The Devil
Taylor K Scott
Helena
They say love is blind.
But I wasn’t blind, I knew exactly who Lucius Hastings was; and still, I walked willingly with the man whom they call ‘The Devil’.
I was young, naïve, and arrogant enough to believe I could resist the temptation. I should have known better, should have known that once he had his sights set on me, there would be no way back.
My heart was doomed from the very moment he answered the door with a curse upon his lips.
But ultimately, my father brought me up to be a good girl, and good girls don’t end up with fallen angels.
And yet, deep down, I know I will always be his.
Lucius
She was a temptation I knew I shouldn’t give into.
Pure, innocent, and beautiful; all the qualities one craves when you are damned.
I was told from a young age that I was unworthy of a girl like Helena, and that to stay with her would mean dragging her to hell with me.
And so, I let her go.
I kept my distance, pretended she wasn’t out there living without me, contented by the knowledge that I at least got to have a taste of her. I let her marry someone more worthy so she could lead a happy life full of white picket fences, family BBQs, and children.
But only because, deep down, I know she will always be mine
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“You’re very intense,” I voice my observation. “It’s intimidating. Is that always your intention?”
“Maybe,” he says with a half-hearted shrug. “Though, I wouldn’t say I try to be anything for anyone.”
“That’s not true,” I reply with a teasing grin. “Look at your board shorts, your muscular physique, your boyband hair. You’re just as vain as they are.”
At first, I’m offered nothing more than a devious smile, one that almost tells me he’s proud of me for making such an observation. It’s also one that warns me to brace myself for what is about to come out of his wicked mouth.
“My vanity is not for anyone other than myself. My parties are for my own amusement, much like this drink is.” He lifts his glass in a ‘cheers’ gesture before sipping back more liquor, his eyes remaining on mine the entire time. They hold you captive without you even realizing it; those icy blues are hypnotic, the perfect weapon.
“Tell me then,” I begin, the alcohol beginning to hit me as a fuzzy sensation takes over, “why do you want to drink with me? I can tell that I am sonot the type of girl you usually spend time with.”
“That is precisely why I want to drink with you, Topolina,” he says in such a way, I feel heady and surprisingly lustful. “I like a challenge. But for your information, I do not usually spend much time drinking with girls in general. Do you really think someone like Lori would pique my interest?”
“Well…” I murmur, trying to make peace with the fact that I am seriously a target for him. “Hmm…as flattered as I am, I have had a drink now, so I am going back to my room. I am one ‘challenge’ you will not be conquering.”
I get up and walk toward the staircase feeling angry, though I’m not entirely sure why. Did I really think he thought anything more of me?
I walk past the banister that overlooks the kitchen to see that it is completely empty, the party is now taking place entirely outside. Well, at least he kept to his side of the deal I suppose. However, as soon as I turn to open my door, I feel a presence behind me. I know it’s him, for he always makes the air feel heavier around me, not to mention I can smell his aftershave. Like him, it’s unique and dizzying.
When I finally turn to face him, the intensity of lust in his eyes almost scares me, though I cannot deny that it also has me feeling slightly thrilled at the same time. The recognition of such a feeling has me remembering Cam’s words of warning, forcing me to freeze on the spot. Lucius gently lifts my wrist away from the door handle before opening the door himself. He pushes me inwards so we are standing in the dusky light of my room; the moon is shining through the window, but I can only make out the outline of bedroom furniture.
The thrill of it slips a little, turning into fear of what I have never done before. I also consider the fact that no one is here to hear me scream if I need to. He could be evil in a beautiful disguise, and I have left myself completely vulnerable to him. My breathing quickens as he slowly walks me back until he is pressing me against the bedroom wall. I tell myself to scream, to fight back, to say something, but I can’t, his gaze is too hypnotic.
Lucius maintains a distance between us but keeps hold of my wrist and places his finger against my lips.
“Shh, Topolina, I am not going to do anything to hurt you; that’s not my style.” His words are enough to calm me. I don’t know why, but I believe him. “Have you ever kissed a man, Helena? I mean really kissed a man?”
He takes a step closer toward me, so I am under no illusion as to what he wants. I shake my head slowly while the rest of my body stays completely frozen against the wall.
“I am not a challenge, Lucius,” I utter in barely a whisper, trying to sound firm and sure of myself.
