The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

“Riri, Riri, Riri, Riri, Ariana!” He called, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

Her body shook as she abruptly jolted back to reality. “Huh? You were saying?” She asked with confusion painted on her face.

“I have been talking for the past two minutes. Haven’t you been listening?” His brows were arched as he questioned.

He was worried as he had found her staring into space. He couldn’t help but ponder about the possibility of what she had been thinking about that had her so engrossed.

Fuck! He hated the fact that he couldn’t fucking read her mind. Her mind was like a fortress, and he couldn’t get in. Most times, he wished he could get in and hear some of her dirty thought.

She made it so impossible, as she always seemed to block him out each time he tried. He was puzzled as to how she could do that. No one has ever blocked him out.

“I’m sorry, I kinda blacked out,” she uttered, nonplussed. Fuck, it was all a daydream. It felt so damn good, and she wished he hadn’t snapped her out of it.

“Are you sure you’re okay, baby? If there is something bothering you, please let me know.” He implored, holding her hands with perturbation washing over his face.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I’m fine,” she replied, loving the fact that he cared for her.

“Tell me the truth, baby. You don’t have to hide anything from me. If something is bothering you, you should let me know. You know I would always try my best to help you in whatever way I can.”

“Seriously, I’m fine, and thanks for asking.” Her eyes gleamed as a dazzling smile became carved on her face.

“Are you certain cause-”

“I’m fine. I’m happy cause you’re concerned about me. It makes me feel loved.” She pouted.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yes, and I love you too.” He leaned down into her face and pecked her forehead.

“Please remind me what we were talking about again?” She drawled, flashing him a grin.

“You asked where your mom and I met?” He furrowed his brows at her.

“I did. Tell me.” She shifted her gaze to him, hoping that he would say the same thing he had said in her daydream. She wanted so badly for the day he would confess that he was Blake, her boyfriend.

“We were next door neighbors. I first met her when she brought pancakes to our door step to welcome us into our new apartment. She was very friendly, accommodating and jovial. Who wouldn’t love such a person? Your mom means a lot to me, Riri, but you mean so much more to me.”

He and her mother were next door neighbors? But her mom said they met at the hospital. What if he really wasn’t Blake? What if he really was Drake, her professor?

What if She was just making things up in her head cause she wanted him and Blake to be one and the same when they weren’t.

What if he was lying, and he was just trying to confuse her? Ugh, she was tired of his freaking games. He was as exasperating as fuck!

Then I guess I have to stick to my plan then and see what it reveals. With a frown flashing on her face, she thought.

“I see,” she muttered with an unsmiling expression.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked when he noticed her change in countenance.

“I said I’m fine! You don’t need to worry!” She snapped with gritted teeth as she felt a flicker of pestilence. He was annoying the shit outta her!

Blake noticed the anger licking through her words. He found her behavior puzzling, and he couldn’t help but ponder within him what he had done to make her this mad.

He felt a sudden urge to press further into the matter to ascertain the cause of her rage almost overwhelm him, but he restrained himself, for he feared that if he did so, she would explode with rage.

“If you say so,” he muttered with pursed lips.

Her temper sparked as her face reddened with molten anger when he said those words to her. If she says so! Fuck, the idea that he didn’t care to find out what had caused her anger, enraged her even more.

Didn’t he care about her? Her heart bleed as she felt this sharp sting in her heart. When he noticed her facial expression, that was when he realized he only messed things further. A hand encircled her waist, pulling her into the warmth of his taut chest.

“Let me go!” She screened as she struggled to break free from his embrace.

As she struggled to release herself from his grasp, she couldn’t hamper the sensational feeling his caress brought down her body. God, she hated the fact that his touch affected her so much, as it seemed to soothe the anger in her heart.

He was her weakness, her soulmate. Fuck, she hated the fact that he understood the language her body was speaking. Every fucking time, he knew how to make her heart and body desire him.

As she felt the warmth of his skin kissing against her own, she felt pleasurable shivers plunge through her body. His seductive and sexy lips reached for the sensitive spot of her naked and vulnerable neck flesh.

He ran his luscious tongue along her tattoo. Shivers rushed down her spine as she sealed her eyelids and suppressed a moan.

And for a minute, she almost forgot about the anger she felt. She gripped unto his collar, pulling her body against his as she yearned to have more of him. A subtle moan escaped her lips when he grabbed the luscious curve of her ass.

He nibbled gently on her earlobe as he rasped, “I’m sorry, baby, although I don’t know what I’m apologizing for?”

His brows are ached as he gazed at her, a look of confusion and lust were evident on his face. She was scaring shit outta him as he wondered what he had done to make her this mad.

His voice suddenly pulled her out of his seductive spell, and then she went bonkers on him again.

“You’re so annoying. Fuck you, Drake, you’re full of shit! Uhhhhhgggggg. And you’re such a liar,” she grunted with frustration.

“Did I do or say anything wrong, because I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t you fucking act like you don’t know shit about what I’m saying. You know what, SCREW YOU!” She hollered, poking his chest angrily with her finger.

“Okay, now you’re starting to freak me out? Seriously? What did I do? Talk to me.” He pulled her further into his arms, and his broad figure soon enshrouded her petite frame.

She struggled to release herself from his grasp, but it was hopeless as all of her efforts had proved abortive.

Before she could utter another word, he frantically pulled her into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad. Seeing you mad makes my heart ache so much.”

Upon hearing his sincere utterances, she seized struggling and drew herself further into his arms.

“It’s fine. I will take care of it myself. I apologize for overreacting,” she mumbled into his chest.

“No, it’s not fine. I have never seen you this mad before. Talk to me, your silence is killing me.”

“Was your mom really your next door neighbor, or you were just lying about that?”

She gazed into his eyes with expectant eyes. She wished he would just tell her the truth.

His eyes widened a fraction. Fuck, so this was the reason she was mad. Maybe it’s time I ended this drama so no one gets hurt.

He, however, found himself saying the opposite of what he had conceived in his mind.

“She really was my neighbor. Is this what this is about?”

A frown became painted on her face as he said that. Who was I fooling? He would never confess. I would just have to get my answers my own way.

“Never mind. Forget about what I said.”

“Riri-”

“Were you serious about killing Tyler? You were just joking, right?”

“Don’t try to change the Topic, Riri,” he cautioned.

“Were you? Or you were just saying it to scare him? Perhaps empty threats,” she taunted.

He let out an animalistic growl. “I don’t make empty threats. I really am going to end him,” he uttered sternly, a look of hatred clearly written on his face.

When she saw the unflinching determination in his eyes, she gasped. He really meant everything he said. Fuck!

“You really are serious.”

“I am.”

Terror stabbed her heart as the color drained from her face. “Who are you? Are you some sort of assassin?”

His face turned stone-cold as he answered sternly, “Yes. And now that you have known who I am, I can’t let you live. I’m gonna fuck you hard and leave you shuddering and screaming underneath me as I fill you up with my cock.

“And as I spill my seed into you, I would drive a knife through your chest and watch you struggle to breathe as blood spurts out of your chest, drenching me with your blood. And as the bleeding subsides, I would watch you draw your last breath. That way, you would experience undiluted pleasure before you die.”

….

What the hell? Seems like Blake is gonna kill Riri. Sorry for the late update. I finally got a phone on Friday after going two weeks without one.

Recall I said I was using my sister’s phone, but since I resumed, I couldn’t take her phone along with me.

So now that I have got one, I will try my best to upload regularly. It won’t be easy, cause classes are exhausting.