Passion

Chapter 1 (F)

TICK! TICK! TICK!

You threw the dagger in your hand in frustration and watched as the clock's glass face rained down, creating mini rainbows as the light from the setting sun passed through them. The clock sound irritated you.

Nothing you thought of worked. Physical force did nothing to your captor, and he didn't seem to have any emotions except lust and keeping you unharmed. The rare moments when his facial expression changed terrified you, as it was glee in ' punishing' you for whatever escape attempt you made. You had tried to stab him, and every blade shattered. You tried to cut your wrists to get him to take you to a hospital, but with a lick on the wound from him, your injuries had healed, and then he punished you for harming yourself. Shivers ran down your spine as you thought of it. Now you were throwing tantrums to give him more work to do or to piss him off like he annnoyed you but nothng fazed him.

The male's eyes did not rise from the book in his hands until you rose to clean up your mess. His long tail suddenly wrapped around your waist and yanked you to sit beside him. You glared at him.

His apathy also annoyed you.

"Let me go, you sick demonic...fuck!" you yelled as you struggled to get away.

Luscious sighed and tightened his grip on you, squeezing until you gasped and stopped. The book closed loudly and was tossed somewhere as he pinned you beneath him, your hands above your head. "Irritable love?"

You growled as you struggled against him. A moan instantly escaped you as he bit into the black tattoo-like mark on the back of the lower part of your neck. Luscious chuckled and mischievously nibbled on it and marked your shoulder with kisses. He licked your cheek before whispering in your ear. "You no longer smell of blood; I assume your cycle is finished?"

You shook your head and grew frantic as your breaths shortened. "N-no, please no, not now!" Three days after he had taken your virginity, your period came, thankfully. Your cycle lasted 7 days, but this was the 3rd day after your period; you were fertile. You could not let this demon make you pregnant. He had given you pads and suspiciously spoiled you with snacks, and your every complaint was quickly solved.

The male's head raised as he felt the tension and panic in your body. He shushed you and stilled. "What's wrong, mate?"

Despite your hatred, your body leaned into his touch and instantly calmed as his free hand caressed your cheek. Tears brimmed in your eyes, making your vision blurry. Why were you so weak to this hell spawn? Your rage was disappearing quickly. Only this pitiful crying expression made him pause. The fucking sicko. This was disgusting. What did he do to you?

"I-I don't want children."

"For now, I can continue using protection,"

" I don't ever want children, Luscious or you to fuck me. Please don't make me," you said, trying to sound especially pitiful near the end. Other than sex and constant touching, he had never physically hurt you or retaliated. You were honestly expecting more abuse. This was a demon after all.

He had pampered you during your bad menstrual days when you were especially weak. Even when you had used knives to slice him or stab him uselessly, he healed from any damage instantly. You were still extremely wary of him. He had kidnapped and raped you. That would never be forgiven.

His eyebrows raised in curiosity. "No biological children? I don't mind. We won't have any. Protection and rhythm method it is. I'll give you all my love and attention then,"

He cooed at you before resuming attacking your other shoulder.

"Nnn, get o-ugh," you groaned as his free hand slipped beneath your shirt and bra, coaxing your nipple to hardness and caressing your breast. Your back arched as he bit your chest through the shirt. Your hands balled into fists as he sucked on the hardened bud through the shirt material.