Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
He's saying all of the things I want to hear, but I can't let myself believe him just like that.
"I thought it was better for you that I stay away—-"
"You mean it's better for you," I choke out. "You said it yourself, remember? Someone like you shouldn't be with someone like me—-"
"I still think that—-" The Devil whitens when he sees me flinch. "You can't possibly..."
"Why are you here when you still think that?" I ask painfully. "If you think you're too good for me—-"
"God, Sheena." The Devil cups my face. "Are you fucking serious?"
"You were the one who said—-"
"You misunderstood," he says fiercely. "A devil like me shouldn't be with an angel like you. That's what I meant, and that's still how I fucking feel. Someone good and pure like you should never be with someone like me—-"
I can only shake my head. "Why would you think that?"
"Do you really have to ask?" the Devil asks hoarsely. "You know who I turn into in the cover of darkness. You know about the things I've done, the things I'm capable of doing—-"
"And what have you done exactly?" I ask jerkily. "You're the man who taught me p-pleasure. The man who gave me pretty things to wear a-and turned my room into a h-haven. You're the man who saved me...aren't you?"
I know I could've made this a lot harder for him, and he would've let me. I know I could've asked him to beg me on his knees, and he would have. I know I could've asked for the moon and stars, and he would've killed himself trying to reach them just to earn my forgiveness.
I know I deserve to make him pay, but after everything that's happened and seeing how Aaron could lose his life in a snap—-
"Can you please just tell me what I want to hear?"
The Devil sucks his breath in, and tears start falling down my cheeks.
"You're supposed to make me beg," he says rawly.
I shake my head at him. "That's still not what I want to hear."
"I don't deserve this—-"
"Just say them, please."
"Can I—-" His fingers visibly shake as he slowly traces my lips. "—-show you instead?"
The Devil slowly lowers his head, but just as his lips are about to touch mine, someone's started screeching right in front of us, and I could've cried as the Devil swiftly pulls away.
"Let go of me! Don't you know who I am?"
The Devil's lips curve when he sees my dismay. "We'll continue this later," he promises. "But for now..."
I snap back to reality as soon as I see Tara being held back by the Devil's bodyguards in front of us.
"Déjà vu," I whisper without thinking, and the words have Tara looking at me in hatred even as the Devil besides me laughs.
"I suppose you can call it that," he murmurs, "although we've just gotten started."
My eyes widen, and I look at him in horror. He can't possibly mean he'll still have Tara killed—-
The Devil bends his head back down so he can whisper into my ear. "You took too long to decide what her punishment will be, so I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands."
What does that even mean?
Is he or is he not going to kill her?
The Devil rises gracefully to his feet, and my feelings seesaw between worry and jealousy when I see him bend his head, and it's Tara's turn to hear the Devil whisper into her ear.
Don't be shallow, Sheena!
The Devil steps back from Tara just as another one of his bodyguards comes forward with a cup of iced coffee in his hand.
Déjà vu, I can't help thinking again.
And it does feel exactly like that...when Tara has everyone gasping as she abruptly takes the cup of iced coffee from the bodyguard...before splashing its contents on her own face.
Everyone in the arena gasps, myself included, and but I don't have the chance to feel bad with the Devil already taking my hand in his.
"It's time," he says softly.
My heart skips a beat, but just like it always is when I'm with this man, I'm not sure if I'm afraid or excited or both. "Time for what?"
"To give yourself to the Devil."
#18
It's a weird walk of shame to have everyone looking at us wherever we go, and I can see some of the other students we've walked past start smirking when they realize the Devil is taking me back to the dorm.
If I were with any other guy, I might have probably attempted to lie and say this is just a study date, but...
Let's be real.
Sex is the only thing any girl would be thinking about, once she's alone in a room with a man like Sasha Adrianov.
And I'm certainly no exception, with passion exploding between us the moment he closes the door, and our gazes collide as he turns to look at me.