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."

his cigar, glanced at her. "You're honest. Speak. What

woman forced herself to remain composed. From the moment she approached him, Mr. Raymond had known

their bodies, and in return, he found his enjoyment with them. It was a mutually beneficial

she was different from those who

you to help me take revenge. If I can achieve that, my worthless life will be yours. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it." This time, Ivy

after the act. But

night with him would compel him to deal

wanted. That was

worth risking your life for? Speak," Mr. Raymond said with a

mentioned Aurora before, saying she was the person she hated most in the world. He'd overheard rumors

Genevieve and Ivy were in the wrong, or if Aurora had been too ruthless. Other people's affairs were none of

to destroy Aurora. I want her to live a life

Mr. Raymond rested his chin on his hand, unfazed. The

is eagerly waiting for you! When he didn't immediately respond, Ivy grew anxious. "Master, I beg you, please help me."

nothing, but when he finally opened them,

his eyes stunned Ivy.

Master." Regardless of his reasons, Ivy felt

pulling a

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

back at the imposing figure

his wealth, while others were drawn to his magnetic presence. Even

reminding herself not to fall for him. He was more dangerous than anyone she'd ever met, a man

mansion 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. Her job was to tend to

was in a foul mood, the women often left the room

him up?" Ivy laughed bitterly.