Stacy's POV
I grabbed his clothes roughly and tightly as he plunged deep into my skin. After what seemed like a minute, the pain subsided like earlier, and I couldn't feel any pain from the bite.
I closed my eyes tightly under him and left him to keep sucking my blood. I know struggling to be free from him isn't going to change anything, but nonetheless, I'm still scared.
He finally stopped sucking from me and drew off my shoulder. I still couldn't open my eyes until I felt something wet and hot on my lips.
I immediately opened my eyes, only to find him kissing me. I blinked several times, surprised by his act.
"Why would he kiss me when all he wants to do is punish me all day?" I thought in mind, surprised, and made the decision to push him off me.
He kept on staring at me as he deepened the kiss. He never closed his eyes all along. I stared back at him too, not knowing where the courage came from.
When he was done taking advantage of my lip, he still didn't stop staring at me. This gave me chills, and I turned my head to the other side of the room, avoiding eye contact with him.
He didn't let me be, but he forcefully turned my face back to his, making me stare right at him again.
This made me scared; a tear trickled down my cheek, and I immediately apologized.
He realized what was on my mind, and he assured me he wasn't going to molest me.
I nodded in response, not knowing if I should believe whatever he said.
He cleaned my tear with his thumb, making me perplexed.
He made me continue to stare at his bewitching face, and he captured me in the process.
I felt chills run down my spine as we maintained the long-lasting stare.
I couldn't hold on anymore. I realized he's purposely making me want him. Who knows if he's currently manipulating me?
I was becoming so hot beneath him and couldn't take it anymore, so I voiced out and asked him why he's doing what he's doing to me.
He pretended not to understand and asked me if I actually wanted him.
I knew where he was going, but I decided to look for the perfect answer to his question. It's not me wanting a monster who molested me!
I let him know I couldn't want someone who had molested me, and this pissed him off.
He threatened me with my greatest fear again, and this surely made me scared.
I thought he was going to punish me again. I was a little bit relaxed after hearing him say he'd leave me be tonight when he finally got off me in bed.
He asked me to take my leave, but he went to the bathroom before I could get out of bed.
When he's finally out of my sight, I get down from the bed and make my way to the door.
I got to the door and tried to open it, but to no avail. I tried again, and the same thing happened. There, I began to worry.
"What if he comes out and sees me? Oh! No! I'm done for." I thought worriedly.
I didn't give up; I kept on battling with the door handle, and suddenly I heard the shower stop.
I noticed he's done bathing and added more force to opening it.
Then, boom! He came out of the bathroom, and the door handle was removed right in his presence.
I immediately got down on my knees and began to beg, while at the same time crying.
I've never been so scared like this in my life. Come to think of it, I never thought removing a door handle would make me this scared and sober.
He stood at a spot, and I didn't hear anything from him all this time.
"Get up," I heard him say calmly.
I immediately did when I realized he wasn't angry, judging from his tone.
"Since you spoiled the handle, we'd have to wait for someone to open it from outside tomorrow morning," he said, making me surprised.
"What exactly is wrong with the door? Can't he unlock it with his powers?" I thought in my head, trying to understand the situation.
"You're dripping; go take a shower," I heard him say.
"Huh?" I asked with my mouth open.
"Don't let me repeat that," he mumbled.
On hearing this, I quickly headed towards the bathroom and rushed past him with my head bowed.
I finally got to the bathroom. I pulled off my clothes and got in the shower.
The water was cold as usual. Although it's not affecting me negatively, I just finished dripping sweat. It was so hot there.
I stayed in the shower for what seemed like 10 minutes and started to catch a cold.
"How I wish there could be warm water," I thought and stopped the shower, not wanting to catch a cold.
I looked around and saw a black towel. I wrapped it around me and found out it's just like the one in my room that stopped just beneath my butt cheeks.
"No! Not me putting on this to meet that monster!" I thought angrily and stared at my dirty clothes.
I can't wear that either; I'm stuck.
I was still deep in thought about what to wear when I suddenly saw him appear in the bathroom.
I quickly held the hem of my towel pretty tight, looking down.
"Do you still want a warm bath?" He asked.
"No, My Lord," I replied wrongly.
"Follow me then," he muttered, and I slowly followed him behind.
"You can take a shirt in there and put it on." He said this, pointing at his wardrobe.
"And when you're done, you sleep on the bed," he added.
