14: Devil’s Reunion

'The face of my monster... deliciously pretty, like a perfect gentleman even though he's the opposite.' 

His eyes hold mine in a long stare, and the side of his lips twitch. 

Not looking away, he leans into me, hair tickling my skin in gentle strokes. 

Oh... god...

It's everything about him that drives me wild. I gulp dryly and hold my breath. I can feel my panties go sticky and cling to my body. 

"Hmmm," he murmurs. His hair teases my bare skin, leaving thick bump-like spikes. "Don't beat yourself up, mama." A dark throaty chuckle follows. "It's a hyperrealistic silicone mask." 

Wait... what?!

My lips part in realization. 

I search along the fine edges of his face to detect the mask. I feel played. 

"My invitation is past due... but I'll wait. For you."

His deep baritone reverberates deep in my head. It smoothly takes me back to the yacht... our pending date night. 

As if he didn't just mess with me, he stands upright and adjusts his jacket. 

No apologies given for the cocky show, he saunters in, leaving people to murmur and watch him walk into the old building. 

"Dear Lord," a sultry groan comes from behind. 

I turn to find Dr. Clara right next to me. Her arm is laced with my mum's. 

"Who needs therapy when you have the sweetest medicine?... whoo..." she fans herself and drags my mum with her. "It's always the innocent ones." 

My mum chuckles and winks at me. 

Ella resumes her walk down the aisle and the world returns to normal. The soft hymn from the choir envelopes the air. 

But his words... taunts my sanity. 

"How can someone hire a performer to prove a point?" Alexis sighs. 

"Desperation. They'd go to any length." 

I turn towards them and they stop talking like they weren't gossiping about me two seconds ago. 

"Do we have a problem?" 

They look away and avoid a response. 

The activities of the day move on slowly. Each passing second, I steal glances at him and it's worse that he catches me every damn time. 

I'm his focus. The center of his attraction. 

The feeling makes me hyper-conscious. Now, I worry about my dress, how my ass molds in it. 

"The ring." The pastor demands, snatching my mind from my ungodliness. 

Steady footsteps click on the tiled floor as the ring bearer approaches. Ella tilts her head. Her eyes widen. 

It feels awkward. 

I smile back. 

The intoxicating scent returns... 

It grows stronger on me. I know my mind is playing a silly stunt on me. I step backward to steal another glance, but I bump into firm muscles... and something hard... 

My body freezes in obedience. 

I feel the curve of a bulge gently pokes the small of my back. 

He's real. He's here. 

"Come with me." He murmurs. His tone is dark and demanding. "We need to talk."

My heart is pounding hard against my chest. What the hell is he up to?!

I swallow thick saliva about to choke me. "You can say it here..."

His light yet deep chuckle makes a sheer mockery of me. "Are you sure, mama?"

I'm in a mess. A freaking hot one. 

I force a fake smile, trying to act less shy. "I'll be right back." I don't know who this excuse is for, but I turn and hurry along to hide my face. 

The heels pinch hard on my toes. 

I sigh and clench down on my feet. 

"My queen," he beckons. "Come here."

He doesn't let me process my thoughts when he scoops me off my feet. I curl in his arms like a teddy, eyes wide in shock. 

We're in the middle of the church. All eyes are on us! It's obvious that I'm messing with a lover of drama. 

"What are you doing?" I murmur against his chest. "I can walk."

"No doubt," he sucks his teeth. "After I tend to those pretty feet." 

I press against his face, hiding from the eyes of the guests. This isn't how I planned my getaway. 

We walk past a small entrance and into a dark dusty room. Tiny lights from instruments beep. There are old speakers and keyboards and a few abandoned items. 

He set me down and settles in an old chair. 

With precision, he arches forward. His coarse palm curl around my knee. 

I try to protest, but I only end up mopping. 

His hand moves downward, caressing my skin with each tender stroke. He gently wraps around my ankle as if I will snap. 

I suck in warm air and slowly release my held breath. 

A soft moan escapes my lips. 