“Not anymore,” he whispers back, then removes his finger and delivers a chaste kiss on my lips. It’s more of a graze of his lips against mine, but it’s enough to set the butterflies in motion, deep inside my stomach and chest. It scares me and after a moment, I jerk my head back to reveal my wrath.
“You are such an arrogant bastard, Lucius,” I snap through clenched teeth. He laughs softly as he pushes back a strand of my hair behind my ear. I jerk my head away from his touch.
“You want to know what I want from you, Topolina?” he whispers, so close that it blows a stray hair away from my cheek. “Why don’t you ask me?”
“No,” I reply. He theatrically tuts over my stubbornness.
“Ask.Me!” he repeats in a low threatening voice, but when I don’t, he tells me anyway. “I want…” he begins, pausing for a moment to take an inhale of my hair. “I want all of you. I want to destroy everything good and pure about you and claim you as mine. What’s more, you will give it willingly to me, and you…” He stops and sighs as he looks me up and down with sheer desire in his eyes. “Mm…you will be mine. Even when you’re with another man who promises you the fairy tale lifestyle that Daddy has always wanted for you, you will belong to me. I will always have you because deep down, I am what you really crave.”
“You’re fucked up, you know that?” I growl at him, even though I feel like I’m melting on the inside. Every part of me is telling me to submit, to give in and break free of my cage, my good girl persona.
“Maybe,” he says as he cups hold of my cheek and leans in, so we are but an inch apart. “But tell me you haven’t thought about my hands stroking over your arms,” he says as he gently brushes his fingertips over my tanned skin, causing me to shudder. “Tell me you haven’t wished for me to reach for your hips and pull you in closer to mine,” he says as he acts out each of his words with expert precision.
My body submits to him completely, all the while I’m screaming at myself to push away.
“I bet you’re wet right now. I’d even bet you’re…soaking!”
He moves in even closer and suddenly, his overwhelming figure clouds my thoughts, making me feel dizzy and hot. I need him to go before I do something I’ll regret, something that would mean I couldn’t look my father in the eye without telling him I had given myself to the complete opposite of who he wants for me. It would mean admitting I’ve been dissatisfied with everything I have been brought up to want.
“Leave, Lucius…please,” I whisper with a hint of urgency. He’s right, I am wet, and now I’m cursing my own body’s betrayal of my senses.
“I will, for a kiss, Topolina,” he says in a low, hungry voice. “A proper, first kiss. At least give me that.”
“What does ‘topolina’ even mean, Lucius?”
“I will tell you, once you kiss me,” he says, now closing the gap between us so his chest is up against mine, and with my heart pounding inside of it. “Or at least…let me kiss you.”
“Fine,” I reply with an exhale, “but-”
I don’t have the chance to finish my sentence before his lips move in to claim mine. He’s more desperate than before, with his hands still resting on top of my hips, but now pulling them in against his own. I place my own hands over his muscular biceps in a half-defensive, half-incredibly turned-on position. His tongue sweeps through my lips and begins to stroke my own. He’s gentle at first but as he deepens our kiss, he begins to explore every part of me, making good on his promise to claim me in any which way he can. I feel his erection hardening against my stomach and my eyes burst open. I stop moving my lips against his, so he opens his eyes to meet mine, smiling against my mouth because he knows full well what has caused me to freeze. Lucius makes no attempt to move, so after a moment or two, I push him away.
“Not bad, my little mouse,” he says with a soft laugh, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Feel something you like?”
I remain silent, for anything I say is only going to make him say something more aggravating. I’m guessing topolina means ‘little mouse’, which only makes me feel even more humiliated.
“Leave!” I order in a quiet voice, keeping my eyes on the ground, even though part of me desperately wants him to kiss me again. A part governed by primitive urges and hormones, a part I need to ignore.
Lucius laughs when he eventually moves toward the door, gripping the handle to leave.
“You taste good by the way, really good.” His intense gaze moves south over my body. “Makes me wonder what the rest of you tastes like.”
He looks back up into my eyes, only now he isn’t smiling. Instead, I see nothing but a lustful urge emanating from his icy blue orbs; they taunt me, dare me, order me to just give in.
“Please, Lucius…please, just leave!”
To my surprise, he nods just once and opens the door.
“Only ever willingly,” he says with a strange expression. “But you will. Lock the door when I go, Topolina. I am not the only one lusting after you, and I cannot stay in your room again, not after that kiss. Goodnight.”
Taylor K. Scott 