The Damned Demon - Chapter 665

Chapter 665 An Unwanted Longing

The dark hallway seemed to pulsate with Rebecca's anxiety as she stood before Asher's door, her heart pounding a desperate rhythm against her ribs.

Her knuckles grazed the cold stone, the sound barely audible, yet it echoed through her like a thunderclap. From within, Asher's voice beckoned, a casual commandl that caressed her skin despite the revulsion coiling within her, "Come in."

The door edged open, revealing Rebecca's silhouette, her breath hitching as she stepped inside, the click of the door shutting behind her resonating like a jail cell locking, "W-What did you tell Oberon? Why did he come to you?" Her voice was a tremulous whisper, eyes flashing with a mix of fear and loathing as they met Asher's calm gaze.

Asher lounged in his chair, his body a landscape of casual dominance. His lips curled into a smirk, and he chuckled, a sound that vibrated through her, stirring a unwanted heat, "Why so tense, my slave? Your son seemed quite worried about you. All I did was... reassure him." His eyes traced her figure, a slow, languid perusal that felt like a physical touch.

Her hands balled into fists, nails biting into her palms, "You...Did you tell him? He seemed like he knew something." Her voice quivered with barely suppressed anger, "Just what did you tell him..."

Asher's tongue clicked, a chiding sound that grated on her nerves. His finger lifted, beckoning her closerm "Shh...is that any way to speak to your Master?" His voice was a low growl, a silken leash tightening around her neck.

Rebecca's jaw clenched, but she lowered her gaze, her body moving towards him as if drawn by an invisible force. Her hands reached for the straps of her gown, a shimmering black affair that hugged her curves like a lover's embrace.

She tugged, the fabric sliding down, exposing her well-endowed breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze despite the hatred burning within her. Her voice took a sudden turn and was a sultry murmur, laced with venomous sweetness, "Squeeze my breasts as you wish, Master. In return...perhaps you could show this slave some favor?"

Asher's hands reached out, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples, drawing out a gasp from deep within her, "Hannn~"

She hated the way her body responded to him, the traitorous heat that pooled between her legs. Why was it getting worse each time? She could remember how, in the early days of being his slave, when he touched her body, she was able to resist him for minutes. But now she couldn't even resist for a second! It was as if his touch was instantaneously melting her willpower along with her body. It was so bad she couldn't even recognize herself once he touched her!

His touch was possessive, his eyes gleaming with lust and power, "Slaves don't make demands," he murmured, his hand leaving her breast, trailing down her side, then landing on her ass with a sharp, stinging smack.

"Ahn!~"

Rebecca flinched, her breath hitching and her plump ass reddened, but she didn't pull away. She couldn't. She was trapped, caught in this web of desire and loathing. Asher's hand lingered, squeezing her flesh, his voice a low rumble, "But since you are being so obedient... All your son told me is that he's planning to prove himself. I tried to tell he had no need to but he insisted," Saying so, Asher let his mouth latch onto her breast, coating it with his wet warmth.

Rebecca's body was a live wire, sparking with unwanted heat under his hot mouth. But in between all these sensations, she only got more anxious, wondering what her son was planning to do.

Just how was she going to prove himself and why? She should quickly talk to Oberon again and-

"Ahnnn!~"

Silvia, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and affection, continued to brush her hair with deliberate strokes, "T-That was long ago. Now, Silvia has grown wiser and realized she had made many mistakes in the past. It's all in the past now."

"I can see that. You've finally become the mature young woman I always hoped you would. I'm so proud of you, little sis. You don't need me any longer to protect you," Jael said with a proud smile, his eyes reflecting admiration.

Silvia's expression softened as she turned to face him, her eyes shining with warmth, "That might be true, but Silvia still needs you in her life... always. Silvia needs everyone," Silvia said with a bright smile as she opened her arms wide to convey her feelings.

"Of course you will," a deep yet elegant voice echoed from the doorway. A tall, strikingly handsome man entered, his presence commanding attention and radiating a mature authority. Vernon, the head of House Valentine, had arrived with a serene yet imposing aura.

"Father," Jael greeted with a nod, before adding, "I will go and check on something." With that, Jael left the room, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Silvia turned to her father with a bright, expectant smile, "Father, does Silvia look pretty?" She lifted the ends of her skirt and performed a small, demure bow, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"You always do, but these days you are looking even more beautiful," Vernon replied warmly, his eyes softening with genuine affection.

Silvia's giggle was a melody of joy as she ran forward and wrapped her arms around her father in a tight hug. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Tehehe, Silvia can't believe she is getting married tomorrow. Silvia will make sure to give you a very pretty grandchild."

Vernon chuckled, patting her head gently before taking her hands in his, "You must be very happy about marrying the king. Are you sure that you are doing this because you want to and not because anyone told you to?"

Silvia blinked, her brows knitting together in confusion, "Told Silvia? Hmmm... why would anyone do that? Silvia is doing this because she loves His Majesty."

Vernon nodded slowly, his gaze thoughtful, "Okay. Then everything is fine. Forget I asked anything. But why are you getting ready so early?"

Silvia's eyes lit up with excitement, "Silvia is going to visit her friend, Kayla, to invite her personally. See you later, Father," she said, her voice bubbling with eagerness as she merrily hopped out of the room.

The moment Silvia exited, Vernon's demeanor shifted. He observed Silvia's cheerful encounter with Naida in the hallway, the two women exchanging smiles and embraces. Vernon's features hardened, a flicker of serious concern crossing his face. He watched them for a moment longer, his mind racing, before he turned and walked away, his expression now etched with anxiety.

"Be careful on your way, Silvia," Naida said with a smile as she hugged her daughter.

Silvia nodded and then her expression slightly became contemplative before she asked, "Silvia wanted to ask before going there...Can you help Kayla recover her memories? She might trust you more than anyone else because you are Silvia's mother."

"She can always come to me if she think she's ready. But let's not force her if she isn't comfortable. Just be good to her. Okay?" Naida said with a soft smile.

"Mn," Silvia nodded slowly with a heavy smile before slowly turning around. Her smile faded as she walked away, and Naida looked at her retreating figure with a pensive gaze.