Haven And Chaos

38) Devil playing Angel

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MAYA'S POV
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Lying was the only way to save my ass.
Gale had looked like he'd murder me the next second. If I were to confirm his suspicions, I feared I'd end up behind bars or in some dark room as punishment.
'I'm sorry Nikolai.'

"When did you get close to him? You've been here no more than a fortnight!" Gale demanded suddenly leaking fury.
Did he have no shame or pity at all? He had just strangled me half to death. My throat was still on fire from his attack.

I glared at Gale, feeling fed up with his intrusion. He was asking that kind of question as if it was a crime to get laid. Did his conscious not scold him for acting righteous?
"Answer me!" He snapped, his ears already reddish from the anger that must have been boiling in his veins.

"Last week!" I yelled in return. "We did it last week. And...and...we were going to do it...today."
'Yes, keep lying. Keep pushing him Maya dearest,' a voice encouraged me in my head sounding eviler than the devil's whispers.

Gale sneered turning away. "I get it now. So he's the reason you wanted your phone. You're truly a whore."

"A whore?!" I repeated, my voice breaking with miserable emotions. He would have called me so many other names, why was he constantly calling me a whore?

"Yes." He faced me, his damp wavy hair dangling down the right side of his face to cover his eye, giving him an emo look. "A loose one at that. Who else have you slept with, hm? Two, three, all of them?"

Like jolts of electricity, the purest and hottest waves of anger traveled through every nerve in my body from my chest. My hands trembled and my lower lip quaked against the upper one. My brain felt like it was about to explode from its overheating as all vulgar insults overflowed into it.
And without thinking anything sensible, my right hand swept the air from one direction to the other until it was stopped by a soft warm wall.

*Smack*
It rang out as my palm flattened hard on Gale's left cheek, leaving behind needles of pain.
"You're the biggest scumbag on earth!" I screamed after slapping him.

He went still. Quiet. And less angry.
For twenty seconds, Gale said nor did anything, just stared into my eyes as my handprint began to take shape on his skin.
I should have left. I knew I should have. But my legs were already numb as my senses slowly slipped back in place.
He was bigger than me.
Stronger than me.
Taller than me.
There was no way I'd overpower him if he decided to get physical with me.

Why the fuck had I slapped someone I couldn't defeat?

"You just..." His eyes dropped to my aching hand before a crazed smile curved on his lips. Gently, Gale took my right hand in his and his gaze sought out mine.
I jerked my arm but his grip tightened around my wrist.

He brought my palm closer to his face and I began panicking. "Le-let go. We're even. You've just chok-" He lifted it in the air as if to slap himself with my palm, making me look away in a flinch. But to my greatest shock, there was no pain, just...licking.

"Look at your poor hand. You've hit me so hard that it's turning red," he said licking here and there all over my palm.
It was ticklish and damn creepy. And when the two mixed, my pussy could only clench from being reminded of the way his tongue had brought me pleasure the other night.
The mighty Gale had sunk between my thighs and ate me up like some delicious snack. If he ever knew that it actually happened...

"Don't! Stop!" I tried yanking my palm from his face.

"What? Every man out there can touch you but I can't? Do I disgust you?" He wasn't flirting, no. The hidden murderous intent in his eyes and voice could only do the opposite of turning me on.
I wanted to get far away from him. "I don't want to sleep here any-"

I was suddenly tugged.
My upper body went slamming into Gale's chest, gasps escaping my gaped mouth.
His right hand slithered its way into my hair from the back of my head, holding my temple against his chest firmly.

"Oh Maya, you're really something. I just remembered something." His tone was awfully collected, making it sound even more vile. "I've never seen you naked, right?"

I shook my head against his chest, swallowing a lump formed by my nervousness.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes!" I assured boldly.

If only he knew how liquid my braveness was on the inside he'd pity me and send me back to my room.
Gale's fingers moved about my scalp as if massaging me. From afar, one would think that we were a loving couple sharing a small talk with Gale holding me so close. But if they'd look keenly, they'd see Gale's other hand sliding between my thighs and separating them roughly. "Then you don't mind me checking something, right?"

"Ch-che-check what?" I stammered as his hand slowed when approaching my covered womanhood. His finger poked my left inner thigh, right where...my birthmark was.

"I saw something that evening as the sun illuminated our bodies while integrating into one."

"No don-" I attempted to push his hand out of my thighs but he instantly grabbed the flesh of my left thigh harshly. I squealed in pain and consequently turned and bit the fabric protecting his chest. A little more and I'd have bit his flesh.

"Shh... I'm not a stranger now, am I? You can think of this as a doctor's examination of you're self-conscious about me seeing any parts of you that are-" he said all this while sliding his hand under the band of my pajamas, "-only meant for your fucktoys."

The other hand left my hair and slid to wind on my waist. Using it, Gale lifted me off the bed by an inch so that the hand in my pants could slide them down.

"No!" I cried again, digging my teary eyes into his hard chest. I had to feign shame and embarrassment. Things that I had forfeited a year ago when I became a stripper.
Would it work on Gale?
I had my doubts, but I was determined to act as innocent as possible for I couldn't forcefully stop him. Now that would make him even more suspicious.
"This is wrong," I whimpered grabbing the short arms of his t-shirt and clinging to them dramatically. "You can't do th-this to m-"

"Oh shut up, will you! If a boy left all these marks on you, only proves that you had no problem being touched. So why act like a whore with them and come here to play virgin, hm?"

My pajamas were now close to my knees, but I had already crossed and closed my thighs, trapping his hand in between them.
"Let go, Maya," Gale directed, his breaths starting to grow shallow.

"No?" I cried.

"Release my damn-" he pulled up and his thumb accidentally swept along my moist slit. That monetary sensation instantly paralyzed both of us.
With my head glued to Gale's chest, I quickly picked up the change in his heartbeats, bringing an evil smile to my lips.

'Should I scare him with my immoral demon since the scared angel isn't working?'