Asmodeus- the God of LUST ✅

2. New day old me

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I was still cornered by this man, his dark hooded whiskey staring right into my soul, traveling down to my parted lips, making me take a shaky breath. I don't know what goes in his head but the way he has pinned me to this wall and the way he is staring at me right now... I can only guess one thing, he can feel the energy, the heat between us, the same way I am feeling this.

His knuckles are brushing the apple of my cheek so softly making me forget we were close, so damn close at a public place where anybody could see us. Making me forget how he gets on my nerves, how he annoys the hell out of me, how he runs his mouth only to piss me off.

Closing my eyes I feel his cold fingers run down to my throat, his fingers curling so softly at the hot skin, his thumb playing with my bottom lip, "Blue," his voice came out so breathless that I find myself leaning into his soft touch, electricity running through my bones at every small touch.

'He should not make me feel this way, he should not touch me, not after what he did' I tell myself numerous times, and yet here I am, liking, loving every touch of his.

The thumb which was delicately brushing my bottom lip was now moving down my jawline, his breath so close to me that I could smell him. Mint, brandy, wood. Something so addictive. I feel his thumb and fingers putting pressure on my throat, and with a jerk, I open my eyes.

Remembering that day...

The pressure of his fingers intensifies, but he's still careful, not to hurt me... I bring my lips down to his arm holding my throat, I watch his eyes follow me, grazing my lips softly on his arm as he loosens his grip and his thumb reaches my lips again. Licking the base of his thumb I find him shuddering.

He was unguarded, completely oblivious to my devious intentions. I sink my teeth into the softness of his flesh biting hard. A shriek of pain leaves his mouth as he pushes himself back, freeing my captivated body, squirming like a dying fish in pain, spitting cuss words at me. 

"Loser," I say walking my way to the class. It wasn't the best day, but it wasn't the worst too, not yet.

Being successfully done with the first half of the day without any more drama feels like an achievement. Despite being in pain and irritated, I waited for Taehyung to get some food. If he doesn't appear soon, I'll be hangry, and he will never be able to bear the hangry me wrath.

He's usually on time but he had to make me wait today of all days... And now I'm standing here by our car waiting for him like an idiot. Not even Sana, Min, or Zhi are here, they texted me about getting stuck in their work and classes. Poor me.

My phone rang loud and I could the vibrations in my back pocket as I retrieve it. Taking a glance at the screen, I squint my eyes, my father never calls me this late. It's almost midnight over there and he should be asleep by now. And him calling me is a rare occurrence.

In the past, he would either tell his butler or driver to transfer the information to me, or he would simply leave a note or text. He only calls for a reason or on any special occasion which is now worrying me.

I know I have never been the ideal daughter he ought me to be but I was never the bad one as well. Raising a daughter being a single dad must be hard, I know, even harder than building his empire for him, but it wasn't my fault for being born. I had a few friends back in Canada, and they too would pick on me for not having a mother or a neglecting father. So I stopped making friends altogether until I came here.