Chapter 15- The Devil

And once again, I am at the mercy of that sweet, deadly sensuality, as effortless as it is potent. My voice is thick with arousal when I speak. "No, death is too easy." I should know. Some days it takes me mere seconds to wipe an annoyance off the face of the earth. "I want to destroy you, Angel Eyes, wreck that tight little pussy until it throbs only for me. So that when you rise from the ashes, you simply cannot be the same anymore... ruined for my pleasure, aching to feel me invade all the crevices of your body, serenading them with heavy breaths, tongue kisses, the graze of my teeth, licking, sucking and fucking your dripping, silky folds until all you know is my name. I know you want it."

The look that comes on her face is nothing short of precious, pupils so dilated her smoky eyes look black. She sounds breathless when she snaps at me- a futile attempt at hiding her heat. "Fuck it. Stop this. I don't want you," she yells, panting like she's been running a marathon prior. "Fucking give me targets so I can end them and get out of your hair already, you asshole."

More ice-cold water drops over her without warning and she jerks, whimpering just before a deep moan snakes out of her lips. She bites down hard on them, but those bewitching sounds escape anyway, mesmerising, hypnotic. Fuck. I've missed them.

"You're aching to burn already, Thirteen," I say, watching the goosebumps on her skin, how taut her nipples are. "Lucky for you, it's only a matter of time. I won't stay patient forever."

She glares at me, but doesn't say anything, knowing fully-well that a single word from her mouth could send the showers raining down, making that fucking addicting body's betrayal apparent once again.

"I told you I would enjoy breaking you," I say, leaning forward, almost conspiratorial. "Your task was to not give me an opportunity to. But you seem to like fulfilling my wishes."

She looks unbelieving. "I fucking hate you."

As the words leave her mouth, she shuts her eyes, expecting the water to come slushing down over her, but it doesn't. Her eyelids finally flutter open and the trepidation in her cloudy orbs are as obvious as her arousal when I get up and head for her side. She flinches when I lean against the table, directly before her chair, and drop my face to hers, just an inch of space between our lips. She swallows when I speak, watching my lips, how close they are, knowing that if she as much as said a thing, she would end up brushing them against mine. 

"You're free to hate me, Angel Eyes," I say. "Just think about me. Tonight. And every night. Tomorrow and everyday. I know you will." 

I press closer to her but she tilts her head to the side, avoiding my lips by a hair's breadth, and when I move mine diagonally towards hers, she raises her jaw, denying me that foul, foul mouth of hers, like she doesn't know that every single time she says 'Fuck,' I want to taste it on her lips. But she is too livid to care. I shake my head as I grin. There are some downsides with upsetting her after all. 

I pull back and dive down her collarbone to those perfect breasts, not touching, breaths merely fanning the taut, pink tips of the desire-inducing globes, which, right now, are bouncing with each sharp inhale she takes, thick, soft and so utterly alluring. But I don't stop there, serenading her skin with my exhales as she arches slightly over the chair.. And when I reach her pelvis, taking in a deep breath before releasing it slowly from my mouth, she brushes her thighs vigorously against each other, a truncated gasp catching in her throat as she bites hard on her bottom lip.  

An invitation too painful to resist. 

Heaven definitely knows I want to make her scream until she loses her voice, yet I stand back, slipping my hands in my pockets. 

"You have just three hours until it's day break and you have to appear at training," I say. "Try to use it wisely. Get some rest."

I loosen the ropes and she instinctively wraps her arms around her breasts, pulling her knees up until they're brushing her chin. As I watch her, an aggravated sigh breezes out of my lips. She really has no idea that nearly rolling herself into a ball is better for me than her. I'm after all the one who has to see a Greek goddess naked before me and summon all the self-control I don't have in the first place. 

My gaze goes to the side that has her clothes and hers follows, watching the slip of black as well as the thick hoodie. But she doesn't move just yet, so I head for the door to give her the privacy she is so implicitly demanding, like she hadn't been utterly bare before me for the last twenty minutes.

When I am close to the metal door, her voice reaches me, low, yet resolve boils in it. "Don't dare think you have won. I won't stop trying to escape you."

My response is simple. "And I won't tire of finding you. I told you, you're fast becoming a favorite." And then I head out.