All Chapters of Slave To The Demon King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Klaus continued to stare at the empty chair Arabella had just vacated. He watched it with sad eyes as her words continued to echo in his ears. He knew she was right, he had lied to her, but she surely could not have expected him to say the truth, could she? It would have been absurd to do so! He wondered why she would not at least try to see everything else from his perspective. She was hurting him, a whole lot. He rose from his seat and pushed his plates away. She had helped him carry everything else besides the ceramic plate he had used to eat. He abandoned the plate in the dinning room and started to walk towards his living room, when he heard a knock on his door. Klaus narrowed his eyes on the iron door as he stood in the corridor. He was not expecting any visitor that night, but Delilah had been able to find her way to his house without an invitation earlier that day. Perhaps Markus was here to see how he was doing. His best friend was never one to arrive without informing

Klaus turned on his right with his eyes still closed, filled with the pleasure of a good night sleep after intense love making. Yes, he had decided to begin to allow himself call his purely erotic sessions with Arabella by that name. After all, he was finally trying to admit to himself that she meant something more to him. It is was a gradual and slow process, but he was willing to give it a try.He sat up, leaning his back against his head board and heaved a sigh. He wiped the sleep off his face with his both hands – or so he thought – and allowed his eyes wander to the antique clock that rested above the door of his bathroom. One of his most priced possessions.He turned to his left to find her sleeping beside him. The duvet had failed to cover the upper part of her body, and her beautiful breasts were kept on display for his loving eyes. She sniffed in her sleep and her right nostril continued to twitch. When he saw the goosebumps on her skin, he knew it was because she was cold.K

Klaus Lavon never took the side of his right eye off Arabella, not for a second. While his second pair of orbs settled on the road ahead of them, he made sure he paid attention to her every expression, down to the twinkle of excitement in her eyes. He loved to see her like that; free, happy, and at ease. It was all he had ever wanted for her, it was all he would continue to want for her. It also pleased him that he was the reason for her smile. Klaus Lavon swore he would spill blood to keep the smile on her face, and it did not matter whose blood it was. After the usual forty-five minutes drive to his warehouse, Klaus stopped the car in the parking lot and opened the doors.Arabella’s eyes widened as she drank in the sight of the building that spread out to several acres of land. The warehouse was shaped like a Pentagon, with doors at every end.The doors were guarded by a minimum of two heavily armed guards, who looked just like the guards at home. The ground around the warehouse

Arabella’s eyes darted across the room. She gave every demon only the time of day she believed he deserved. Arabella had sworn to do her best to keep a brave front. She would not allow the demons believe they had the upper hand – even though, deep down, she knew that they did – her gaze was fixed straight on the eyes of the one in the middle, and his saw him spread his fingers out, his nails turned into claws.Arabella flinched at the sight, but made no effort to move. She decided to speak, knowing that they would continue to hover above her until she had given them a befitting reply to their statements. Arabella scoffed and eyed each one of them furiously. “You had better leave,” she started to speak. Her defiant tone scared her, she was starting to feel she sounded too…confident. “You know you can do absolutely nothing to hurt me. I am not scared of any one of you. And I know that this…” she allowed her fingers travel between the four of them, a deep frown etched into the skin

The drive back home was silent, except for the soft soul music that played from the car’s stereo, to which Klaus Lavon nodded to occasionally, while casually glancing at the rearview mirror to take note of Arabella’s countenance.She was yet to speak – at least, say something audible – and he was worried. Klaus Lavon feared that Markus was right. Perhaps the warehouse was too much for her. Whatever she had seen might continue to hunt her for days to come, and it would be his fault. He heaved a sigh and sank into his chair. Klaus had never been one to have a conscience, but it had to be the only thing that did not let him look at Arabella again. Her arms continued to remain wrapped around her body as she stared blankly outside the window. When they finally arrived at the mansion, Klaus parked his car in the garage and climbed down from his driver’s seat. He pulled her door open and reached for her hand. Her soft doe eyes rose up to meet his, and Klaus felt his heart jump in his ches