The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240: The Devil’s Love [1]

I didn’t dare utter it, and I was tongue-tied, the shame of what happened down there making me weak to think or even speak.

His thumb stroked my chin before it lined my lips and forced them into my mouth.

"He will live."

I should find relief, but I don’t... the dangerous glint in his eyes told me he wasn’t gonna just let Reed live. But I can’t question him because I could discern that he was gonna walk down the stairs and shoot him in the eye.

The bloodlust rolling off him was proof enough.

Ares freed me, and the loss of his touch felt like a part of me was stolen.

"Sweet dreams, baby."

I was still as Ares left my room, closing the door behind him. A mix of emotions challenged my inside.

I didn’t know if I should scream, dig the ground and let it swallow me up for eternity, feel guilty for getting carried away while Reed was bleeding out on the floor, call Ares back and have him finish what he started, or tell him to go to hell.

I don’t know which is which, and all I could do was just sit there and gape at the door like I wasn’t breathing anymore. I don’t think I was.

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I groaned, feeling like I had been hit by a bus or something. The heaviness in my body was unusual, almost like something was holding me down from moving.

I’m asleep, aren’t I?

I had no other choice but to do that because when I tried to leave my room, I found the door locked.

That devil.

I need to get up and check on Esme. What time is it?

I tried to shift again, but I made no progress. I moaned when the back of my ass rubbed against a leg.

I didn’t drink last night, so why was I so tired?

"Keep moving around, baby, then this morning will start with my cock inside your pussy."

I flashed open eyes, turning my neck, and found Ares spooning me.

I pushed him off. "What are you doing in my room?!"

"I never left." He sat up, and I tried to focus on his eyes rather than dipping my gaze to that delicious chest of his.

Not only did he lock me in my own house, but he also had the nerve to sleep next to me?

And I didn’t have any nightmares, I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night panting in sweat. It was too far-stretched to assume Ares’s presence made me have a good night’s sleep.

This was the first peaceful night I have had in the last five years.

"Y-You have no right to be in my bed," I forced myself to speak.

"We’re lovers."

"L-Lovers?"

Where the heck is this coming from?

"Are you sure you know the meaning of that word?"

He tilted his head.

I released a breath. "Do you even love me?"

And this devilish devil decided to keep talking!

Do my ears deceive me? Ares King is uttering the word love like a normal phrase. Five years ago, he uttered it like it was poison, corrupted and forbidden.

What’s happening right now?

"Then I do have love for you." His hand moved to my chin, leaning so close I could smell the aftershave. "Even though I think of it as too little to describe what I feel for you."

I gave him my back, closing my eyes briefly as I rubbed my arms. I wasn’t sure I had a heart to give anymore. I have given my heart twice, fucking twice, and where have that got me?

He stood, and I got intimidated, preferring when he was just sitting there, but now it seemed like the tables had turned.

I backed away slowly when he didn’t stop covering up the space like it was unwanted. My back pressed against the cold wall, and I tensed as his eyes darkened until I couldn’t see any color.

I cleared my throat. "I’m a woman who has your child that’s—"

"Keep saying that, then I’ll gag you and chain you to this bed until I prove otherwise."

I tipped my chin. "We don’t share that dynamic anymore, the contract—"

"We established that dynamic way before that. Prove me wrong."

There was nothing to prove. I knew the contract never dictated how our attraction would play out, and now, adding love to the mix, this was gonna be a disaster.

"You’re toxic..." I voice.

"Then make me better."

"We’re toxic."

"We can be better." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

I’m in trouble, and I don’t mean the kind where I intentionally stick my hand into fire. It’s the kind where my body was doing that shit again... when it surrenders before anything else.

Our lips brushed against each other, staying there as if we were both trying to hold back.

I tensed, feeling his hand sliding up my thigh, the roughness of those strong hands felt like sin was working its way into my mind.

"You can’t deny it, baby..." he whispered, voice thick with certainty. "What we have is unbreakable."