The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

“And as I spill my seed into you, I would drive a knife through your chest and watch you struggle to breathe as blood spurts out of your chest, drenching me with your blood. And as the bleeding subsides, I would watch you draw your last breath. That way, you would experience undiluted pleasure before you die.”

Her blood froze in her veins and she felt her body grew numb as terror coursed through her veins, leaving her mute with horror.

Was he really gonna kill me? I should never have asked him that question. What was I thinking? Was this how my life was gonna end. She paled out as she shook with agitation.

He subsequently erupted with laughter upon beholding the look of fright on her face. Her facial expression looked so hilarious.

“You need to see your face right now! You look so pale! I’m just kidding, babe. I can’t believe you fell for that!” He mocked and cracked into another episode of laughter.

“Fuck you! How dare you scare me like that? You dirty minded psycho. Meanie!” She screamed, frantically hitting his chest.

She was at the verge of having a panic attack. Her heart was pounding so fast that it was nearly liberated from the shackles of her rib cage.

Damn, she’s never been so aghast of anything in her life. The frost expression he flashed her minutes ago incited ripples of mortal terror within her. His acting skills were phenomenal, and it was impossible for her not to be frightened by him.

It felt so real. If she didn’t know any better, she would conclude that was the look he flashed his victims before he murdered them. He’s not an assassin! She reprimanded herself as she dissipated all negative notions from her mind.

He gripped both her hands and impeded her assault on his chest.

“Don’t blame be, it’s just you asked a crazy question and I replied you with a crazy answer.”

“You…” She blew a fuse.

“Oh, come on! In as much as you were frightened by my words, I know that it turned you on. That feeling of agitation and luscious desire, would leave any woman soaking wet. I’m pretty sure you’ve got a small puddle down there. Not to worry, I would be slurping it up tonight,” he whispered into her ears, a subtle smile tugging on his lips.

His declaration did have an effect on her. While her body was quivering with disquietude, her sexual craving augmented.

Indeed, she was a wet mess down there, and his words seemed to make the puddle worse. If he kept feeding her with his dirty words, she might end up dripping over the floor.

“That’s not true!” She frenziedly denied his allegations. Blood rushed up her cheeks, staining it with its red color. It was evident she was being untruthful.

“The red tint on your face says otherwise. Remember, you were always a lame liar. Nothing has changed.” He smirked.

“You’re so ugh… annoying!” she gritted.

He laughed. “Too bad, you’re stuck with me, forever.”

“Who said I was stuck with you?”

“Well, you are, wifey. You asked who I was, right? Actually, I’m Drake Harris. The man you fell in love with and would be marrying soon.”

A flush crept up her cheeks. “You’re so full of yourself, you narcissist!”

“What? You were the one who said you loved me a few moments ago. Your words, not mine.”

“I take it back cause I have fallen out of love with you. I shouldn’t be loving someone I barely know stuff about. If you want me to really become your wife, you should tell me things about yourself and not be all secretive all the time. Couples in a relationship should be open to one another!” She explained.

“Besides, who knows if you’re some sort of assassin I know nothing about? Or a ghost? I heard ghost also take the form of humans.”

He chortled . “Really? Seems like you watch a lot of fantasy and horror movies.”

She pouted. “Maybe.”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I see. Seems like you’re living a world of fantasy.”

“Enough about me, I wanna know about you. Don’t try to change the topic!” She gnawed on her lips as she awaited his response.

He ran his fingers through his hair, rumpling his hair further as he sighed. She blinked, feeling her heart cease beating for a moment.

He looks so hot and captivating when he tousles his hair. She found herself staring at him like he was the most intriguing thing to gaze at.

He really was a work of art. Every inch of his body perfectly carved, not a single flaw accounted for. His face glowed like the stars of the night, his eyes as blue as the ocean, his jaws chiseled to perfection, his smile as warm and soft as summer’s breeze and his kissable lips soft and as pink as rose.

She glanced at his sexy, toned arms that were threatening to spill from his suit. She wondered what lies underneath all that cloth. She had felt his chest muscles countless times, and she knew he definitely had killer abs, which she longed to see.

She desired to have him completely naked before her, so she could feel, kiss, lick, and worship every inch of his ravishing body just as he had done to hers.

She would run her tongue along his goddamn abs and taste the saltiness of his body as her hands drop to grab his manly ass. She bet he had a fine ass!

“Am I that hot that you can’t get your eyes off me for a second?” He beamed, smugly, jolting her out of her dirty thoughts.

“I wasn’t looking!” She tore her gaze from him and looked anywhere but him. Fuck! She had been fantasying about him that she forgot she was staring at him!

“Oh really? I caught you staring right at me. You were so lost in my handsomeness. It’s a lot to take in!”

Her face glowed, and silvery gray eyes darkened with bashfulness. What an incredulous man! “You’re so full of yourself. And like I said earlier, you’re not handsome.”

“If I’m ugly like you say, why were you gazing at me like that? Like you wanted to eat me!” He teased, his tone dangerously low.

Did he perhaps know she was having dirty thought about him? He couldn’t possibly read her mind! If he was able to do that, she would bury herself in the deepest trench. Her thoughts were too sinful for this world.

“I wasn’t looking at you. And don’t try to change this conversation cause I asked you to tell me things about yourself. I’m not backing down.”

He lifted his hands as a sign of surrender. “Okay, not like I was trying to change the conversation, when you were in fact checking me out!”

“Drake!” She cast him a warning glare.

“Okay, fine. How much do you wanna know about me?” He asked.

“Everything. No more secrets!”

His eyes sparkled with hesitation and fear. He would tell her everything but his biggest secret. She couldn’t know about it, if she did, she would hate him for life, and he would lose her forever.

He dreaded the day she would find out. No! He just has to be more careful around her, and he must guard his secret jealousy.

“How about we talk about it over dinner? What do you say?”

She crimsoned the moment she understood what he was implying. He was freaking, asking her out!

“Are you asking me out on a date?” A sheepish smile graced her lips.

“Yes. Go on a date with me.”

“Okay!” She nodded, excited. She was going to be going on her first date, why wouldn’t she be overwhelmed?

A mien of bliss became etched on his face as a simper embellished his face. It took all of his restraint to stop him from screaming with excitement. He just freaking asked her out! Their first date would be magnificent.

“I will at your place by 7pm sharp, tomorrow. Don’t keep me waiting. I hate to be kept waiting.”

“Okay, so what would you do if I kept you waiting?” She drawled.

His shinny blue orbs dimmed with lust as they transmuted into black-blue hues like that of a dark sky on a winter night.

He ran his darkened gaze over her body, curling his lips as he let out a subtle laugh. His gesture conveyed a carnal meaning to which Riri understood.

“You don’t need to be told what I would do to you,” he replied, his voice flirtatious and alluring. He once again shot her an amorous look that sent rivulets of tremors cascading down her body.

“Tell me I wanna know,” she probed innocently.

She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth radiating from his muscular frame advancing towards her figure. His proximity set her whole word on fire, clouding and intoxicating her mind by the mere warmth of his treacherous and seductive body.

She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw were his beautiful blue orbs. Her silvery gray pools were met with his blue ones. She inhaled sharply when she felt his manly arms encircle the curves of her tiny waist.

She is then pulled into his taut and vigorous frame, and their hot bodies consolidated to become one, just as their souls were entrenched by their gazes.

“I would spank you for disobedience and screw you against the dinning table. Don’t worry, darling, I’m gonna reserve a secluded place for our date, so I can get to screw you for as long as I want!”

“You man-whore and pervert! You’re so dirty minded!”