An uneasy feeling enters me as I feel the aura around us— the sinister in Kilian. What I thought had to be all good, foolish I was. Disbelief pours into my thoughts as I stay stuck on him— on those onyx black eyes.

"You're lying." I whisper, eyes unflinching. He grins, showing off the two pointy teeth in his mouth. The ones I had once thought would look nice giving me passionate bites. I stop my lustful thoughts right where they start, knowing that this was a demonic thing. That this is what they were known to be like. Tempting, and very malicious.

"Vi," his eyes flicker to red for a moment, almost showing the Kilian that I'd grown to learn more and more about. But then those disastrous black eyes returned. "You know better than anyone else, I don't lie." He finishes, his hands loosening on my hips momentarily. I take advantage of his loose hands, slipping off of his lap and backing away from him. He frowns, clicking his tongue. I think I'm going to be sick.

"This doesn't mean necessarily that I'm the bad guy—" he starts, getting off of the chair as I take another step back.

"Then what does it make you? A fucking saint?" I hiss, clutching the grimoire to my chest.

"What were you doing with me? Toying with my human emotions? Making deals with me as your plaything?" I say in disgust, a tremble in my voice. There goes that red flash in his eyes again, and this time, I manage to get a peek of a terrorized Kilian. Tortured at what I'm saying.

"God no— well at first, when you had first summoned me," he tries to explain as I start to shake my head, eyes tearing. I couldn't explain why I had felt like I had been betrayed, the bond was there. The deal marks were there on my skin. "I was going to kill you." He says softly as I freeze up. Tears start to pool out of my eyes, large salty drops dragging their way heavily down my flushed cheeks.

"You asshole." I spit through my clenched teeth. "I can't believe this." I say looking away from him, to the floor in shame. Varla's words of shame echoing through my mind. She had been right. She had told me those things mere hours ago— and here I was. Looking like the fool I was.

"No." He growls out, trying to grab me. I stumble away, moving away from his grasp.

"No, I couldn't. Not after you had looked at me that way— like you had seen me." He chokes out, as if he's disgusted with himself. With what he had felt that day. A tortured demon indeed.

"You had whispered those things to me— had read the warnings on the book. And yet," he shakes his head with a pained smile. His eyes slowly go back to red, as he looks at me with shame.

"When I realized who your father was," he laughs bitterly, as if it was something he had thought nonstop about. "I thought 'how fucking cruel can Mother Nature be?' This beautiful girl frees me, not knowing what the fuck she's doing. You don't realize what you've unleashed on the world— I had laughed about it at first." He whispers as his eyes get glassy, as if he felt empty just talking about it. My lips were trembling, and I felt as if I couldn't speak. Stupid fucking crush.

"But then, after I had stopped laughing— I realized that I hadn't killed you." He gulps and looks up at me slowly, territorially. "And then I realized why I hadn't killed you."

By now I had enough, raising my hand to silence him.

"Let me guess," I put a finger to my lips as I act like I'm thinking about it. "Demon meets girl, girl treats demon like he has good in him and so the demon finally feels good about himself? So he keeps the girl around until she's tired of being in his debt? Is that why you aren't calling in any favors?" I snap, walking closer to him. He shakes his head, strong jaw clenching.

"Sounds like a fucking horror film. One where the girl dies in the end anyway." I say as he looks at me in that intense way that he always does.

"No— I wasn't going to help you find your father at all at first. I just— I saw you standing out there like a lost deer, so innocent—" I laugh sourly at what he was saying. The words were like a slap to my face. With an iron skillet, heated to the touch.

"I couldn't leave you alone." He says softly as I look at him in anger. He looks so lost— confused at what he claims he feels. At why he did what he did— I haven't even had a moment to think about why I was even angry. I just knew that he had kept something from me.

"Well, you should've." I snarl, turning to walk out of his tent, furious. I hear him shout, and then I feel his arm circle around my waist, grimoire falling to the ground after I'm pulled in his direction.