"Huh?" I asked with my mouth wide open.
He gave no reaction to what I said. He maintained a straight face and headed to his study.
"What could actually be wrong with him?" I asked because I couldn't stop thinking about the whole scenario.
"Well, he was somewhat like that earlier. Who knows what could be his next move?" I thought and stopped being surprised by his acts.
I moved to his closet and brought out a white T-shirt and put it on. I looked around for a pair of shorts of his too, and I wore them.
Of course, he must have forgotten to mention it. I can't just sleep with nothing underneath when a devourer is not so far away.
When I was done, I moved into the bed and set out to sleep, but couldn't. My stomach keeps on rumbling; I'm damn hungry.
I kept on rolling on the bed and stopped when I felt my body hit something hard. I looked up to check what it was, and there I found him sitting and staring at me.
"Huh? What does he want this time around?" I thought scarily and immediately sat up.
He stared at me for a minute and furrowed his brows.
"Are you still hungry?" He asked, surprising me again.
"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked, staring intensely at him.
"Just for tonight," he replied, disappointing me.
"Here, take this." He said, stretching forth his bitten hand for me to feed on.
"No, I'm not hungry for that," I replied, like the real me. At least he's not going to do anything to me tonight; let me take advantage of it.
He chuckled and furrowed his brows.
"Follow me then, he said, heading towards a door I didn't seem to pay attention to.
I got down from the bed and followed him. He opened the door, and we entered what seemed like a kitchen.
"You can make a coffee of your choice," he said, pointing towards a cabinet.
"That's not good, but it's better than feeding on you." I muttered slowly, not wanting to get on his nerves, even though he had said he would spare me throughout the night.
He gave no reaction to what I said and went to sit in the corner. I'm now at his front.
I began to make the coffee, and when I was done, I served two mugs. I turned back with the two mugs in my hand, only to catch him staring at me intensely.
I couldn't bring myself to say what I planned to say. I know that stare-it's a lustful one.
I decided to ignore him by taking just my coffee, dropping his and about heading back to the room when I suddenly saw him appear at my front, caging me between him and the cabinet.
I dropped the hot coffee in my hand, and before I could push him away, he lifted me up and made me sit on the cabinet.
"You promised to spare me tonight, Kaiden, I said, getting scared.
"You're really driving me insane tonight, Stacy," he said, and crashed his lips on mine, not giving me space to breathe.
For the very first time in my life, I felt wet down there. I know he's not to be trusted; I know I shouldn't believe all he says; I know he's a bad person; I know he's made me suffer and might even make me suffer more; but, right now, I crave for him; I crave for the Mafia Lord; I crave for the vampire Lord; I crave for the devil himself; he, who had once molested me.
I reciprocated the kiss, wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer, and deepened the kiss.
I noticed his eyes were closed all along. He wrapped my legs around his torso and carried me up from the cabinet, not unlocking from the kiss.
I felt his c"ck press hard against me. He's truly craving for me, and I am craving for him too.
I dipped my hand into his hair, rubbing his head as the kiss kept getting more intense. He slowly turned and moved to the bedroom, with our mouths still locked.
When we got to the bed, he dropped me gently on the bed, mounted on me and went for my neck. He pressed his lips against every corner of my neck, giving me a hard turn-on.
He moved down to my cleavages and placed soft kisses on them. He noticed the clothes I put on was hindering, so he got them off my body, now leaving me half naked under him.
He paused and stared lustfully at my chest, then at my face, and back to my chest before pouncing on my two oranges.
He brought his head down to my chest and sucked from my right boob, while at the same time fondling with the other one.
I felt my nipples become so hard underneath him. He sucked me so hard, making my c*nt drip profusely.
When he was down sucking from my right boob, he pounced on the other one and also did justice to it. His d*ck has been pressing hard against my belly throughout the make out.
He caressed my boobs, making me wince in pleasure.
"I can't take it anymore," I screamed out loud in ecstasy.
"You have to hold on a little longer," he said after giving me a peck on the lip.
He got hold of my waist and drew my shorts down, exposing my private area. I'm now completely naked.
He paused and stared at me. My face flared up, and I couldn't maintain the stare. I brought my face down to his torso.
All of a sudden, he split my legs, making
them widely open and brought his head down to my V area. I noticed what he was about doing and quickly grabbed his head, stopping him from going further.