Trapped By The Devil

Sienna

He'd shifted us—again. I'd lost count. And finally, after what felt like half the night passing in a blink, Alexander came. That memory... I couldn't shake it, even as I stood by the window, letting the fresh air brush against me. Nothing could erase how his face contorted, how he let out that soft, ragged breath, how he heaved, pupils dilated, growling, "Fuck, Sienna."

And with him coming apart, I'd come apart too.

It was... unnerving. He felt too good to be real. Things that beautiful didn't last. I wasn't lucky like Mom and Dad, who had found love, fought for it, and stayed. My biggest fear had always been... never experiencing something that magical. That probably explained why I'd settled for Ryatt—desperate, thinking I'd never find anything better.

And now, this—Alex—was magical. But it was terrifying. Fleeting.

There was no way I could ever fall in love with him. Impossible. And yet, every moment with him felt so intense, so pure.

I glanced at the moon through the window—it was beautiful. I could feel Alex's gaze on me the entire time. Thankfully, I'd thrown on his t-shirt, or I'd probably be back on the bed with him already.

A moment later, I felt him rise behind me. His hands rested on the window frame, and he nuzzled into my hair, inhaling deeply. "You know..." he murmured, "You still have pretty hair, unlike most women. Glad you didn't put some ridiculous color on it."

"Why would I put some ridiculous color on it?" I whispered, chuckling softly. I didn't need to look back to feel his smile.

"Because you've had terrible friend circles your whole life, Sienna," he teased. "It would've been hard not to get influenced by those bitches and losers around you."

Usually, I would've been mad—but today, I found myself laughing alongside him. "What an ass," I said, shaking my head. I rested my body against him. His hands wrapped around me, lips brushing my forehead.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, Sienna," he whispered, sincerity lacing every word. It weakened the tough part of me I usually carried. "It's hard to believe you're real."

A few moments passed, but the storm inside me couldn't be contained. I finally spoke. "Can I ask you something, Alex?"

He traced his nose along my cheek, humming softly before nodding.

The question felt like a rock lodged in my throat, making every breath heavier until I forced it out anyway. "How long... how long do you plan to keep me?"

His body stiffened at my words. A pit of dread settled in my stomach.

I didn't know what answer I expected. Maybe a number—more than a month, at least. But deep down, I just wanted... an answer.

I knew Grayson wasn't the type to lie. Plenty of women threw themselves at him anyway. Straightforward honesty was all I wanted.

But what I didn't expect was him turning me around, gripping my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes pierced through me, through every thought, every doubt. He stared for a long moment before speaking.

"You are not an object to be kept or thrown, Sienna," he whispered, softer than I imagined, "Don't you dare fucking address yourself like that."

Oh, Alex...

Why the fuck are you making this so impossible? Why are you trapping me like this?

"You are... something I can't explain," he began, lips hovering dangerously close to mine, his breath brushing against my skin, warm and intoxicating. "Like magic," he whispered, tilting my chin gently as his lips grazed my jaw, lingering just long enough to make my pulse stutter. "Like fire," he murmured again, another soft kiss tracing the curve of my jaw, slow, deliberate, sending shivers down my spine.

"Like rain," he continued, his lips moving with care, descending to my collarbone. Each press of his mouth felt like both a caress and a claim, marking me in a way that went beyond skin-deep. "Like the first ray of morning," he breathed, letting his lips drift over the hollow of my neck, each word paired with a tender kiss that made my chest ache with need.

His thumb brushed over my cheek, warm and gentle, yet commanding. "Like the first leaf on a tree after winter," he whispered, his voice low and reverent. His gaze locked onto mine, piercing, as though he could see every hidden thought, every secret corner of my soul.

"Like the air you've been holding in too long... waiting for release," he said softly, pressing his forehead to mine for a heartbeat, letting me feel the warmth of him, the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my own. "Like sunlight spilling through a window you never noticed, warming everything it touches," he murmured, leaning even closer, letting his lips brush mine in ghostly, teasing touches that made my knees weaken.

"Like breathing fresh air for the first time," he added, voice husky now, deeper, more intimate, as he lingered so close I could feel his pulse, his desire. A soft smile curved his lips, tugging me toward him, "Like life itself," he whispered, and this time his lips pressed fully against mine.

My body moved before I even thought, returning the kiss. It was soft, slow... but no less passionate than the wild, consuming kisses we'd shared earlier. He poured himself into me, and in that moment, I felt my soul stolen.

When he finally pulled away, leaving me breathless, his tone shifted. The soft-spoken Alexander I'd just seen vanished, replaced by the commanding, dominating Grayson.

"And now I'm going to tell you something, and you need to listen very carefully..."

"What is it?" I whispered, still dazed.

"I'm going on a business trip for three days. But... if you go back to that asshole ex of yours—first, I'll rip him apart and feed him to the dogs, wiping away every trace of his existence. And next..." His wicked grin sent shivers down my spine. He grabbed my throat, leaning in close so his warm breath ghosted my skin. "I will fuck you, Flower. I will fuck you so hard you'll forget he ever existed."

I froze.

No, Sienna. You cannot be turned on by this.

This is sick.

"You are mine," he said, meeting my eyes with a possessive intensity. "The sooner you get that in your head, the better. Understood?"

I stared at him, trying to process his words, to conjure a human response. How was I supposed to answer that?

"Understood, Flower?" He tugged me closer, lips dangerously near mine again.

Before I realized it, I nodded. "Y-yes."

"Good," he smirked. "Let's get you home before Evelyn starts freaking out."

And then he pressed his lips to mine, one last time, leaving me trembling and undone.