Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Two- Two Devils, Twice The Temptation, Twice The Desire, Part Two

I have been trying so fucking hard to be a good boy, and I usually do not have much control, so don't test me or I will bend you over this counter and do unimaginable things to you, right in front of my dearest brother.

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I shoved my back into my bedroom door, then slowly slid down to the floor. Seconds after, I felt the first tear trickle down my cheek and after that the flow became uncontrollable, but I made sure to cry as silently as I could.

I shouldn't have went there, I knew I should not have went searching for him. If only, if only I had listened to my rational mind, stayed in bed and maybe read some erotic literature until I fall asleep, I would have never seen what I saw, I would not be feeling this way. I was being so ridiculous and pathetic, I wanted to yell at myself, but I was not prepared to deal with anyone who would barge into my room to check if I am not getting slaughtered or have not lost my mind. After I got tired of slumping into the door and enduring the uncomfortable floor and position I was in, I dragged my feet to the dresser, pulled out the accent chair and stared at myself in the mirror. Unfortunately even if circumstances demanded me to, I would be unable to hide the fact that I was crying my eyes out; my eyes were bloodshot, glassy and puffed up, I looked atrocious.

'What is wrong with you Nessa? What did you expect? Why are you even crying? This is ridiculous, you are being ridiculous! Just look at yourself! You were too delusional, you are an idiot! Berating my reflection felt like the best thing to do, but it did not stint the flow of tears that kept coming no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I have absolutely no right to be feeling this way and that I am being pathetic by crying over the Devil doing what is well within his right to do. He had not promised me anything, he does not owe me anything, so why was I expecting him to...

That's it! Enough is enough! I cannot possibly get any worse than this, I needed that cold, hard slap from reality. I was getting out of control.

I promised myself that I was not going to think about what I saw in that office ever again, that it had bothered me for the last time tonight, that I was not going to feel bitter or scorned and I was going to carry on with my life as though nothing ever happened. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and shot up to my feet. My chest was still tight, my stomach in knots and my heart was still aching like it has never before, but I did not shed even a single tear. I hummed to myself, trying to distract my mind from going to dangerous zones and I so believed I had successfully gotten over one of the most painful experiences of my life, but soon realised that it was far from over. I slid under the covers and closed my eyes and that was it, everything had changed, I had broken the promise I made to myself. Much to my dismay, I realised that I was not going to get over the heartbreak in a matter of seconds, I was devastated and frustrated to have to accept that indeed healing is a process and a lengthy one at that. But I should not have anything to heal from in the first place, I should not be hurt. Oh had I not been so deviant, had I never crossed boundaries with the Devil. I thought that time would do away with my mental anguish, but after minutes of constantly replaying the display I was welcomed by when I was most unprepared, over and over again and cringing terribly, I decided that I had had enough of the torture and sought some soothing from a shower.

I quickly stripped and made it to the bathroom already feeling the sting of unshed tears. I stood under the pour, adjusting the pressure to be high enough to pelt my body almost punitively. The harsh slaps of cold water on my back gave the ones I gave myself mentally a physical impact. The cold shower was a not any better than trying to sleep myself to oblivion, it actually did more harm. All I could see was him, that look he gave me was haunting me. It is like my mind was programmed to project only thoughts of us, the shower was where I thought about him the most, it was where I had the first vision of our wet bodies molding into each other as he thrusts into me mercilessly. A few nights ago

the lord of Bervon fell on his knees, his head between my legs as he stared up at me with the most chilling blood red eyes. It was me rocking my hips and writhing in plesaure beneath him, I was her. I missed that, I missed the chase, I missed the thrill, I missed the attention, I missed gazing deeply into his eyes and seeing them saturate with lust, I miss being wanted by him. I want everything back, but things will never be the same again, he has lost interest, I cannot deny it anymore after what I saw.

Wow it hurt! My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, the tightness in my chest made me unable to breathe proparly. Ragged breathing, breathy sobs and the patter of water splashing into the hard floor- wow I had became a classic, bawling my eyes out like I was playing out the typical scene in one of those cliche romance movies. It was just hard to accept that I was not the only woman he was atttracted to, it was just too painful to even acknowledge that he did not want to own me anymore. He is all I have known for more than half of my life, everything I do for him, every situation he has put me in only stregthened the bond we share. Unfortunately for me and my poor, pathetic little heart, my attachment to him is irrefragable, he is always going to be present in my life, he is always going to hold me down one way or the other.

After that awful moment to myself, I came out of the shower not any better than when I walked in and I was none the wiser because I had to fight the urge to go running back to that office and watch until I am unable to be incredulous, until the reality sinks in and never leaves me.

Even a towel I had to wrap around my body at a sluggish tempo, not even caring to adjust the knot enough for it to be secured and not go loose and fall at the slightest of falters.

Trying to sleep it off had failed, the cold shower had only made matters worse, erotic literature was not going to save me now and there was only one other option; physical indulgence. I have never drank spirits, but in that moment I had the strongest craving for the Devil's spirit which undoubtedly is made from tears of his victims or is demon blood distilled with the fires of Hell. I needed the strength of that Hell brew to knock me straight into oblivion and if I am lucky enough, to give me a high I will never forget.

I felt numb and absolutely done with life as I scuffed down the hallways to the kitchen, to the point that I could not be fazed by the feeling of being watched. I could sense vigilant, ethereal eyes trained on me, following my movements and I could not give one flying fuck who was watching or bother to ask myself why they were watching.

I was further deflated by a disappointing reality; the Devil's spirits were inaccessible at this hour and none could do the trick like them.

