Chapter 6

RYAN

I have been doing a good job in keeping my demons at bay for years. They always want to break free, and they are also blood thirsty. I always tend to give them what they want. Unleashing them for a bit, give them blood and lock them back up. But this time, it's not blood they want. It's him….. a certain boy with the clearest blue eyes to ever exist.

My demons had always wanted him. They fought so hard to break him, mend him, and make him theirs. I was able to keep them from doing what they wanted throughout college, but that was until I had a taste of him. Now, I don't think there's any going back. I want more. I need more of him.

I thought I could control my demons, but the news of the wedding made them excited. When I thought I had to go to an extent to make him mine, he easily became mine. Mine to owe and possess. I so much want to wreck him, and then I will become his savior and his source of breathing. The only thing he will need to survive.

They said the marriage will only last for a year. What makes them think that I will let him go after a year? There's no way I'm letting him go. Once I make something mine, they remain mine forever until I'm tired of them and discard them. So Tristan will be mine until I no longer want him.

But I wonder what happened. I thought his sister was the one I'm going to marry? It's not like I'm complaining. He's what I want and not his sister. I'm not interested in this marriage, but because it is him. I will give it my full attention.

When I see him walk into the living room, I've been dying to be alone with him. I can see how I affect him. Even back in college, though he knows how to hide it. Don't get me wrong, he still hates me. I think this is why he piqued my interest. He hates me, but there's something else beneath that hate. That thing is what I want to unleash.

I follow him as he walks down the hall as if he knows where he's going. He's adorable, I can't deny that. Especially the way he's trying so hard to act like last night didn't happen. I didn't miss the tent in his pants when he was staring at my lips. He was turned on and all flushed. It took me all my self-restraint not to devour him at that moment. My dick is hard as fuck and I keep my distance or I might do something that my parents and his parents out there may not acknowledge.

“It looks like you are the one showing me around my own house,” I say, stopping at a distance from him. He stops and turns to face me. His face is still flushed. Why the fuck does he look so adorable. I want to eat him.

No need to rush, he will be mine soon.

“I think the dinner is ready, let's go back,” he murmurs and tries to walk past me but I hold his wrists. He finches a bit and I see his Adam apple bobble. I want to bite it.

“The dinner is not ready. Mum will alert me when it is ready.”

He tries to wriggle his wrist from my hold but he will need to exert more strength to do that.

“Come with me.” I drag him towards my room, ignoring his warning to let him go. Once we are in my room, I close the door and pin him on the door. I cloud his space, inhaling his minty scent. My demons are fighting to be released and I don't think I can hold them back any longer. I want to taste him badly. To feel the softness and taste of his lips.

“What are you doing?” his voice comes out as a whisper. I can feel him shudder, his heart rising and falling. This is what I love. Making him feel wrecked.

I don't know why I want him so much. I can get anyone I want and fuck them. I mean, they are the ones that throw themselves at me. Both men and women. But I have never wanted someone the way I want Tristan. I have never wanted to protect someone and at the same time destroy them. I don't mind doing the latter in the bedroom. I want to ruin him until I'm the only thing he desires. It's his fault for drawing the attention of a monster.

“We can finish up what we started last night. I know you enjoyed it. If only you didn't chicken out, we would have done more.” I whisper, my lips grazing his neck. I can feel him shiver, his breathing becoming more drastic. “We are going to be married anyway. You, your body and everything that belongs to you will be mine.”

“I will never be yours,” he spat. I chuckle a bit as I look into his sparkling blue eyes. I love his defiance. It's one of the things that drew me to him in college and I love getting under his skin.

“You have no choice baby,” I say with a smirk.

“I'm not your baby. Maybe you have forgotten but this marriage is contractual. It's not a real marriage and may not even last up to one year. We owe each other nothing, so don't expect us to live as a real couple.”

“That's your word baby and not mine. Once we get married, you will be mine and nothing will change that.” I lean close to his ears. “And I will fuck you too because that's what couples do.”

“In your fucking dreams,” he says sarcastically.

“Don't worry baby, you will beg for it.” he wants to let out another snarky comment but I claim his lips. The moment my lips feel his, my demon's groans in satisfaction. After having a taste last night, I wanted more. And I don't think any amount I take will be enough. I want the whole of him.

I bite his lower lips forcing him to open his mouth and give me access to devour him. He tastes so good that I feel like kissing him forever. I savor his taste, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth to suck his. He's not kissing back, and I don't mind. As long as I have a taste of this mouth, it's fine if I do all the work.

He tries to push me away but I hold his waist tight with one hand and the other hand pin down his neck, to give me good access into his mouth. I kiss, bite, suck, and savour every inch of his mouth.

The ringing of my phone forces me to withdraw from the kiss. It is a struggle but the ringing is annoying. I wish I could kill the person that interrupts this moment but I know better.

I pull back, my eyes on his slightly swollen lips. I run my thumb on it and I feel him shudder. He is breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. I guess I knocked all the breath from his lungs. His face is flushed and he looks so mesmerizing.

“You taste so good, baby,” I say, my thumb still running through his lips. I want to kiss him again. I don't think I will ever get enough.

He's not saying anything. He just stands there trying to avoid my eyes. I'm waiting for him to freak out but nothing happened. Guess he enjoyed the kiss.

I tilt his face up to look into his eyes. One thing I like about him is how expressive his eyes are. There are many emotions running through them right now.

I so much love his eyes, the tiny freckles on his nose, his plush lips, his pale skin…. Absolutely everything about him. I think I have always been obsessed with him just that I was able to keep it at bay for years but now that my demons are unleashed, I don't think I can hold back anymore.

My phone rings again and it draws me out from his enchanting eyes. I move back a little and pull my phone out from my pants pocket. Mum is the one calling just like I thought. The dinner is probably ready.

“Dinner is ready, let's go eat,” I say with a smile. He doesn't say anything as he pushes me away, opens the door and darts out of the room just like he did last night at the rest room. This is why I find him adorable.