Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty- The Devil She Doesn't Know Part Eleven

But that look in his eyes told me to expect him later, maybe in the depth of the night and his devilish smile made me too aware that this was only the beginning.

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Although those captivating, strangely haunting cobalt blue eyes that had went a few shades lighter and were now an ethereal icy blue were boldly gazing directly into mine, I still foolishly whipped my head back as though I was hoping the question was directed at the non-existent person behind me.

My lips parted, I was dry of words and too consternated to formulate any sensible words. I must have looked just as gawky and anxious as I felt. My horny mind had abandoned me and now I was left stripped of all courage and feeling like I had been put on the spot. I was naked under the most shiny spotlight there is, that was the feeling I got as Cassien's eyes raked down my body before locking with mine with even more intensity. It felt like tenths of minutes had passed, while in reality I had only delayed a response by seconds.

Say something! Come on, say something, anything! I kept urging the words to leave my mouth, but I was too lost in my devilishly handsome supposed uncle's vehement, mesmerizing gaze to even think of what to say.

"What do you say, love?" Cassien's enthralling voice flowed out in a sexy, rasp undertone, and my breath was taken away even more, it was like I was hearing it for the very first time. He must have noticed the way my chest heaved, because his eyes held a more of a knowing look and his smirk read utmost pleasure.

"I can see it in your eyes, your eyes have never lied, you desire to bear my mark." His eyes were set ablaze, the nature of his gaze wild and brutish.

Gosh that voice was everything, that oh so gratifying look of satisfaction and pride bordering arrogance on his godly face was everything.

I was too entrapped by his overwhelming charm to even fully register what he had just said and ask myself what kind of a mark he was talking about and why he was so confident I wanted to bear his mark.

I could not even react with actions, I remained as still as a statue as he took a single step towards me, before taking one back with the most satisfied smirk adorning his perfect face. The movement of his lips was inspired by the guttural growl that rumbled when he brought his foot forward. And that furious, feral sound the Devil made as a warning, set me free from his brother's enchantment.

I was almost bashful as I brought my lips together after coming to the realization that I had been gaping all along. My jaw slackening could not be helped, I had the most strikingly, unbelievably gorgeous men in all realms and universes standing right in front of me, fighting over me.

My eyes briefly went to the Devil and I gulped uneasily. I was not expecting him to have such a powerful effect on me, but in those seconds I held eye contact, my mental anguish and angst tripled in intensity. Since the night I provoked the Devil beast out of him, I had not seen his eyes look so frightening. There was an unnerving darkness and sterness saturated in his vehement, soulless silver- blue eyes that made him even more minacious than he normally is.

I expected him to roar thunderously and cleave Cassien in half with terrifying threats or to at least say something to me, order me on how to answer, but he just continued to bore his eyes into me. Those eyes promised me a lot of punishment, but that look of ravenousness unavoidable when he is angry left me discernibly inflamed.

I cleared my throat, finally mustering the confidence to speak only because of the pressure Cassien had put me under by gazing at me so expectedly.

"Well.. I.. I..."

Not only did I drawl and stutter, my voice came out so feebly, it was almost like the plan was to whisper some secret in shame. It was especially hard to say anything with my father staring at me like that, with him looking so close to losing control of his beast.

I had not provoked him as far as this particular situation was in context, but I felt like his eyes were threatening me, warning me to only say the right things and that is were my dilemma was.

I did not know how to answer, and it was surprisingly difficult for me to chuck the stranger and go with the beast of a man who owns me. For some reason, I could not just pick the Devil and end their anticipation, when it was supposed to be a no brainer. I did not want to upset my father, but I was anxious that I was being presumptuous and had interpreted everything the wrong way, hence I felt like I did not truly know what which response would please him.

I tried to quickly ponder before saying anything that will leave me in a worse state of mortification.

My- First.

To me that was the key word. My- first, my first what? I had interpreted the question in many ways, but one meaning failed my logic but I found to be the most likely to be correct.

The Devil's supposed brother wanted me to choose who I wanted to give my virginity to between him and his choleric brother who might detonate any second from now and maul him to the bone.

This was insane, just as insane as "Cassien" calling me Marosa. I still do not know who the fuck this Marosa is and why they keep referring to me as her when it is of the Devil's knowledge that I am Vanessa Altagracia. In fact, my name sounds nothing like that ancient, insipid name. I was not Marosa, so why was I expected to answer on her behalf?

Now would have been a brilliant time to get answers, but it appears that the universe does not want me to finally know what history I have with my highest power of Hell step- father and now, his almost equal of an apparent brother, it appears there will always be some sort of a barrier standing in the way of me finally knowing how that ancient name connects to me without me having to rely on my own memory.

The memories that should supposedly resurface at some point. I had opened my mouth, the words were right at the tip of my tongue and I was ready to finally demand to know who Marosa is and what the fucking hell is actually going on, but it only took me heaving a sigh to calm my nerves, to lose that opportunity.

"Excuse me, my Lord-"

The Devil's trusted right- hand, a brutish looking hulk of a man surely of his kind, appeared out of nowhere, a desperate sense of urgency in his movements. The Devil's benighted, blazing eyes snapped to him and he gnarled out his dipleasure at his interruption. Uncle Cassien on the other hand kept his torrid gaze fixated on me, as though I was the only thing in existence in the room, in fact, in the entire world.

