Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy's face had long since become stiff from forced smiles when she suddenly heard Mr. Raymond's comment. A flicker of discomfort rose in her heart.

Who was he referring to?

"Master, how am I not like... someone?" she asked cautiously, fearing that a single misstep could anger this man. She hadn't forgotten the butler's warning-Mr. Raymond was notoriously temperamental.

"It's nothing. Continue," the man replied indifferently, too uninterested to elaborate.

Suppressing her unease, Ivy resumed her task. The night stretched ahead, and this was only the beginning. The temperature in the room climbed steadily. His labored breaths mingled with her cries of pain, creating a suffocating tension.

No matter how hard she tried to endure, the torment-so close to punishment-was impossible to bear. She clenched her teeth tightly, holding back the screams that threatened to escape.

In a daze, she instinctively leaned forward, wanting to kiss his lips. But the man turned his head away, evading her touch. His cold gaze swept over her, sending a chill down her spine.

She'd almost forgotten-his lips were forbidden territory. He could kiss others, but no one was allowed to touch his lips without his permission.

What a detached, unfeeling man...

Fortunately, his mood seemed decent tonight, and he didn't punish her for her transgression. Ivy bit down, held on, and endured with immense willpower, refusing to

faint.

Don't pass out. Don't pass out. Just endure it. If you can make it through, you'll earn the right to make another request! She repeated this mantra in her mind, driving herself forward.

Afterward, she knelt on the floor. "Master, I have a favor to ask of you."

puffing on his cigar, glanced at her. "You're honest. Speak. What do you

the moment

return, he found his enjoyment with them. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement that

she

that, my worthless life will be yours. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

rule that Mr. Raymond would grant one request after the act. But not just any request-there

one night with him would compel him to deal with someone like Aurora on

the price of getting what she wanted. That was why

Raymond said with a hint

before, saying she was the person she hated

the wrong, or if Aurora had been too

to live a life worse than death," Ivy said,

his chin on his hand, unfazed. The name matched his

chapter is eagerly waiting for you! When he didn't immediately respond,

when he finally opened them, a

fleeting amusement in his eyes stunned Ivy.

reasons, Ivy felt relieved.

pulling

someone arrived to escort Ivy out and change the linens. Mr. Raymond never allowed anyone to stay the night-it was one of

glanced back at the imposing

while others were drawn to his magnetic presence. Even those who initially feared or disliked him eventually

fall for him. He was more dangerous

had an in-house doctor. "Looks like Mr. Raymond was in a good mood tonight," remarked the doctor, a woman in her fifties who had worked there for years.

was in a foul mood, the women often left the room half-dead. Ivy's wounds, though numerous, weren't

him up?" Ivy laughed bitterly. She, too,