Chapter Twenty Five- Provoking The Devil Out Of Him Part Three

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The Devil's chilling, red, opalescent eyes seared into me, carving into my being viciously and introducing a violent surge of fear through my veins.

He was giving me a punishing death glare I have only seen him give his groveling, beseeching victims before he slaughters them mercilessly, but his eyes were also saturated with another emotion- the emotion that always overwhelmed his features when his possessive side outshines his nonchalance and he reminds me who it is I will always belong to.

I of course regretted my stupid provocation and wished I could withdraw my words and swallow them back as soon as they left my mouth. I was just about to utter the most earnest apology I have ever given my entire life and plead for him to be lenient on me: when every bit of courage in me was annihilated by one of his rapturous, feral growls. The harsh, predatory sound racked the atmosphere, vibrating into my ears so strongly, I felt my stomach clench. I could envision him lose his humanely form and shape shift into a monster of terrifying proportions and devour me- and not in the way he was about to on that bed before I stopped him.

"I will kill him." He articulated in his blood-curdling beast voice, clenching his jaw and distorting his facial features to express more malice and a beastly nature. That was not a threat, but a promise he made to me and my being trembled.

"Who is he? Who dares to look at what's mine with interest?"

Those questions cleaved into my conscience, I tried my hardest not to think of anyone specific in case he would read my mind. I could not give him a name and watch an innocent boy and the rest of his family get brutalized in the worst ways imaginable because of a lie, so I just allowed my bottom lip to tremble as I faked a struggle to find my tongue. I mumbled something incoherent and he slammed his hand into the wall, right next to my head, scaring me senseless. I had truly provoked the Devil out of him and I was too terrified to even think of a way to put out those flames of rage setting his crimson eyes alight.

"Fine, if you do not want to tell me, I will just have to kill every single pathetic, little boy in this country." He expressed so maliciously, I had no doubt that he was being deathly serious. That promise of mass slaughter made the dumb act I was putting on to crumble down.

"There is no boy, I do not want anyone else to be my first, I belong to you daddy-" My beseeching speech was cut short by yet another beastly growl and I was utterly surprised when he removed his hand from my neck and casted his baleful stare down, before he began expelling strange, low pitch noises and cussing in an alien tongue I could not decipher at all. He was speaking the languages of Hell, that's what I can only call the perplexing, abrasive sounding, lingo that flowed out of him in that odd moment.

"Cassien! What is he doing here!" His head shot up and he hissed sibilantly, fury, as well as shock casting a dark shadow on his handsome face.

I watched the transition in escalating consternation as he grew more frustrated and the muscles in his neck emerged and protruded from his tight skin.

I did not want to brook the punishment of his wrath, so I made a desperate attempt to calm him down without even thinking much into it.

I lifted both arms and brought my hands to the sides of his face, but they got caught before my palms could even come in contact with his skin. His grip on my wrists was tight as he reprimanded me with his stare, warning me against exhibiting any further stupidity.

The moment was too heavy on my chest, I just wanted to be in his good books again, I preferred him more when he was trying to deflower me and grant me all the sinful pleasures I have been craving.

I made one last attempt to nullify his rage and surrendered myself to him in the most provoking manner. I put all my faith in my words, in the sincerity of my tone and the soft caress of my voice as I translated my burning need for him. "I am sorry, daddy," I articulated strongly, arching my back and thrusting myself forward a bit so our bodies touch again, then I gazed at him dead in the eyes as I said, "I did not mean to anger you. I do not know what had gotten into me, I was not thinking straight. I want this. Please, daddy, make me yours, mark me." I expected him to yank my thighs open, hoist me up and insert his length inside me after my entreating request, but instead his eyes darkened and his demeanour switched to a more frigid, cold one and he dismissed me harshly.

"Get out." He snarled out the command.

I was taken aback by the sharpness of his voice and was not left with much of a choice when he released my arms and used that same hand to point at the door. My nervous gaze shifted from his face to the door and back to his face and I accepted that he was not going to change his mind, but I did not want to leave him still in such an elevated state of rage.

"Daddy-" That unconfident whisper was all I could get away with before he silenced me with his mordant voice.

"Do not waste my time." His jaw clenched and I observed as the white of his eyes was overtaken by darkness and that was enough to get me moving.

I lowered my eyes from his and stepped to the side, feeling his eyes follow every movement of mine as I turned my back to him and began walking to the door.

Knowing that his eyes were ravaging my form, picking at my confidence, I resisted the urge to tilt my head back and confirm if he still wanted me to leave, or reluctance had finally decided to show itself in his eyes.

'If he was going to change his mind, he would have done so already,' that's what I told myself before I grabbed the door handle and led myself out of the room.