Marry The Devil
Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Chapter 37

~Francis’s POV

I had my head tilted backwards as the devil in me tried to tear it’s way through my skin.

"And what are you waiting for? Bring me Arabella," I ordered.

Excitement flooded Sir. Oliver’s face as he left my room to fetch her.

No, I wasn’t mistaken, and yes, I knew what I wanted.

After leaving Silver village, I knew that things just couldn’t work out between Mala and I.

Mala and I were like Fire and water, heat and cold, predator and prey...only one of us would survive.

I felt weak. I felt vulnerable around her and it wasn’t meant to be so. I carried the powers of the devil, so I was the devil.

I felt like a fool, making my human emotions sip through the cracks of my skin. I was willing to fight all the love that I had for Mala.

It wasn’t easy.

My heart still ached, remembering that I would kill her. But it was just what I had to do. And whether I liked it or not, in two days, I would have to kill Mala.

I was still thinking about how I would bring myself to kill Mala, when knocks landed on the door. I unlocked the door with my gaze and Sir. Oliver stepped into the room with Arabella behind him.

"Here she is, your highness," sir. Oliver said with a warm smile before leaving. I locked the door and the moment the lock clicked, Arabella fliched.

I moved closer to her and she kept stepping backwards until she hit the wall. She lowered her gaze and I could hear the sound of her heart racing.

My hands grabbed her jawline and I looked into her eyes.

I didn’t feel the pain Mala made me feel.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked, rubbing the bruise on her face with my thumb.

Shakily, she nodded.

"Are you scared of me?" I asked and all that she did was sob.

"Please be gentle with me," she begged.

"I can’t be gentle, Arabella. I’m a devil. That’s what I am. It’s what you wanted, right? I thought you desperately wanted me, so what has changed?" I asked. and Arabella wouldn’t stop crying.

"I....I want you, your highness....I just don’t want to end up dying beneath you," she answered and a smirk escaped my lips.

I wasn’t the Francis that I used to be with Mala. Something within me had changed. The devil now had the upper hand and I was willing and ready to lock up the human inside me forever.

"You won’t die. I’ll pull out the moment I see that you’re about to die," I whispered into her ear before going ahead to bite it.

Arabella gasped. "Sir. Oliver said I need to make you feel better. He said....he said all I need to do give you a hug," She shakily said.

I slammed the wall with my fists and the ground shook. "But I want more than just a hug, Arabella. Are you trying to deprive me of what I want? I am your king, Arabella," I reminded.

She slowly raised her head. "My feelings for you are true, your highness and I do not want you to be with another woman. But I am afraid that....."

"Afraid? If you want to replace Mala then you have to be like her! Mala never gets afraid of me. She does what she wants with me! Do the same!" I sneered.

Arabella immediately held my face and kissed me. I ripped her gown open, not because I was in any way attracted to her, but I just thought that the pleasure of having a woman would help me to shake off my feelings for Mala.

I threw Arabella on the bed and she was completely naked. Her body was small and white. She had bruises all over but I didn’t care. All that I needed was something to take my mind off Mala.

I went ahead and fondled when her breasts as I sucked them. The room was soon filled with Arabella’s screams.

I hated it.

I hated the way she shouted like I was punishing her. I was only trying to please myself, but all she did was scream and cry.

Even though it took a while, my claws were already gone. Frustrated, I slapped her. "keep your mouth shut! I am finding it hard to get myself erected and the least you can do is keep your mouth shut! If you want to make a noise, then learn to moan!" I ordered and she shook like a leaf and wept like a child.

"Yes....your highness," she cried.

I continued from where I had stopped, but I couldn’t proceed because what my body wanted wasn’t Arabella. It was Mala’s soft scent.

Her soft skin, her kisses ...her touch, her voice. I wanted it all.

"Get dressed and leave," I said to Arabella as I stood up.

"I’ll...I’ll try harder. It hurts but I’ll try harder not to cry this time. I’ll satisfy you. I’ll try to get in it erected," she desperately cried on her knees and I wore my Royal robe.

"Maybe next time. But not today. Treat those wounds and pick the fragrant oil by the dressing mirror. Try to smell like her," I concluded before walking out of the room.

My skin had gone back to normal, but my eyes were still pretty much red.

I walked into my study room and ran my hands through my hair. I had a pile of letters from the kingdom and council of elders. I was busy worrying about a woman and I had completely forgotten about the kingdom.

Just like Oliver had said, being with Mala had nothing good to offer. I was ready to deprive my body of it’s endless craving for her.

Knock! Knock!

"Leave," I ordered but instead the door was pushed open, revealing Olivia.

"Your highness, you might kill me afterwards, but please, give me the chance to speak," She cried.

"What is it?" I growled.

"Your highness, Mala needs you," she cried and then she looked up at me.

"And how does that have anything to do with you!" I sneered.

"I know that you love Mala and I am sure you’re aware that she loves you too, your highness. Please, do not lose her," Olivia cried.

I stretched my hand and watched her choke. "Let this be the last time you’ll ever talk to me about Mala!" I commanded then I let go.

She coughed and cried. "Think about it, your highness. Mala is the only woman who has loved you genuinely in years. Are you just going to let her die the same way your mother died because of you?"