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.

composed. From the moment she approached him, Mr. Raymond had known she had

in return, he found his enjoyment with them. It was a mutually

he'd encountered, but she was different from

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

well-known rule that Mr. Raymond would grant one request after the act. But not just any request-there were limits. Overstepping them could result in losing

with him would

the price of getting what she wanted.

Raymond said with

saying she was the person she hated most in

the wrong, or if Aurora had been too ruthless.

live a life worse than death," Ivy said, her voice trembling

on his hand, unfazed. The name matched his

for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! When he didn't immediately

when he finally opened them, a faint smile

his eyes stunned

of his reasons, Ivy felt

he said, pulling

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

battered body out of the room, Ivy glanced back at the imposing figure standing by the window. He looked like a king

his magnetic presence. Even those who initially feared or disliked him eventually found themselves

fall for him. He was more dangerous than anyone she'd ever

"Looks like Mr. Raymond was in a good mood tonight," remarked the doctor, a woman in her

a foul mood, the women often left

person who cheered him up?" Ivy laughed bitterly. She, too, sensed that Mr. Raymond had been in unusually high