But why would he do this to me? It is all my fault. That patronizing, depressing voice was revived from silence and I could feel the tears building up again. My thoughts were quickly distracted by the enormous kitchen and the many treats at my disposal.

I searched through the cabinets, stacking snacks and sweet treats onto the island for me to carry back to my room and finding what I thought I needed did not take much time at all.

I bent over to go through the bottom freezer, ignoring the feeling of the knot of the towel loosening from where it's tucked. I felt a caress of air on my vagina and ass, making me aware that bending over had left me exposed and I honestly did not care if a maid came in and found my vagina staring back at her.

The feeling of being watched suddenly became overwhelming as I secured an entire unopened tub of ice cream and straightened my back. My body tilted and I turned for the counter, nearly dropping the ice cream as I jolted up fiercely in response to the unexpected shock I was ambushed by.

I was facing the owner of the otherwordly eyes I have been feeling on me and it was none other than my supposed uncle.

The Devil's brother reminded me too much of him, the way he just stood there, both hands tucked into his suit pants pockets, boring his unblinking eyes into me, silently monitoring me in the creepiest way- his manners were identical to the Devil's. The feelings he provoked out of me with his strange behaviour and fascination with me were just as strong as those my father gave me.

My lips fell open just slightly, I was extremely nervous but trying my hardest to act normal and not let it show. I only took a few, shaky steps forward and my terror was multiplied. It suddenly hit me that I was fresh from the shower, my wet hair was still dripping, I had not been cautious at all about my movements and I was in nothing but a short towel resting askew on my body and going more loose with each passing second. Then the second shock wave tore through me as it came to my realization that my "uncle" had probably seen my naked vagina for all that it is!!! My chest was engulfed in flames and I was pretty sure he could clearly see what a breathless mess I was, though I was trying to keep my flustered state inconspicuous. I had never been so dumbfounded, I did not know what to do or if I should say anything, and that tingling between my thighs and my erratic heartbeat were not helping at all. I suddenly felt like he was much closer, like his presence was breathing so close to mine, so I quickly peered over my shoulder and found him to still be standing where he was, having not moved by an inch or changed his pose.

I could not bear the torrent heat of this moment, my mind took over and it told me to get the Hell out of there. I was stupid enough not to retuck and readjust the towel and as I struggled to fit the snacks in my arms while also battling with the embarrassment of my piggish behaviour; the towel went completely and in a second exposed my entire back view and fell on the floor. Shit! Act fast!! You are butt naked in front of the Devil's brother!!! As quickly as I could, I dropped the snacks back onto the counter, but then became extremely bashful when I had to take action regarding my nudity and that feeling was intensified by the illusion that uncle Cassien's eyes were sharper and capturing me from a closer angle.

I took a deep breath and prepared myself to bend over quickly and snatch the towel from the floor at lightning speed. The thrill of this pulse raising predicament I was in, the fact that I was being watched by a man so forbidden, a man I desire but know that I can't have, I shouldn't have, was so arousing and making me even more wet and consequently even more ashamed to bend over and bring my vagina to sight. But I had to do it. In three, two, one- I quickly bent my back but it immediately straightened and I nearly chocked on my own saliva as soon as my bum collided with a clothed lower body- undoubtedly the crotch. Before I could even ask myself what was going on, I felt very large hands settle on my hips and thick fingers strongly press into my thigh. Before I could stop myself, I had released a breathy moan. I knew exactly who it was, it was him without a doubt, I recognized his scent. Just seconds passed with me frozen and that little voice popped up in my head; telling me that I need more. Uncle Cassien's hands felt so good against my skin, it was a feeling I could not describe in words, but it made me throb and heat up between the thighs. My core was on fire and I needed the relief of his cold fingers.

I was severely disappointed and even shamed myself by releasing a tiny, whiny grumble as his hands left my hips, but my disappointment was short-lived. I felt textured fabric slide up my legs and soon realised that he was wrapping the towel around me. The towel ends overlapped across my breast and instead of letting it go and leaving me to tuck it in or at least hold it onto my chest, I was delightfully amazed when I felt his knuckles press into the swell of my breast. Before I could fully take in what had just happened, I heard him expel a guttural growl much like the Devil and his body heat engulfed me.

That is when I decided to act to make a move. I was done being a coward, for once I decided to be bold and told myself that I was not going to allow what happened the last time the Devil, the man of my sinful fantasies had me pressed into the counter to happen again. I seized the opportunity, with mighty effort I turned, the aim being to face my newfound uncle and tell him I want him, that I am dying for his touch, that he should please touch me- but I was stopped mid- turn and brawny hand took to my shoulder and tilted my body back to its initial position. Soon after, I felt his hot breath on my neck and his soft lips brush into my skin.

"You should go to bed," his voice flowed out in a delectable, seductive rasp that sent shivers up my spine so pleasurably, "I have been trying so fucking hard to be a good boy, and I usually do not have much control, so don't test me or I will bend you over this counter and do unimaginable things to you, right in front of my dearest brother."

At the mention of the Devil, my head snapped up- and oh my fucking lawdddddddd!!! There he was, standing by the doorframe, watching us with the darkest, most frighteningly baneful eyes I have ever seen.

And as if that was not bad enough, he stalked closer, moving like a predator about to slaughter mercilessly and I panicked, trying to remove myself from such an enraging position, but my second Devil did not budge, he in fact grounded me to the counter and shoved his crotch into my back, inciting an alarmed moan out of me. Then I heard uncle Cassien chuckle smugly, briefly and tauntingly but fuck, his laugh was so devilish and sexy.

"So I will take it you want to watch? Not your wisest choice, Levy, because I can give you quite a show and I guarantee you that it will be unforgettable!"