All Chapters of Captured by Satan: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

"Can you remember your first day here?" Sam asked, his hand resting on my knee, a glass of red wine in his other hand. "How could I forget?" I replied, my eyes on the brutal fight unfolding before us. Two demons, both bleeding and snarling, seemed determined to kill each other. The match was close, and the crowd around them screamed and applauded in wild excitement. It was deep into the night, but the moonlight, along with the little lights scattered throughout the garden and around the willow tree, provided enough illumination to see everything. My head buzzed with a mix of alcohol and happiness. "Remember our bet?" Sam asked, giving me a sideways glance. Of course I remembered. If I won, he’d never drink my blood again. If he won, he’d drink my blood that very night—something that ended up happening after I almost lost my life during the hunt. "You mean the one where you cheated?" I asked, tearing my eyes away from the bloody spectacle to meet his gaze."A win is a win," he repl

"I guess we have no one to blame but ourselves," Sam murmured in my ear, his eyes fixed on his brother. Lucifer was still jumping up and down, his excitement almost infectious. I raised an eyebrow. "How often does he win a bet? He looks way too happy about this.""I've never let him join before. He's... quite theatrical," Sam replied."That'll be fun when we travel to another realm," I said with a soft sigh."But first, something else," Sam whispered in my ear.I glanced over my shoulder, looking up at him. His eyes sparkled with mischief."I'm rather thirsty. Fetch me a drink," Sam ordered, the excitement clear in his voice.I huffed loudly. "It's our wedding day," I objected. "I don’t want to—""Ssh," Sam said, placing a finger against my lips. "No arguments, no fights. My slave for twenty-four hours, remember? No date or time was set.""I'm in my wedding dress," I tried again."And soon you won’t be," Sam responded, his face inches from mine. "A drink, pretty girl, now.""You truly

Bodies pressed close as Sam pulled me against him, my mind still spinning from his behavior. "What are you doing with me?" I whispered, fitting my body against his. "Making the most of this opportunity." Sam replied, twirling me elegantly. "The opportunity to do what?" I asked. Sam yanked me back, his lips brushing my ear. "To make you as crazy as you make me." I turned my face toward him, feeling his lips graze my cheek, feather-light. "The thought of touching you whenever I want, ordering you to touch yourself, getting you undressed, and having you touch me—it’s almost too good to be true." Sam explained. "But you can do that anyway." I pointed out, sliding my hand up his torso. His skin jumped at my touch, a shiver running through him, betraying how much I affected him. "Not really. I've never had full control over you." Sam responded. I almost argued, but his words struck a chord, and I pulled him closer. "Now, dance for me." Sam ordered, desire lacing his voice. I smirke

My feet hit solid ground after the nauseating ride, but for the first time, I didn't stumble. Sam held me close, but quickly released his brother. We found ourselves in a vast field atop a hill. It was night, and a large, round moon hung in the sky. The grass beneath us was slightly damp, and the cool night air brushed against my skin. But it was the castle that caught my attention first. It bore a striking resemblance to Sam’s—well, mine too, I suppose. A black Gothic structure, with towering pillars even higher than those at the castle of Wrath. A permanent swirl of dark clouds loomed overhead, occasionally lit by flashes of lightning. The castle stood below us, making it easy to overlook the expansive kingdom that lay before it. “Wow.” Lucifer breathed, echoing my thoughts. “My friend.“ I flinched at the voice behind us, spinning around and instinctively grabbing Sam's arm. Lucifer did the same. But Sam remained relaxed, shrugging off Lucifer’s grip as he stepped forward. Th

"Pfff. Your friend didn’t stay away from me, you mean,” Lucifer smirked smugly. “You’re married!” I snapped back, my anger rising. We continued walking, our argument low but unmistakable. Rhazien kept his stride ahead of us, but he was clearly listening. I didn’t care. Sam sighed but chose to let us be, placing a cold hand on my lower back, offering silent support. “So?” Lucifer asked, genuinely puzzled. “So? So?” I shot back, my frustration bubbling over. “So, you're supposed to be with your wife at night!" He stared at me, still confused. I whipped my head at Sam. “No. I'd never do that, you know this. I would never cheat on you.“ Sam instantly said, holding up his hand in surrender. "That's because you actually love your wife," Lucifer commented, his eyes dark and telling. “I hate mine. I hate being near her, I hate my kingdom. I hate everything about my life.” Sam’s hand tensed against my back as Lucifer continued, his words filled with bitterness. “I hate everything abo