The Devil dosent do virgins
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Chapter Eight – The Devil Doesn't Do Virgins
Alora's POV
His eyes flickered.
Just for a second, I saw it-a break in his armor. Shock. Like I'd said something that didn't belong in his perfect, dark world. But he recovered so fast I almost wondered if I imagined it.
The next moment, his expression was carved from stone.
Without a word, Diago stepped back from the bed, his broad chest rising and falling steadily as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. I could still see the tension in his muscles, the control in the way he moved. Cold. Calculated. Controlled.
And then-he turned his back to me.
He didn't look at me once as he walked to the chair in the corner of the room, sat down with unnerving calm, and crossed one leg over the other like a man about to issue judgment.
His voice came out deep, emotionless.
"Get dressed. Now."
The words hit harder than any scream could've. I blinked rapidly, my throat tightening as I scrambled for my nightgown, fumbling to pull it over my bare skin. Moments ago, he was staring at me like I was the most desirable thing he'd ever seen... now I felt invisible. Rejected.
Once clothed, I stood silently, my heart pounding in my chest like a ticking bomb.
He still wouldn't look at me.
"I'll have Thomas take you home tomorrow," he said quietly. "The contract is cancelled."
The air left my lungs.
"What?" I whispered.
He said nothing.
"No," I said louder, stepping forward. "No, you can't cancel it. I haven't broken any rules. You don't have the right to just-"
"I do not do virgins, Goldie." His voice sliced through my plea, sharp and final.
"But... that wasn't in the contract!" I shot back, eyes stinging with tears. "You never said that. You didn't say anything about that."
He sighed, finally meeting my eyes. "Because I didn't know you were a virgin."
Tears rolled down my cheeks, warm and relentless. "Diago, please... I need this. I came here ready. I trusted you."
He stood slowly, his massive form towering over me, casting a long shadow across the room. I could see something in his eyes again-conflict, regret, maybe even something softer-but he buried it beneath that same mask he always wore.
"Goldie... I don't want to hurt you."
"Then don't!" I begged. "Am I crying because I'm afraid of pain? No! It's my body, Diago. My decision. You won't hurt me-I know it."
He looked at me like I'd just told him the sky wasn't blue. His jaw clenched. His hands flexed at his sides. "Kitten... the devil doesn't spare anyone. He burns everything he touches."
His voice was rough. Almost pained.
"I don't do virgins," he repeated, backing away like I was a curse he couldn't afford to touch. "You deserve better."
"But if you don't sleep with me, someone else will!" I cried. "Is that what you want?"
He paused. His body stiffened.
"Then the person should be worth it," he said darkly.
He moved to the door.
"Wait-" I stepped toward him, breath shaky, "Fine. You don't do virgins? Then I'll find someone else to take it. I'll come back to you after."
He stopped.
Dead still.
I could see the fury ripple through his shoulders like thunder. His back was still turned, but his silence spoke louder than anything he could've said. Seconds passed-agonizing seconds-and then...
"Don't make this harder than it already is."
His voice was low. Raw.
"Thomas will take you home tomorrow. Pack your things."
And with that... he left.
The door clicked shut behind him, and I sank to the ground.
My body trembled. My heart ached. I couldn't breathe.
How had everything turned so cold so fast? I was supposed to start something tonight. Something forbidden, yes-but wanted. Needed. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
I had been happy. Too happy. Too fast.
Now I was just... discarded.
A sob escaped my lips as I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in my arms. The tears came hard, fast, angry.
Why did it matter so much to him?
Why did it feel like I was being punished for something that was supposed to be mine?
But somewhere in the middle of the storm inside me... something shifted.
A different kind of fire rose in my chest.
I wasn't going to let this end here.
He might be used to people obeying him, submitting without question, bowing to his rules-but I wasn't everyone else. I had fought too hard to get this far.
And if Diago didn't do virgins?
Then maybe I wouldn't be one for long.
I wiped my tears and stood up slowly. My legs felt weak, but my mind was racing. I didn't care how crazy it sounded. I wouldn't lose this opportunity because of one rule. Not when I'd come this far.
I wouldn't let this man... this devil... push me away.
Not when I knew-deep down-he wanted me just as much.
I looked in the mirror. My eyes were red, swollen. But my expression was steel.
Let's see what the devil does when the kitten doesn't back down.
Tomorrow... I would make my next move.