In Love With A Devil

“name’s Ronny. A pleasure to meet you.” he fed her a spoonful of porridge since he couldn’t shake her hand. She gave a mock smile which made him chuckle.

Her gaze secretly rested on his lips, they were small and beautiful. He was a very handsome man, looked quite young and his build was lean but tempting. Her eyes trailed down his body, scanning him like a bot. Her eyes went back to his facial features again,

“how old are you?” he smiled at her question,

“forty-five.” her eyes popped out, he was just four years older than her and he was looking like a toothpaste ad model,

“I don’t believe you.” she scoffed, it surprised her,

“I know you aren’t a spring chicken either but yet you are still incredibly beautiful. In fact, I can guess your age.” he showed his pearls,

“oh really?” she raised her eyebrows in amazement,

“oh yes I can” he closed his eyes and searched his mind for the answer, then he popped one eye open, “you’re forty-one.”

“impressive. Just on point.” she rolled her eyes at him,

“thank you princess.” he ate the last of the porridge and stood up. She watched him walk away,

“will you feed me tomorrow?” her words stopped him,

“anything for you.” he exited the door.

She had some relief when he came here, he was way better than the other men, he was nice and charming and sweet and…..wait was she falling for him? Impossible!

She blinked her eyes rapidly in disbelief and blood rushed to her cheeks immediately she remembered his smile.

She gave herself a small smile, he was such a bad boy just like Dirk. She missed him but he was gone and nothing could bring him back.

Ronnie was so much like him, with those precious jaded eyes, it looked so good on him, like emeralds glittering in the light.

His personality was what attracted her most, the way he talked, the way he smiled and the way he laughed. He was one heavenly bad boy angel sent to her from the Lord. She wished to kiss him, to taste his lips, those supple lips of his.

She licked her lips subconsciously, getting the feel of arousal from his vibes which she hadn’t had in a long time. Sex with him would be amazing.

She mentally slapped herself, already thinking about the dirty deed, not right of her. But it wasn’t bad to just think about it. Like she was going to rape him or anything. she wouldn’t do that. She laughed sheepishly at herself, she just needed someone to love.

Wait a minute, she was held hostage and he did nothing. But he wasn’t part of the people that kidnapped her, she would have to see if he is a good guy or not.

Next day……

She woke up as a hand brushed across her cheek, her eyes closely opened to see him. He had a small smirk plastered on his lips,

“good morning princess. Did you sleep well?” he dropped low to meet at eye level,

“I’m on a hard chair and barely allowed to use the bathroom, what’d you expect?” her sarcasm made a light chuckle move from his lips,

“you’re funny princess.” he stood up tall, he ran his fingers through her hair, felt like eating her up, “I have a treat for you today.” his tone alluring, casting a magical spell on her, “I’ll go get it.” he winked her and her cheeks flushed. She felt like a teenage girl who just met the ultimate bad boy, but she had her fair share of bad dudes.

Her mind raced of a thousand and one possibilities of what her present could be. Hot, passionate sex was the first and only thing that was in her mind right now.

Maybe he’d come back nude and meet a boner that delivers instant babies.

She gave off a stupid smile as she imagined what he could be hiding in his pants. She had already had her legs open, you know before he gets into the real business. To tease her.

She hadn’t even noticed when the door opened and he walked in casually with a bowl of tasty, delicious casserole. He squatted right in front of her and waited for her to come back from sex town, and when she was taking too long he offered to help,

“princess?” his words echoed in her ears making her jilt from her thoughts. She looked at him and found him in his clothes, she pouted, not liking how the scenario presented itself, “here it is.” he breathed in the aroma of the dish he held in his hand and brought the bowl close to her nose to let her have a whiff of it.

She breathes in the aroma and sighs happily,

“smells good. I believe your specialty?” she grinned,

“I just made it for you because I didn’t want to feed you porridge. I’ll eat everything up and you’ll starve to death.” he chuckled lightly which made her smile a bit,

“I’ve been making casseroles since I was twelve. I’ll be the judge of this." he put a spoon of yummy casserole in her mouth. She chewed it and juggled it around in her mouth, inspecting every bit of it.

While she examined it he had a casual look on his face, not the kind of expressions that chefs wear while in a competition and are being judged by even greater chefs and are sweating their pants out.

“so princess, what do you think?” he brushed some hair away from her face,

“it’s good.”

“just good?” he cocked both brows,

“it’s amazing.”

“yes!” he cheered, he was just too good.

“but it could’ve been better.” she criticized,

“be quiet princess, or else I’ll give you something so much better than this that you won’t be able to spell your name anymore.” he whispered dangerously in her ear making chills run down her spine and her brain go to overdrive.

She obeyed and she ate her food in peace. He started up a conversation as he fed her, a lot of things said and they got along pretty well.