The Devil Who Claimed Me

Chapter 94: If she stays here, she’ll only suffer.

Mila could feel the urgency, the way his control was slipping. The warmth of his touch, the strength of his hold, the intensity of his desire—it all seeped into her, weakening her resolve.

Her resistance faltered.

She was still sore from last night’s intimacy. Yet this time, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. Her fingers, which had been pushing him away moments ago, slipped into his hair.

And just like that, she kissed him back, pulling him closer.

He groaned in satisfaction and pushed her short nightdress over her head. His strong hands started to stroke her breasts gently.

Mila could feel her nipples tightening. A shiver ran through her as her body reacted instinctively to his touch. She arched toward him unconsciously, surrendering herself to the moment.

Dominic watched her closely, every reaction fueling him further. Slowly, he lowered his head and took one breast into his mouth, drawing soft, breathless sounds from her.

Though his need was evident, he held back from going further. Instead, he lingered.

He rubbed his erection over her abdomen while kissing her breasts madly, letting the tension build.

Mila’s thoughts blurred under the intensity. Every sensation he gave her spread through her body, leaving her restless and aching.

Her insides tingled. Her body ached for him, for the release. But he was not giving her what she wanted. He was touching her, kissing her everywhere, but not where she needed him most.

"Dominic," she whimpered. "Stop tormenting me. I can’t take this anymore."

Dominic looked into her eyes. "Tell me what you want, Mila."

As he spoke, he rubbed his erection over her clit.

Mila shuddered, her breath catching as she clutched onto him.

"I want you. Make me come."

"Is this your command?" he asked with a teasing glint in his eyes. He continued rubbing, making it harder for her.

"Yes," she groaned. "Please..."

"As you wish, my queen."

As soon as he finished speaking, he entered her.

Mila’s head rocked against the pillow. A sharp, overwhelming wave of sensation rushed through her, jolting all the nerve endings. Her cry escaped her mouth before she could stop it.

Her insides clenched and clenched around him. The pressure started to build at a maddening pace. She found herself soon on the edge. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

Seeing her body tensing, he knew she was close. He drove harder and harder.

"Uh..." Her eyes rolled back to her head. The next moment, the pressure crashed, spreading a wave of sensations.

Mila trembled beneath him.

He slowed his pace a bit but didn’t stop moving. Before she could even recover from the first orgasm, he pushed her knees high and drove harder.

Mila’s grip tightened, her body arching as another wave crashed through her, stronger than before.

Dominic’s restraint shattered along with hers, his movements turning more urgent, more relentless, until he reached his own breaking point.

"Mila." Her name escaped his lips. He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily.

Mila wrapped her arms around him instinctively, her body still trembling from everything she had just felt.

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Remy arrived at the mansion to check on Serene.

"You called me again," he said as he stepped inside. "What happened this time?"

"Nothing," Serene replied lightly. "Sit down first."

She gestured toward the sofa.

Remy watched her with doubts in his mind. ’What is she up to?’ he wondered inwardly.

After a moment of hesitation, he sat down.

"I heard you took Mila out for dinner last night," Serene said casually, pouring tea into a cup. "But Dominic showed up and took her away."

She placed the cup in front of him, carefully watching his reaction.

Remy sat sullenly.

"He was furious," Serene continued. "Everyone was scared. No one dared to make a sound."

Remy shifted slightly, his unease evident in the tension of his posture. He wanted to ask about Mila, to know if she was hurt. But the words wouldn’t come easily.

Serene’s gaze flickered to his clenched fists. Satisfaction glinted in her eyes, though she masked it with concern.

"Poor, Mila... I don’t know what happened to her. She has not come out of her room yet."

Remy’s head snapped toward her.

"You sound concerned," he said coldly. "Weren’t you the one who tried to kill her? You should be happy."

Serene placed a hand over her chest, feigning shock. "What are you saying? I never wanted to kill her."

She let out a soft, helpless sigh.

"Yes, I’m jealous of her. I resent her for taking Dominic away from me. I wanted to drive her out of his life. That’s why I tried to send her away. But she provoked me and dared to challenge me. I lost my temper. That’s all."

She shook her head lightly. "I never intended things to go that far."

Remy studied her closely. He could see her pretension. He knew her worry for Mila was fake, that every word she said was deliberate. But he remained silent, letting her continue.

"I don’t like her," she added. "That’s true. But I do feel bad for her. She simply helped Dominic at his lowest time. She saved him. We all owe her that. She doesn’t deserve this."

She paused for a moment. "But you know how Dominic is. He has grown obsessed with her. This is not love. He is treating her as his possession, but she is not."

She breathed out dramatically as if helpless. "She deserves someone who will care for her, not control her," Serene continued with false sincerity. "If she stays here, she’ll only suffer."

Remy’s mind raced, his restlessness growing. He didn’t believe her, but he couldn’t deny the truth of her words.

He had noticed how furious Dominic was last night. The thought that Mila had suffered snapped something inside him. His determination to take her out of here hardened.

The tension of his muscles didn’t go unnoticed by Serene. She could see he was growing anxious. If she pushed a little harder, she knew he would give in.

"Dominic will only make her life miserable," she continued with fake concern. "I don’t want her to live like this. I want to give her freedom. And you can do it."

Remy narrowed his eyes, trying to see through her mind.

"Take her away," she said, her tone persuasive. "If you really care about her, take her far away from here. I can help you."

Remy wouldn’t give in to her persuasion easily. "She belongs to Dominic," he said firmly. "What happens between them is none of our business. Interfering will only make things worse. Stop telling me all this. It’s not going to work."

He stood up. "Since you have no health issues, I’ll leave."

He turned to leave.

"Don’t tell me it doesn’t bother you." Serene’s voice came from behind, stopping him mid-step.

Her tone sharpened slightly.

"Can you really stand there and watch her suffer?"