His eyes were speaking to me yet again, but in a way he kept his emotions a bit encrypted, so the message I could not trust I had correctly received and comprehended.

He could not wait for us to be alone, that is what I think he was saying to me. The thought alone left me flushed, flustered to the point that I could not no longer hold his intense stare.

I bashfully lowered my head, discreetly trying to peer over his shoulder because my interest had shifted to Macheno. What attracted me mostly was how tense he was as he acknowledged his master with the highest degree of reverence and awaited his permission to speak. His eyes went to Cassien and he slightly bowed his head as a gesture of acknowledgement, but of course he was too focused on me to notice. So Macheno knows him, he respects him in fact. I then wondered if my mother knows him as well and I will not lie, I was excited by the thought of getting more information on him.

"Forgive me for the interuption, it is about Vilcron." Macheno apprised with discernible apprehension and the Devil's displeasure intensified into rage. It was only then that his brother's attention was diverted to Macheno. The Devil's equal looked undeniably sexy when his eyes slightly narrowed and he sighed in annoyance before turning to his back.

"Couldn't you have found a much better time, Arzedus?" Cassien's voice was sharply reprimanding.

Macheno was his apparent vexation, so I could not help but ponder on the strange name he referred to him as. I also remembered how he adressed the Devil as "Levy" not as any of the names I know.

The Devil walked up to him, engaging him in a stare off yet again. The side profiles and side by side comparison of the beastly men made my heart flutter.

An immoral thought even popped up in my mind, 'I want them both, if I could have the both of them, if I could be owned and dominated by these two beasts.. '

"This does not concern you, brother." The Devil snarled at him irately and much like earlier, his rage seemed to be quite entertaining for Cassien, riling him up was a pleasure to him.

Cassien scoffed almost inaudibly, to himself and his lips widended to a smile to taunt and provoke. "I do understand your frustration, brother. I am surprised that you still have not nipped this one in the bud, clearly you underestimated Vilcron or maybe your word is losing power."

"My affairs with Vilcron do not concern you and are not open to your scrutiny. You better honour our agreement or you will lose more than a few fingers, be wise, brother, do not take my warning lightly, she is MINE, MINE only, the past is irrelevant, you are irrevelant. You know I will be watching you-"

"I am certain you will be," Cassien cut in calmly, his blaisè and lack of concern mocking the Devil's splenetic temper, "and I will make sure to keep my actions very entertaining." He then turned his head to me and gave me the sexiest wink I will ever receive before his gaze returned to the Devil.

"You are very mistaken, the past is very relevant, that is why you are so insecure, because you remember who emerged the better man very vividly. I am still going to beat you, Levy, our connection is much stronger. It would do you some good to work on accepting the inevitable brother, because I am here now and I am going to claim what is rightfully mine."

The Devil chuckled darkly, those throaty sounds sensually delectable to my ears. "She does not even remember you, you are nothing to her. Watch yourself, brother. You know what I will do if you lay a single finger on her, do not force my hand. Back down and return to the underworld, get yourself a Hynx, I don't care, just do not challenge me or this will get extremely ugly." He warned gravely and marched off, Macheno at his heels.

"You have a great night as well, Levy." Cassien smirked smugly yet he waved him off with a snide attitude and his eyes returned to me.

Before considering all that had been said, I was busy thinking about how the Devil did not even spare me a single word and wow it hurt, as much as it made me nervous. Yes, just some minutes ago I was rejoicing over the fact that I had provoked him and earned his punishment because I thought that was the necessary motivation he needed to discipline me with his hard, raging monster and ruin me with brutal pleasure, for him to want to own me fully again, but now I dreaded his rage, I could not shake off the feeling that I had made things much worse. Maybe I should have strutted into his office naked and offered myself to him instead of sneaking out and misbehaving inexcusibly- but we all know I could never be that bold.

I was left alone with my mystrifying, alluring uncle again and I failed to stabilize my fickle heartbeat. My heart was thumping erractically, I was not as inconspiciously breathless and flushed as I thought I was. Those eyes had stripped me bare yet again and they gladly devoured me oh so slowly, without any shame or discretion.

I was very tantalized, deeply, I desired for so much more. I had to act quickly as he swiftly closed the gap between us and his clothed, godly body lightly crashed into mine. I took a shaky step back and gulped, my eyes on his chest as I cleared my throat and let out some air through my teeth.

"Excuse me." My voice wavered dramatically as I spoke.

I also wanted to add, "Have a great night" just to be polite, because I have manners, but speaking was incredibly hard and I did not want to allow him any room to respond and convince me otherwise, plus I did not trust myself not to do anything I will regret later- so I just took my leave.

I turned my back to him and climbed up the stairs. I had thought of taking a turn for the elevator, but soon realised that confining myself to a small space I would be stuck in for at least a minute was not such a good idea. I could feel those otherwordly eyes burning holes into my skin, I was sure that soon his footfalls would echo in accompaninent to mine, but he did not follow me, like I was expecting him to.

But that look in his eyes told me to expect him later, maybe in the depth of the night and his devilish smile made me too aware that this was only the beginning.

Fuck! As if one Devil was not enough!