All Chapters of Slave To The Demon King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Arabella scrubbed beneath the pans and pots as she stared absentmindedly out of the window. She thought about the previous, how her master had made love to her ever so eagerly. Flashes... stimulating and erotic ones flashed through her mind. She heaved a sigh time and time again as she thought of him and the dream she had seen.She did not want to think about it, the heavens knew she did not. But her mind would not let her rest, it had other plans for her. She continued to ask herself if all she had seen was all because of the fear of her uncle's revelation, or just like seeing her uncle, the dream was a warning. She turned off the faucet and wiped her hands on her apron as she picked up the plates and resumed arranging them into their racks and stacks. She had to make lunch after she was done, Mrs George had not resumed yet. Arabella's eyes narrowed on the plate rack as she took note of the fact that the woman was starting to resume work rather late these days. She was going to ma

Klaus looked over the lady seated in front of his desk again. She was seated on the top of his desk, arms crossed underneath her chest and her lips thinned into a thin smirk, her kicked her bottom lip sensually as her eyes moved over his tall frame. Klaus’s jaw hardened and she stood with her feet on the ground. She started to walk towards him and Klaus could not help the whirlpool of annoyance that started to turn in his stomach. His eyes narrowed on her as he stood straight and leered at her. Klaus had always known Delilah was a crazy woman. He had just never thought that she would express her madness in his mansion, especially after the way they had ended. It did not matter that Delilah was one of his kind, it did not matter that she was still madly in love with him, even though she knew everything he was capable of, nothing mattered in that moment, apart from the sole fact that she had yelled at Arabella and called her names. “You look good,” She started to speak as she stoo

They ate the rest of their meal in silence as Arabella did not think it was necessary to speak, especially as her master was eerily quiet as well. She stayed quiet and kept her eyes down as she munched on her juicy pasta and sauce. All the while, she continued to think of all the possible things he could have said and done to the man who has served them. She knew that her master could take things overboard sometimes, especially when it had to do with her. What she did not know was why. Why did he seem to lose his head whenever she was smiling at another man? Why did unbearable jealousy ooze from him whenever another man showered her with attention and she sunk in it? All these were questions she knew only he could answer. She could only speculate and come to conclusions, but Arabella was not sure she wanted to do any of that, especially as her master happened to be one of the most complicated people she had ever met. The most daring, and the most breathtaking. He was the first to

A few hours later, Klaus Lavon stepped into his mansion with one foot first. His eyes glanced around the living room for any sign of an intruder in his home. The recent events were a sign that he needed to be very careful, even in his own space. When he was sure that there was no one at around - seeing as the door was left open and the only one in the house was Arabella. His only trusted guards had accompanied him to take care off Arabella's uncle - he took another step into the house and slid his hands into his pockets. There was no need to walk about. He knew that Arabella would be waiting for him in his room, just as he had ordered her too. Everything about her - including her obedience - was always a turn on for him. A small smile crept on his face as he heartily climbed up the stairs, eager to see her sprawled on his bed with her doe and gentle eyes closed. She was always so sexy when she laid down to sleep. He got to the front door of his room and pushed it open gently. He wa

While in his room, she continued to pace about. The sound of the small heels of her shoe against his marble tiles were beginning to irritate her, so she threw them off her feet and allowed the sole of her feet kiss the cold tiles. She could not stay put, not with the way he had looked at her. There was something going on downstairs, and the fact that he had asked her to come up and hide proved it. But what? What was happening? He had sent her up here, it could only mean that she was not supposed to witness whatever was going on. But her heart was racing at a million miles per hour while pounding against her chest with force, her whole body was shaking so badly, she could barely find time to breathe. Hell! She would be dead if she didn't see for herself and satisfy her curiosity. It did not help that she was aware, for a fact, that her master would only lie to her or keep vital parts of the reason he had asked her to hide away from her. She had to see everything for herself. To