Kiss For The Sin

Tears keep on streaming down my face. I fisted my hand gritting my teeth silently. I couldn't stop the rage inside while secretly mourning my loss.  

How many lives must fall in front of my eyes just to get the revenge I wanted? Is this my karma from those people who kneel before me begging for their lives? 

But I should be the one to accept the consequences and not those people around me, not those whose just trying to protect me. 

"What are you doing here?" 

I was stunned on my spot when a low-pitched voice echo in the empty hall sounded heavy and deep as if it was coming from a cave. I instantly felt alarmed.

How did he find me? What is he doing here? I thought he left...

I slowly turn to face him, hands fisted. My face is void of expression as I watch his footsteps aiming in my direction. The sound of his heavy footsteps followed the fast beating of my heart which I could not understand where is coming from. 

Am I scared of him? 

I silently gritted my teeth as he stop in front of me, so close that I could feel the strong presence he exudes. I was about to say something but I swallow my words and a gasp escape my lips when he held my arm and in just one swift move my back is now facing him. 

"Sain-"

I was stunned, my words disappear into the air when I felt his strong hand on the slender part of my back crawling slowly towards my waist. I clutch the fabric of my dress, as my breathing changes affected by his mere touch and presence.

"I wonder," I gulp, heart, beating fast.

His voice is devilishly baritone and sounds like a deep rumble from a cavern. He leans closer and I instantly felt his shivering warm breath on the back of my ear. I froze. 

"What is my wife doing here early this morning wearing a black long dress as if she's mourning?" He whispers intentionally touching his lips to my earlobe to distract me.

My gaze sharpens.

Does he know something? 

My lips form into a thin line, brows furrowed while trying to figure out what he's thinking. I wanted to strangle his neck so bad and just kill him. Unfortunately, that's not the smartest move right now. Once he figures out that I am a threat to his life, he will not spare me. He will kill me in an instant. 

A merciless devil like him will not be satisfied just by seeing me tortured yet still breathing. He is a cold-blooded killer, his only satisfaction is when he saw me bathing my blood in exchange for my betrayal. In my state right now, I will not be able to fight back. I haven't regained my strength yet. I cannot outsmart him using this weak body.

"Tell me," he demanded when I choose not to say a thing. "Are you mourning for the freedom that was snatched from your life? Or perhaps you are mourning in advance before you snatch my life?" 

My eyes widen and the sudden fear becomes a clear vision in my eyes as I notice the restraining anger in his voice.

Does he know something?

I gasp when he turns me around to face him once again. My shocked expression greeted his handsome face that leaning over me. All I could see is danger despite the unrealistic charisma and undeniable beauty that he possess.

"What's with the scared face? Did I just ring the bell?" He smirks. 

I shake my head immediately, lost in the sight of his deep soulful grey eyes.

"No," I breathlessly voice out, my mind is stuffed and not functioning well.

I am affected by him and that's something I couldn't deny. Every time he look at me with those soulful eyes, I always find myself drowning in it and I couldn't do anything but withdraw and surrender. 

He is my enemy. He is supposed to be my enemy...

"Sain!" I exclaimed and my eyes widened as I lifted my gaze to him.

My breathing turns difficult almost like gasping for air. His hand is mercilessly gradually sliding inside my dress. 

What is he doing?!

I tried to stop him but he immediately grab my wrist and pin my arms on my back. I couldn't move. He is towering over me with his tall height, cornering me with his arm that wraps around my waist, giving me a delusion that he's willing to protect me at all cost because I am his wife.

Yeah, I am fucking delusional right now because despite this alarming situation between us, here I am couldn't get a hold of my reverie, and suddenly don't know what to do. For a moment, I suddenly forgot who really I am and how I become his wife.

"Not here..." my voice drop-down.

The heat of his body spread on my skin as he pulled me closer not leaving even just an inch of distance. He is so warm and soothing, urging me to cling to him. The ounce of inhibition that was left to me a while ago disappear like a cloud of smoke on the thin air replacing it with a pleasure that seem so impossible to get back to my senses.

I shut my eyes close at the sound of stiff fabric crumpling by his strong hand. I am supposed to push him away because that's the right thing to do at this moment before he does something more dangerous yet irresistibly arousing. But I just end up calling his name in a tone that is almost like moaning.

"S-Sain please..." I pause and swallow my voice when his hand found its way down to my inner thigh.

Tension and anticipation with his next move curled into my gut. But he leans closer to me instead aiming to rest his chin on my shoulder and whisper.

"Sin is the word that suits me, not sain. I am not someone who will keep you away from evil because I am the devil himself. You know that very well, Little" his voice pierces me once again.

I froze on my spot upon hearing what he said. I was like splash by cold water that drags me back to my reverie. 

He was right. He is not a saint nor a husband who will protect his wife. Because he is a sin. A human form of the word sin. 

"Let go of me" I dare to stop him before he could move his fingers into the apex of my thighs. 

This is not right. This is not what my father told me to do. I should not let him do this to me. 

But surprisingly he laugh- a sinister laugh and turn me over that made him face my back again.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed in protest.

I struggle into his grip trying to thrash against him but he just held me tightly. 

"Stop moving. Fuck it" he curses roughly, hot breath fan against the exposed skin of my nape sending a  shiver down to my spine.

"Then let me go!" I insist, frowning. 

He laughs once again.

"I can't let you go," his voice changes.

I move my head to look at him over my shoulder. 

"What?" I hissed in annoyance.

"I warned you, didn't I?" He pauses. "I told you already that you can't marry me but you still dare to insist thinking that you can seek shelter in my place" 

A low chilling laugh filled my ears that made me silently grit my teeth. I know that he was a sin and never will be a saint, not for anyone else, never for me. 

I must brace myself for the consequences of this mission. I agree to sell my soul to this devil for the sake of my revenge. Three kisses in exchange for our marriage. A three dangerous kiss of sin.