Page 15 of The Devil

“You are such an arrogant bastard, Lucius,” I snap through clenched teeth. He laughs softly as he pushes back a strand of my hair behind my ear. I jerk my head away from his touch.

“You want to know what I want from you, Topolina?” he whispers, so close that it blows a stray hair away from my cheek. “Why don’t you ask me?”

“No,” I reply. He theatrically tuts over my stubbornness.

“Ask.Me!” he repeats in a low threatening voice, but when I don’t, he tells me anyway. “I want…” he begins, pausing for a moment to take an inhale of my hair. “I want all of you. I want to destroy everything good and pure about you and claim you as mine. What’s more, you will give it willingly to me, and you…” He stops and sighs as he looks me up and down with sheer desire in his eyes. “Mm…you will be mine. Even when you’re with another man who promises you the fairy tale lifestyle that Daddy has always wanted for you, you will belong to me. I will always have you because deep down, I am what you really crave.”

“You’re fucked up, you know that?” I growl at him, even though I feel like I’m melting on the inside. Every part of me is telling me to submit, to give in and break free of my cage, my good girl persona.

“Maybe,” he says as he cups hold of my cheek and leans in, so we are but an inch apart. “But tell me you haven’t thought about my hands stroking over your arms,” he says as he gently brushes his fingertips over my tanned skin, causing me to shudder. “Tell me you haven’t wished for me to reach for your hips and pull you in closer to mine,” he says as he acts out each of his words with expert precision.

My body submits to him completely, all the while I’m screaming at myself to push away.

“I bet you’re wet right now. I’d even bet you’re…soaking!”

He moves in even closer and suddenly, his overwhelming figure clouds my thoughts, making me feel dizzy and hot. I need him to go before I do something I’ll regret, something that would mean I couldn’t look my father in the eye without telling him I had given myself to the complete opposite of who he wants for me. It would mean admitting I’ve been dissatisfied with everything I have been brought up to want.

“Leave, Lucius…please,” I whisper with a hint of urgency. He’s right, I am wet, and now I’m cursing my own body’s betrayal of my senses.

“I will, for a kiss, Topolina,” he says in a low, hungry voice. “A proper, first kiss. At least give me that.”

“What does ‘topolina’ even mean, Lucius?”

“I will tell you, once you kiss me,” he says, now closing the gap between us so his chest is up against mine, and with my heart pounding inside of it. “Or at least…let me kiss you.”

“Fine,” I reply with an exhale, “but-”

I don’t have the chance to finish my sentence before his lips move in to claim mine. He’s more desperate than before, with his hands still resting on top of my hips, but now pulling them in against his own. I place my own hands over his muscular biceps in a half-defensive, half-incredibly turned-on position. His tongue sweeps through my lips and begins to stroke my own. He’s gentle at first but as he deepens our kiss, he begins to explore every part of me, making good on his promise to claim me in any which way he can. I feel his erection hardening against my stomach and my eyes burst open. I stop moving my lips against his, so he opens his eyes to meet mine, smiling against my mouth because he knows full well what has caused me to freeze. Lucius makes no attempt to move, so after a moment or two, I push him away.

“Not bad, my little mouse,” he says with a soft laugh, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Feel something you like?”

I remain silent, for anything I say is only going to make him say something more aggravating. I’m guessingtopolinameans ‘little mouse’, which only makes me feel even more humiliated.

“Leave!” I order in a quiet voice, keeping my eyes on the ground, even though part of me desperately wants him to kiss me again. A part governed by primitive urges and hormones, a part I need to ignore.

Lucius laughs when he eventually moves toward the door, gripping the handle to leave.

“You taste good by the way, really good.” His intense gaze moves south over my body. “Makes me wonder what the rest of you tastes like.”

He looks back up into my eyes, only now he isn’t smiling. Instead, I see nothing but a lustful urge emanating from his icy blue orbs; they taunt me, dare me, order me to just give in.

“Please, Lucius…please, just leave!”

To my surprise, he nods just once and opens the door.

“Only ever willingly,” he says with a strange expression. “But you will. Lock the door when I go, Topolina. I am not the only one lusting after you, and I cannot stay in your room again, not after that kiss. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I whisper back, and he leaves, thankfully closing the door behind him.

When I finally manage to convince my feet to work, I march right over and lock the door, all the while releasing a long breath that I didn’t even know had been stuck in my chest. I close my eyes and lean my back against the door, before slumping slowly to the ground.

I should have gone to bloody summer camp; I’m not equipped to deal with this.

Chapter 9

Helena

The day after I had lost myself in a kiss with the devil, I decided to forget about it, or at least try to. If I ignore it ever happened, perhaps Lucius will do the same and we can pretend things are no different from the way they were before. No one would need to know, least of all the men in my family. I wouldn’t need to see my father’s disappointment in me for giving away my first kiss to a man he would deem unworthy. In my head, I can take it all back, convince myself that I am still saving my first kiss and my first love for a boy who is good, wholesome, and so polite he’d apologize for saying ‘darn’ or ‘Jesus’. I would then marry that boy and have a brood of just as good and wholesome kids, while making it my life’s mission to serve my husband, including agreeing with each and every thing he says. Just like I do with my father now. Just like Mom.

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