Into The Devil’s Heart

Audrey watches him calm down from his climax in awe. She didn’t know there would come a day when she would watch a man reacting to her this way.

Cannon stared at her, his eyes were no longer black. They were piercing gold, he looked like a sex god ready to have his way with anyone who accepted his invitation.

That was his hottest release ever, and it all happened with her, the weakling of an angel. Maybe she isn’t a weakling, maybe she’s just calm, fragile, and innocent on the outside but deep down she is dangerous enough to kill a man.

“That was mind-blowing” he exclaims, running his hands through his hair.

Audrey blinks at him, then stares down at her hands soaked in his cums. She didn’t know what to do next.

She saw the little big monster, he was now calm and composed, lying quietly. As if being warned, she pushes herself away a little, there is no way on earth she will want to get herself into another work. It is better to let the sleeping dog lie.

“You want some? I can make you feel it ten times more” Cannon offers, and lick his lips.

Unconsciously, Audrey kicks her lips, “Thanks but no! ” She politely declines and pushes herself down from the bed.

Without wasting time, she rushes into the bath and closes the door behind her. Her heart beats in her chest nonstop, only God knows how scared she was that he might demand something more and she won’t be able to give him.

She walks to the sink and wash her hands. By the time she stepped out of the bath, He was long gone.

It wasn’t a problem, she was happy he left. She leads herself downstairs and helps her stomach with food. The way she ate the food was like she didn’t eat the previous day, well to be frank she didn’t.

Cannon scared the life out of her and she couldn’t wait to leave his presence as soon as she could. She leans back on her seat in satisfaction, she can swear there is no way for anything to leave or enter her stomach at the moment.

“Here Ms, Master asked me to present this to you as soon as you are done eating” She turned in the direction of the voice and was met by the black hair guy.

Well, she knows who he is but doesn’t know his name. Her eyes fall on the plate in his hands, she wonders what could be inside.

Curious, she opened the closed plate and was greeted by a piece of paper. It was strange how Cannon would offer her just a piece of paper, but she didn’t mind. It’s not like she’s wanted anything from him.

“Thank you!” She thanked. She was about to open the piece of paper when she remembered something and immediately turned to the guy

“Excuse me, please” she spoke out, getting his attention, he halted in his steps and turned to her.

“Is there something you would like me to do for you?” Came his polite question. Even though Audrey knew Cannon was non-human, she wondered if everyone in the house was ’cause they all looked god-damn handsome.

” Not really, just… I will appreciate you telling me your name and stop calling me Ms” Audrey said in all honesty. She hated being referred to as Ms and all the respect she received from them.

She believes they are equal, they all serve Cannon just here is a little bit different because she serves him in his fucking room while them, they do why basic house chores and run errands for him.

Little did she know that they were widely different from each other. Ever since she came into the mansion, she has never played her role as she ought to, and Cannon doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.

If it was another, their head would be on the line while their heart would be ripped from their chest and devoured with pleasure.

“Bertrand, and sorry, it’s not in my place or your place to ask me to stop calling you Ms.” He said politely and excused himself not waiting for her to ask any further questions.

“Nice meeting you, Bertrand… I am…” Her voice slowed down when she realized he wasn’t interested in knowing hers.

She twists her mouth and adjusts herself to her seat. It didn’t mean anything but she felt hurt, he blandly declined her friendship proposal and she didn’t understand why.

All she wants is to make friends and to have someone to talk to now that she is bored with nothing to do but it seems like her burdens are hers to carry, suffer and die with.

Maybe she should learn to live for herself and not try to force people into her life. Maybe she should start doing something to keep herself busy while waiting for the time life will tell her she’s lived enough.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Till that day, she will forever be in the company of people yet unable to fit in, and even when she tries and fit in, she still won’t be accepted ’cause she looks so petty and weak and not worth spending time with.

Feeling dejected, she opens the piece of paper and reads out the words on it.

“Go now to your room, something awaits you on the bed!” She read it out loud with a frown, trying to think what was there.

If she can remember clearly, she was the last person to leave the room and she is sure there was nothing on the bed.

She was curious to know what awaited her, and without realizing she was smiling, she helped herself up and walked up the stairs. She felt so heavy because of the food, but that satisfied look on her face was enough to get her heavy legs excited.

As soon as she enters the room, her gaze falls on the bed, and to her greatest surprise, it is empty. Thinking she might have read it wrong, she opened the paper and read through it again. It was saying the same thing.

She frowns slowly moving forward, her gaze is focused. She stood by the bedside, eyes glancing every here and there, and she caught sight of a piece of paper.

She reaches out to it with a frown, and through. It says

“Get into the bath and immerse yourself into the hot bath I’ve personally made for you, make sure to spray the roses into it ”

Her lips widen into a smile, She doesn’t know what he’s trying to do but she is sure he’s up to something.

Could it be he is trying to please her so she will fall in love with him and that way will open up to him? No one knows his true intentions.

Audrey wasn’t ready to fall, not now, not ever. Even if she will, it shouldn’t be for him. Trusting herself, she walks into the bath all confident and sure.