"Wait." He murmurs softly as he turns me around like a rag doll.

"So what? So you can tell me about how much you wanted to kill me? Use me? To—" I'm cut off as his eyes look at me longingly.

"Just one." He mutters, glancing at my lips as I still. I can feel the tension in me arise as I realize what he's asking.

"Kiss me?" I say astonished that he'd even requested a kiss at the moment. I could slap him silly and send him right back to where he came from. His lips flicker up in his usual wicked smile.

"I thought you'd never ask." He says, voice rumbling in his chest. Without another thought, I feel the sensation of his lips press onto mine.

Mint coolness caresses my bottom lip as he gently bites it, pulling my mouth open without permission. I make a sound deep in my throat, like protest— but realize what my problem is.

I want this. I have been wanting this since I met him. The attraction was there— I just needed to know him— but with everything going on, was I going to give into this?

My eyes flutter shut as he grasps my face with his large tattooed hands, tongue entering my mouth and caressing me. I tremble at the sensation, wanting more. Needing more.

I feel him taking me steps backward, backing me into what I thought was the bed. I don't think about his movements as I move my lips against his, yearning for more of the icy passion. The angry kiss was probably the best kiss I've ever felt, ever wanted. The feeling of craving him, thinking of him within every thought since I met him— it was driving me wild. Even as the thoughts of why my father would have locked him up surface in my mind, I push them away. Intruding thoughts on my time, not now.

I disconnect with his lips, breathing in his scent as he kisses down my neck, finding the spot that feels good. A sound comes out of my mouth— a whimper, as he continues to suck on my sweet spot, gently raking his fangs over it. I throw my head back, giving him access as he guides me to the mattress. My eyes are still closed as my back touches his bed, sweet spot still being tormented. I open my eyes slightly, most of my eyelid still dropping in pleasure. He comes up and looks at me with such longing— I feel the familiar pulse in between my legs start to heat up as my cheeks flush.

He traces my lip with his finger, and then wraps his hand around my throat gently. He bites his lip as hair falls onto his forehead, moving in to go for another kiss. His hand traces my rib cage, gently gliding over my peaked breasts. I let out a shaky breath, realizing how I'd never let it get this far with anyone. But yet, I felt so ready. More ready than I had ever felt.

I furrow my eyebrows slightly, realizing what was happening.

You're ready to give yourself to a source of evil. An evil that your father had trapped years ago.

Goosebumps litter my skin as his hips meet with mine— and I feel exactly what he has in his pants. I bite my lip in discomfort at the sensation of how wet I'm becoming. He clenches his jaw, releasing my throat. I look up at him in confusion as he goes in for one more kiss, this one a quick small one.

"I'm going to have you—" he clenches his jaw harder, as if to control his temptation. "After we find your dad— and there are no more worries on your pretty little mind; I'm going to fuck you, exactly as I need to, exactly like you want me to. Let's see if you find it in yourself to resist me—" he growls out, squeezing my hip with one hand. "Keep making those sounds and I won't be able to resist you." He puts his forehead on mine, closing his eyes. Concentrating himself.

My hand is wrapped around his large bicep, and the other on his muscular chest. The body of a beast, I craved him inside of me. I hadn't even known what that felt like yet— but I was ravenous for it. For him. He was a man in every way except for the one that mattered. His soul.

Untangling myself from him was a hard thing to do, but it would've been harder to keep humiliating myself as I was.

I knew what he was, and I let it get that far.

I curse, sending a searing look his way. He chuckles slightly as I start to walk away from him. I don't even find it in me to say anything, to defend what I had just allowed to happen. What I wanted to happen.

I bend down quickly to pick up the grimoire and continue with my march of shame.

"Resist me as much as you can, doll. It won't be long until I have you wrapped around me—" I tune out his words as I put my middle finger up over my shoulder. The last thing I hear is his soft, taunting laughter as I walk out of his tent.

I had some studying to do— studying without interruption of a intense demon trying to make grabs for my heart. And everything that came with it.

I had some serious work to do.

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