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2023-03-22 15:31:27LUCIFER'S POV
"Haven't your uncles taught you that it's rude to ignore a person when they speak to you?" I state.
Irena looked at me with pure disgust. Not a single trace of fear was in sight.Why isn't she talking?Is she fucking deaf?Does her brain even function normally?My hand around her neck tightened, waiting for her to scream. Pleading me to not suffocate her to death.I wanted to hear her voice."Answer me." I snapped, my hand tightening more around her sweet small neck, her eyes sparkling with the wetness of her tears, slowly caressing down her soft chocolate skin. Her breathing is shallow as she gasps for air, trying to budge free from my grasp.I watched her carefully while I take away her ability to breathe. I could see the terror in her eyes, her plump lips parted in desperate need of air. Her eyes were wide as she stared into me.Pleading for a puff of breath.Her hands found their way onto my face as she tried to push me away with all her strength which did no justice. Just as I was about to lose hope in her she catches me by surprise when her nails claw into my flesh raking across my skin and leaving an open wounded trail.My face burned with pain as my grip loosened around her neck and she pushed me away. Coughing violently while her shoulders fell in relief from the taste of air filling her lungs. Softly tapping the wound on my face, my gaze shifts down to my hand analyzing the red liquid stained on my fingers.My jaw tightened. A sickening desire for heat coursed through my veins.My mind was invaded with dark wild thoughts.I wanted to rip her off with all the innocence she could provide. Ruin her, destroy her, turn her into my little sinner.The thought sent blood rushing straight to my lower abdomen. I felt my cock pulsing with need to be tamed inside my pants.Her hurting me.Her innocence radiated from her.Her breathtaking features.Ignited my body with a burning rage of fire.I reached into my pocket and pulled out a handkerchief as I wiped away the blood.Irena's chest heaves up and down as she stares at me with her haunted gaze. Her doe amber eyes gawking at me. Like I'm some type of monster. Some type of evil...I tilt my head to the side as I watch her observe me. Her gaze lowered and stopped when she noticed the bulge pressing into my pants.She quickly looks away, her cheeks turned scarlet.I tucked the handkerchief back into my pocket and then proceeded my way to the door. I shot her one quick glance.My eyes analyze every inch of her natural curves. My hands twitched on my side, I had the itching urge to touch every inch of her body but I managed to restrain myself.Without another word, I left the girl alone in one of her uncle's studies.As soon as I shut the door behind me Greg came rushing over to me, his expression closed up but his eyes were full of worry."The girl does not speak. Why doesn't she speak?" I said demanding an answer.Greg's eyes raked my face as he took in the cut that stretched across my flesh. "She did that?" he inquired worriedly.I stared at him, not saying a single word.Why would he ask such a dumb obvious question?His disobedient niece did this to me. I swear Greg is a fucking idiot sometimes. I still can't believe that this fuckface is related to Jan."Why doesn't the girl talk? Is she a taciturn person?"I need answers. I wanted answers.I can't be married to a woman who can not speak for herself. It's being married to a child in an adult body."She's rarely like this, trust me, Lucifer. Irena is a very talkative woman. You probably frighten the girl." He remarks as folds his arms.I silently stared at the bastard, observing him closely.The atmosphere shifted in the air. Dark tension sparked between us. I was so close to bashing his thick head until one of my trustworthy men, Prince approached us."Sir," he said, staring back and forth between Greg and me. "What is it?""They are ready to speak about Irena Nowak," Prince informed me. I gave him a dismissive nod and he glanced at Greg one last time before walking away. I took a step closer to Greg."The only reason I'm doing this is because of your dead brother. If it wasn't for him I would have killed you by now. You are an unorganized two-faced coward. You are nothing Greg, just because I haven't touched you doesn't mean you have my respect and trust. Understood." I proclaimed. Greg glared at him as if he was trying to fight for dominance which failed."Understood..." I trailed off slowly. "Yes sir."I took a step back and adjusted my tie before I walked away without saying another word. When I entered the office I found all the men seated ready for discussion, not a minute later Greg walked in. I take a seat beside Prince and Zoltan, my most trusted men."Let's discuss the matters about Miss. Nowak." Anatol announces.Related chapters
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A vicious spark ignites my blood.Her Amazonian figure sat well on her pear-shaped body. Her skin is the hues of the rich oak in spring rains. Her thick median arched brows eased down gently to her languid eyelashes of velvet-black followed by her adorable bulb nose resting on her face. Her full two toned lips positively drooled with goodness. Her hair is a glorious tumble of light upon the night sea. Black strands glowing like a sweet poet's ink and quill and her virility-brown eyes set my heart a thump.Irena has been meticulously crafted with excellence, displaying an immaculate facade. She exhibits no discernible imperfections.As I stand against the doorway, I observe in silence as she delicately unlatches her bra, pulling the straps from her shoulders before casting it onto the bed. My gaze lingers with admiration upon her ample bosom. The persistent desire to caress and suckle them proves to be a tantalizing sensation. Irena dons her nightgown and proceeds towards the window, o
