Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: My Liberation Rewards

Slowly by slowly, we collapsed onto her king-sized bed, both of us breathing hard.

Isabella was pressed against my chest, her whole body still trembling like aftershocks from an earthquake. Her face was buried in my neck, and I could feel warm tears against my skin.

Not sad tears.

Relief tears.

The kind that come when something breaks open inside you that’s been locked away for years.

Like she’d finally exhaled after a lifetime of holding it in.

"Fuck," she whispered, voice completely wrecked. "I can’t... Peter, what did you do to me?"

I wrapped my arms around her tighter, feeling her heartbeat gradually slow against my ribs. Her skin was still burning hot from my touch, and every few seconds another shudder would run through her body as the supernatural sensations continued echoing through her nervous system.

"I just showed you what you deserve," I said quietly, pressing my lips to her hair. "What you should’ve been getting all along."

She pulled back to look at me, her dark eyes wide and glassy. "No, that’s not... Peter, your fingers... the way you touched me... and how did you...?" She trailed off, her face flushing as the memory flickered behind her lashes.

"You changed. I felt you change inside me. That’s not possible. What you did with your hands, your..." She shook her head like she was trying to make sense of something that defied logic.

I didn’t say a word.

I just looked at her—really looked—like she was mine and always had been.

Her lips parted again, but it was just a shaky breath that left her.

"I still feel you," she said, and her voice cracked on the last word. "Inside me. Like you’re still there, pulsing."

My hand slid down to her thigh, slow and calming, not to start anything—just to remind her she wasn’t imagining it.

"I am," I murmured. "Not just in your body. I’m in your nerves. Your breath. Your goddamn heartbeat."

She whimpered—low and desperate—burying her face into my chest again. "Is this you? Is this what being with you means?" she asked, muffled.

"This is me," I said. "Unfiltered. When I claim something... I don’t do halfway."

She pulled back again, tears still clinging to her lashes, and whispered like she was confessing a sin: "Then don’t ever let me go."

I smiled at her, but it wasn’t soft.

It was possessive.

Dangerous.

Certain.

"I wasn’t planning to."

I didn’t say anything right away. I kissed her forehead instead, pulling her tighter under the covers. Letting her feel the steady beat of my heart against her chest, and mine syncing with hers like they were trying to remember the rhythm of something ancient.

I met her gaze. Held it. "It’s me. But... not the version of me most people get. It’s the part I keep hidden. The part that only comes out when I’m with someone who actually sees me."

Because this—this—was the after.

She felt kept.

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