Marry The Devil
Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Chapter 41

~Mala’s POV

I missed the feeling of those succulent lips on mine, the feeling of his strong grip around my waist, his scent running through my nose and his voice whispering into my ears.

Tears streamed down my face. This time, not because I was unhappy, but because something I had always prayed for had come to pass.

I almost left ...I almost fled but then I remembered it was the crescent night and I was willing to risk everything, even my life.

"Thank you, Mala."

Francis broke the kiss and pulled me into his embrace. "I’m never letting you go, Mala...not even in my grave," Francis cried.

The next thing I knew, we appeared in Francis’ room. I held his head up, and he still had his eyes shut. I slowly ran my hands along his jawline, sobbing.

"Look into my eyes, Francis," I requested.

"I have tried...I have tried, Mala. I tried countless times but it always hurts. I’m sorry, Mala but I can’t," Francis cried like a child. Every word that came out of his mouth was laced with the pain in his heart.

It warmed my heart Francis was no longer holding back. He comfortable cried in my hands but for how long were we going to continue like that? Avoiding each other’s gaze?

"Look into my eyes, Francis. Just this once," I begged.

Francis shook his head. "I can’t Mala."

Then I asked, "For how long do you want to keep being afraid of me?"

Maybe it was the fear.

Maybe it was the fright.

Maybe it was the fear that I would end up killing him was what created the repelling force between us.

"I am yours, now Francis. And I swear to you that I would never raise my hands to hurt you. Trust me.....you have nothing to be scared of Francis, please," I cried.

My heart raced as Francis slowly opened his eyes. But the moment his eyes met with mine, he immediately looked away again and groaned.

I fell to the ground and sobbed...would we really avoid each other’s gaze forever?

"Maybe it’s a sign Mala," Francis suddenly said.

I was silent.

"Maybe it’s a sign that we aren’t meant to be and that’s why I can’t look into your eyes," Francis added.

"It’s not true," I cried.

"It is, Mala. Too bad, I can," he said and he suddenly turned towards me. Francis looked directly into my eyes and a smirk flashed across his face.

His warm yet strong gaze did something to me that I couldn’t explain.

Francis picked me up, grabbed my waist and kissed me. His hands gently ran across my body. My hands were buried in his hair as he carried me up.

"It won’t hurt...I promise," Francis whispered into my ears before laying me on the bed.

He ripped my dress open and gazed at my body for a while.

My heart raced....I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what having sex with a man called the devil would feel like. I couldn’t tell if it would be filled with immense pleasure, or pure pain.

Francis smiled at me and kissed me again...this time the kiss intensified. He explored every corner of my mouth with his tongue and he slowly went down to my neck.

My hands gently took of his shirt. He took his clothes from my hands and tossed them.

"I’ll explore every part of your body, leaving you with nothing to be ashamed of," Francis whispered.

I felt a knot in my stomach and without a warning, he took my breasts into his mouth.

Our skins rubbbed against each other, our sweats collided and our breathes were heavy.

I felt his fingers dive into me, sending pleasure across my body. I felt the heat and I dripped, ready to accept every ounce of him.

Slowly, he dived into me, increasing his pace as time went bow.

The walls were filled with my moans and my voice calling out his name.

For the first time, I felt a man inside of me...and it wasn’t just any man, but a man I loved.

Together, we defiled the sheets and made the room unholy.

******

I slowly opened my eyes and the first thing I remembered was what had happened the night before. How shameless we were, how loud I moaned and how hard he thrusted inside of me.

I opened my eyes and I could swear I was a red as a tomatoe, only to find him staring directly at me. I immediately turned away and buried my face in the sheets.

Can he at least give me time to recover?

"You’re shy now?" He asked and he let out a chuckle.

I shook my head, denying it if even though it was so obvious.

"You were quite shameless last night when you asked me to go faster, though," he said and he kissed my forehead.

"Can you please not talk about it?" I begged, sounding almost inaudible.

"So now we’re both going to pretend like nothing happened?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Come," Francis said, holding my hand.

"Can I....at least get dressed?" I asked.

I didn’t know why but I felt embarrassed. Don’t blame me...it was my first time.

"What’s there to hide? I can sketch your body with my eyes closed," Francis shamelessly said and I couldn’t stop my hands from hitting his back.

He laughed. "it didn’t hurt."

I rolled my eyes and he made me stand in front of the mirror.... naked while he had his pants on.

Unfair!

"Everything you see in the mirror now belongs to me, Mala. Every single one of it," he whispered.

I looked at myself and I had red marks all over. I blushed..my cheeks turned red.

"Want more?" Francis asked and I immediately shook my head.

"More? Do you want me dead? Do you know how big it is? I almost died!" I screamed.

Instead of him understanding my pain and apologizing for what he had done, he chose to lean towards me....he whispered. "We should do more. The more the better Mala..if you keep running from it, you wouldn’t get use to it."

I looked into his eyes and sincerely, it felt good. The anger in me faded away and I was left fluttered by his warm gaze.

"I love you," he said then he leaned in to hug me.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone knocked.

Leave it to be people in Cresent village to ruin a moment.

"Ignore it," Francis said, sniffing my neck.

"What if it’s important?"

"It can wait. I’m with my woman."

"What...what if it’s Sir. Oliver?" I asked and my heart raced. I had completely forgotten that they thought I was dead.

He must have sensed the fear in my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. Whether he likes it or not, you’re here and you’re mine. If he is not comfortable with you being around, then he has to leave," Francis assured me.

I wrapped the duvet around myself while Francis went to get the door.

He glanced at me one more time before he turned the knob.

What a flirt.

A part of me was still scared. I knew how far Sir. Oliver would go just to get rid of me. Francis had all the strength one could ever think of, but I wasn’t sure that he would be able to stop that man.

The door creaked open but it wasn’t the old man. Instead, it was Agatha...Lord Chris’s wife.

My brows creased wondering why she looked like that. She held her child in her hands as she cried. She had cuts and bruises covering her whole body. Blood stains filled her blue dress...the wounds seemed fresh.

"And what are you doing here? Leave!" Francis sneered.

Agatha bowed. "Your highness...please. I had to fight my way through your guards to get to you. Please... Lord Chris...."

"If Chris beats you to death it has nothing to do with me. It’s better that you leave before I change my mind about your place in the palace!" Francis growled.

I didn’t know what exactly was going on, but I felt that something was off. Agatha wasn’t the time to complain unnecessarily. Even when Lord Chris beat her up, she never came to complain.

"Leave!" Francis sneered.

"I need you, your highness. I need your help. Lord Chris has done the unspeakable. If you do not help me....he will take my son away from me and kill him," she sobbed.

My heart broke.

I knew Lord Chris was a monster but I never thought he would go as far as killing his own son.

"And why would he do that?" I asked.

"He’s angry. He says I betrayed him....I....I stopped Sir. Oliver from giving him the spell book," Agatha cried.

"And why would Oliver want to give him the spell book in the first place?" Francis asked.

"I do not know, but it has something to do with Mala. They made a deal but sir. Oliver didn’t know what he wanted to use the spell book for. I had to tell sir. Oliver last night that he intended to kill you with it...and he found out...please help me. Save my son," Agatha cried.

"And where is Oliver?" Francis asked.

Agatha was silent.

"Where is he!" Francis growled.

"Lord Chris....he...he killed him. Sir. Oliver is dead."

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