Tied to the devil

Kiss

Maia POV

It's been a few days since the incident, and I have finally decided to go and see Carlos. Sienna told me he was doing alright considering and the wound is healing quickly. She said he will be back to his normal dickish self in a week or so.

I walk down the long corridors to his room, the last time I was in there was when we were having sex, this is going to be weird.

Knocking lightly on the door, I hear Carlos's mutter 'come in'. I open the door seeing him working or something on his laptop shirtless I might add.

Those tattoos, oh my god.

He doesn't spare a glance from his laptop, so he doesn't know it's me yet. My palms get sweaty, is it hot in here or just me?

"What do you want?" he speaks probably wondering why someone entered and didn't say anything. Honestly, I don't know what I am going to say, I just came in. Damn I should have made up a reason to come in.

When I don't respond he finally looks up from his screen. "Maia" he mutters, I shuffle awkwardly not really knowing what to say back.

Get your shit together Maia.

"Come" he ushers me towards him. Shit I have no idea what he wants. I reluctantly move in his direction; he then pats the empty space on the bed next to him wanting me to sit down.

I sit down on the edge as far away from his as I can. "Why did you come?" he asks softly, why he is being nice all of a sudden. "I-I don't know" I stammer. "Yes, you do" he opposes as if he knows my mind better than I do.

I look at him confused; he still holds so much power in his crippled state. "The thing is Maia you don't want to admit to yourself why you are here because you are disappointed in yourself" he councils cockily.

Fuck. Is he right? Why did I come here if not to see him?

I just want to scream, run get away from him but I am addicted. I hardly know him, but I can't get away. Why does shit like this always happen?

He puts his laptop to the side giving me his full attention. "So, mi amore what is it?" he questions using the pet's name I love so much. He only ever used that when we were having sex.

I stare right at his face looking for clues as to what he is feeling. He's so closed off I can't read the man. He tilts his head suggestively wanting my answer.

"I don't know Carlos. I guess it's just a thing decent people do when someone is hurt." I'm actually not lying about that. "Kiss me" he says nonchalantly.

"Wh-what no" I stutter in completely shock at his words. Why would I kiss him? I don't want to, do I?

Does he want me to kiss him?

He stares at me not giving anything away. "I said kiss me mi amore, you can leave after" he smirks watching my response. I'm not going to do that, he hurt me, he's keeping me captive, he's, he's evil.

His better side arm grabs my waist pulling me closer to him. I attempt to pry of his hand wanting to get away. I need air. "Kiss me or I will punish you for calling me a fucking idiot."

Oh, shit I completely forgot about that.

I whip my head around seeing he is deadly serious about punishing me. I don't want to be hurt again but I don't want to kiss him either. I way up my options in my head deciding the one where I don't get hurt is the best choice. The sooner I do as he says the sooner, I can leave.

I shouldn't have come in here.

Apprehensively I go closer to him, he pulls me on top, so I am straddling his legs. His eyes lock with mine as I dip my head down giving him a quick peck on the lips before trying to escape his grasps. His grip tightens on my hips not letting me leave, "you said I could leave once I kissed you. I did, so let me leave" I demand annoyed he is going against his word.