I can't be doing this. I should be scared for my life, not melting into him like wax. 

He carefully lifts my leg and pins it on his chest, poking himself with the tip of my heels. Instead of groaning, he cracks with an evil smirk. His eyes are dark green. 

The slit part, exposes enough skin. 

I watch his eyes strip me naked. He watches every slight movement of my fabric, patiently waiting to see what he desires.

One by one, he unbuckles my shoe and lets it drop on the floor with a loud bang. 

"Your leg is so small... soft..." he traces down and clutches my foot. He gently massages me, snapping my bones into place.

He bends to run the tip of his nose along my bare skin as he sniffs along a straight line, and inhales deeply. 

"... Perfect." He moans, and his warm breath assaults me harder. "Can I?" 

He doesn't let me argue when he runs his cool tongue along my leg like a snake. 

I stiffen. 

My muscles twitch and my breathing goes uneven. 

He flicks along each toe, slides in between them, and tickles my sensitive spot. 

Oh, god. 

I rock my head backward and suppress a cry. It feels so good!!!

"How long can you hide from your shadow?" His breath kisses the warm traces of his tongue. "You thought I'd never find you, Tessa?" 

'Say your mind... say your damn mind!' 

My brain screams one thing and my body another. 

Caught in a crossfire, I shut my eyes, and let the most powerful emotion take control of me. 

His gentle caress awakens every nerve endings I thought had died years ago. He goes up to my ankle and circles around my tender joint. 

That's it!

My knees grow weak. I collapse onto him, breathing ragged, body shuddering. The strong scent of his cologne wafts into my nostrils and drowns me in his system. 

Without warning, he flips me like a toast and guides me onto himself. 

Carelessly finding a source of support, I clutch the edges of the box with streaks of light and a few buttons. God help me so that I don't disconnect the entire building and disrupt the wedding. 

"What do you want from me?" The words rip out. 

His deep chuckle echoes in the dark room. 

"Your attention..." his hand parts my slit and slips under my dress. "Soul..."

'Tessa!'

I try to not give in to my mind, but when I feel the tip of his finger graze my engorged clit, I let out a deep groan, and go rigid beneath him. 

"... All of you, mama." 

He tosses the thin fabric of my underwear aside and rubs my wetness, massaging so gently that I feel my pussy quiver. 

"See how wet you are for your monster." He teases me. "Do you like being my queen?" 

I press my lips tightly and moan like I'm being eaten by a virus. His venom spreads all over my body in milliseconds, corrupts my mind, my fucking soul... commands me like a toy. 

"Who do you belong to?" His voice is thickly laced with arousal. 

'Tessa. NO!!!' 

He doesn't repeat. Instead, he taps my swollen clit as a silent command. 

I fall forward, rocking against the buttons on the hard surface. Thick sweat breaks out of my pores. 

"You..." my body shakes at his command. My lips tremble. 

"Louder." He moans. His fingers part my rough folds and rubs the soft walls of my vagina. 

"I belong to YOU." I betray my body and sell my soul to a monster with mere words. 

"Good girl." He moans and rewards me with gentle massage around my thick bud. 

The scratches of a spoilt speaker blend in. I ignore it. 

I don't realize what's happening when something round and warm slips into my body and lodges farther in. 

In aroused shock, I turn to look at him. My eyes search his, demanding answers. 

He smirks and dips his hand in his pocket. When he pulls it out, a small object like a remote accompanies him. 

"What's that... uhh... fuck!" 

The ball in my body vibrates and teases me to filth. It stops... then returns when he presses the button. 

"This is the Lord's house!" The voice of the pastor cries out from below us. "Stop messing around!" 

My palm clasps my mouth and my eyes widen. 

'Is he scolding us? How did he know?'

My eyes run along the box and the buttons I must've tampered with. Holy skies!

A fresh dose of embarrassment hits me. 

"Now they know who you belong to, Tessa." He chuckles and presses the button. 

This time, the intensity is so high that I feel the vibration in my belly. I jerk up like a floating ghost about to go extinct. 

"SHITTTT"