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I've been avoiding him for the past 3 days.Call me crazy, but I can't be around a man who makes me feel some type of way. I don't like the way he makes me feel, I don't like how he finds joy in my suffering.The way my heart speeds up, thumping like thunder against my chest, the way the hairs on the back of my neck rise, the way goosebumps travel all over my body, how I forget to breath, to speak, to move.I don't like it at all. So the best way to avoid the feeling is to keep distance from Saint.I felt like all eyes were on me as Saint and I sat quietly at our breakfast table. It's a special occasion where couples that are on their honeymoon have an all eat breakfast buffet.All I took was an apple, pomegranate seeds and pineapple slices. I was not in the mood for anything heavy. Saint just took two croissants with strawberries and yogurt with a cup of black coffee. Just like his soul.This is the closest I've been to Saint. When it's time for bedtime. I sleep on the couch and he s
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I looked up to the soothing yet vibrant streaks of colour that had filled the canvas of the sky. Strokes of pink and orange resembled the soft, supple skin of a perfectly ripened peach. The setting sun's radiant face is mirrored by the shimmering clear blue waves of the sea.Music fills the air without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. Some react to the beat, others continue in chatter.The distinctive scent of grilled meat and chicken along with the fusion of tangy spices of lemon and chilli aroused my taste buds. It came from the kitchen inside the club restaurant, table and chairs lined up inside and a few outside, with rose petals scattered all over the wooden floorboards as a mini lava lamp is placed on each table for light and to also set the romantic mood.I took a sip of my martini, the gentle wind brushing against my skin as I stood at the edge of the wooden dock, the waters gleaming with soft light j
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He is staring at me with those lifeless eyes.Blood covering the floor, spilling out of his corpse, laying dead on the ground. I can still see the fear haunting his eyes. His screams ringing in my ear. The sound of the gushing body parts being cut out. Him gurgling down on his own blood as he takes his final breath.I killed him.Not with my own hands but his death is on me. His blood is on my hands because of my stupidity. I did this. Knowing the consequences I still turned the other cheek and allowed a man to follow me in his own death trap.Tears shimmered in my eyes, biting down on my lip as guilt washes into me like a strong tsunami crashing its powerful waves into the city destroying everything and anything in its path.I stuck my nose in the air, inhaling sharply whilst I fought back the tears threatening to pour out of my eyes. My mouth is set in a hard line as my throat tightens up like a knot. My heart beats in my ears.His death is on me.Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Mur
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Laughter filled the room.As I set the fruit-filled tray down on the table, the smell of tobacco fills my nose. "The corruption among the police force is a good thing," declares one of Viktor's friends, whose rotund frame sits heavily in a chair. He exhales a cloud of smoke, sending himself into a fit of coughing that causes me to wince. "I know what you mean," agrees the man beside me, whose hair has strands of white among the copper. His eyes drop towards my chest as I pick up the empty tray from the table. "Those bastards are so desperate they'd do anything for a bribe."As I prepare to leave, I try to ignore his lecherous stare. However, his question stops me in my tracks. "Where did you get her, Viktor?" He gestures towards me. Viktor's stare changes from intense to wicked as he responds, "She's from the Nowak family. They paid a good fortune for me to marry her." My stomach twists in disgust.Every year, Vicktor grows increasingly aggressive towards me. His unwelcome advances ha
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His eyes are entirely black and devoid of life.As I stare into their empty nothingness. It is as if the abyss itself is staring back at me.His features are sharp, topped with malice. A prickling sensation webs my nerves with fear yet conquered with interest eager to know what he might do.Saint runs his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip. After a beat of tense silence he grabs my face, his face inches away from mine, heat and disgust licks my core as his warm breath laced with whiskey and mint kisses the tip of my nose."You're going to regret saying those words little doe." He whispers as it sends unwanted chills travelling throughout my body.In a blink of an eye Saint spins me around, he forces both my hands behind my back, my brows furrowed in confusion to what he is about to do.My questions are soon answered when I feel a fabric wrapping around my wrist till it's tightly in place. Trapping my hands from its ability to move.I try to wiggle my hands free but it doesn't s
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The rush of blood sears my veins.My throat tightens under the suffocating weight of anxiety, and I summon every ounce of willpower to steady my breathing even as a fierce ache threatens to consume me whole. My heart pounds frantically, a relentless drumbeat of fear that makes me question if this agony is destined to haunt me forevermore. The cruel ministrations of Saint have pushed me to the brink of what I can bear, stretching the very limits of my endurance.I barge into the bathroom and slam the door with a heavy hand, scrambling to the toilet like there's no tomorrow. Kneeling before it, I grasp my locks tightly and emit a deep sigh before a wave of sorrow hits me, forcing me to violently vomit into the porcelain bowl. My tears flow freely as I purge my emotions along with the stomach acids.When the ordeal is over, I release the seat with a heavy clack and lean my forehead on my arm, bowing to the flood of memories that assault my mind without warning.Today is his birthdayAs I
