standing here, all smirks and arrogance,
No wonder, he looked so familiar and now, here he was, standing in front of me, looking every bit the smug, sexy demon he was rumored to be.