ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ || ᴋᴛʜ

Chapter 23 || Reveled

Y/n woke up with a soft groan. There was only dim lighting in the room, but she knew it was way past morning because by the time she had finally gone to sleep, the sun was just about to rise.

Someone must have drawn the curtains closed as she could only see the thin ray of light from the window slits. She tried to turn so she could see the time on the nightstand, but the slightest movement of her body made her groan once again. She was sore from top to bottom.

And also deep within, a wicked voice inside whispered.

The memories of the night rushed through her mind, making her groan out loud for a different reason. All the deep murmurs and demanding commands of the devil resonated loudly in her head.

"Touch me." "Hold on to me tighter." "Stop fighting me. Let me in." "Don't hold back. There's no one to hear your screams."

She had listened to and followed all of his commands. She recalled how she had behaved like an animal in heat, grabbing and clawing at him, begging and screaming, seeking the thing that only he could give.

Oh God!

Ignoring the aches of her body, she sprang up from the bed and hurried towards the bathroom with a slight limp. She had to get rid of the touch and feel and even the smell of the previous night.

Stepping into the shower, she took a hot and then a cold- water shower, trying to wash away the night. Shivering slightly, she rubbed her body with a thick towel before wrapping a robe around her and stepping out of the bathroom.

The sight of the badly crumpled bedding and the bunched- up pillows strew around the room made her face burn. Ignoring it, she sat in front of the dresser and tried to comb her hair. Her hair was a tangled mess, and the roots were slightly tender. Her face burned yet again recalling how she had moaned and enjoyed whenever her hair was tugged hard while he drove into her, making her his.

No. No. I'm not his. I slept with him because I had to.

But you didn't have to enjoy it.

I didn't enjoy it!

You are right. It wasn't merely enjoyment. You reveled in his possession.

She hated the voice that called her bullshit and told her exactly what had happened the previous night.

A knock on the door interrupted her internal conflict. Grateful, she opened the door.

It was Yona.

"We were instructed not to disturb you," the older woman said with a cheerful tone. "But since it's nearly noon, I wanted to check if you would like your lunch served."

She was famished. "Yes, please. I'll come down for lunch. Is... Tae-hyung home?" she asked, praying he wasn't. She was not in a position to face him right then. She didn't know if she could face him ever.

"Oh. Tae-hyung went out early morning."

Y/n was relieved.

Yona smiled. "All right, I'll see you downstairs." Before the older woman left, her eyes swept the room and smiled knowingly. "I'll send someone to straighten the room," she added.

Trying not to blush or grit her teeth, Y/n nodded. She hoped the entire household wouldn't think that the devil and his bride had a wild night of passion.

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