A Dance With The Devil (A Sylus - Love and Deepspace Fanfiction)

One Way Or Another...

AUTHORS NOTE: You will have to have read through Sylus' complete story line to begin reading

The incident at The Nest had me shaken up. I was currently at the Onychinus base in the N109 Zone. Sylus, their leader and king of the N109 Zone wanted to use me to resonate with him, but failed to do so because of how I felt towards him. He is trying day by day to make himself more likeable and try to win me over. He teases and asserts his dominance often, but he could never really hurt me. 

Over the weeks we started getting to know each other better. He slowly let his guard down and could start to see the person deep inside, and not just the monster I was led to believe he was. I grew attached to him, to my own detriment. But I still couldn't tell if he actually wanted me, or was trying to woo me for my Evol. 

Sylus brought home some Chinese food for myself, Luke and Kieran. I sat in his office eating while he worked. 

"Enjoying the food?" Sylus asked looking at me. 

With a mouth full of noodles, I looked up at him. 

"Mhm!" 

He leaned back in his chair and looked at me seriously. 

"Then maybe you should pay me back for it." He said seriously. 

I stopped eating mid bite and spit the rest into the container. placing the container of chow mein on his desk. I was broke and hadn't been to work in close to three weeks. 

"I don't have the money to pay you back Sylus," I said. 

He chuckled, clearly not understanding his innuendo. 

"Come here. Take a seat, Kitten," he says with a sly smile.

He pats his lap gesturing me to sit on it. I look at him with a confused expression.

"Hell no." 

Sylus chuckled at my refusal. It wasn't often that he got rejected. 

"Don't be shy, Sweetie. Come on, I won't bite." He pats his lap again, this time more insistently. 

There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to sleep with him. He was incredible sexy, and being around him was like a drug, so intense, so addicting. 

"Why should I?" I asked him coyly. 

Sylus leaned back in his chair, his expression turning more serious.

"Because I said so. I want you to sit on my lap. And I always get what I want in the end, Sweetie." 

I rolled my eyes and cross my arms over my chest, "And what about what I want?", asking him an honest question. 

Sylus smirked, enjoying my stubbornness, he liked the challenge I presented. 

"Oh, I'm sure you want many things, Sweetie. But right now, I want you to do as I say. And I think you secretly want to sit on my lap too. I've seen the way you've looked at me these last few week, you can't resist me, Kitten," he said. 

I couldn't deny, after everything we've been through, I found his arrogance slightly charming. I walk over to him reluctantly, and stand in front of him. I bend down to become eye level with him. 

"What's going on in there anyway?" I asked pointing to his forehead.

Sylus' smirk widened as I approached him. He reached out and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"Ah, so you do have a bit of obedience in you. As for what's going on in here..." he tapped his temple, "It's just me, thinking about how cute you are when you're defiant." 

"Don't touch me Sylus...please," I said unhappily. 

The last thing I wanted was a man who I couldn't figure out to put me in a situation with no way out. The truth is, I wanted him to touch me. The problem was, if he started, I don't know if I had the will power to stop. 

Sylus chuckled again, his grip on my waist tightening slightly in protest. 

"Oh, come on. Don't be so grumpy with me. I'm just trying to have a little fun with you. And you're so easy to tease." 

I grab hold of his hands and remove them from my hips, as I turn away from him. 

"Sylus, I said, no, I'm not playing," I said seriously. 

Sylus' smirk faded as I grabbed his hands and moved them away. He wasn't used to be denied like this. So bluntly. He sucked his teeth.

"Tsk, so stubborn. You know, most women would be begging for my attention right now." 

Without turning to face him I answered, "Yeah, well I'm not most people, Sylus. When are you going to understand that?" I walked away from him very upset. 

Sylus watched as I walked away, his expression darkening slightly. He wasn't used to being rejected by anyone, let alone me, someone he wanted so badly. He stood up and walked over to me, his steps slow and deliberate.

"Oh, I understand that you're not most people. But you're still mine, Kitten, whether you like it or not." 

I couldn't tell if he meant I was his, as in his property or someone he really wanted. It was too hard to tell with him.

"Well maybe your kitten wants you to ask for her permission before you touch her," I say to him almost in a whisper.    

Sylus walked from behind me to in front of me, his eyes narrowing slightly. 

"You want me to ask for permission? Alright then. May I touch you?" 

"No." 

Sylus clenched his jaw, clearly frustrated by my continued resistance. 

"Why not? Don't you want to have some fun here? I just want to touch you, Kitten. Is that really too much to ask?" he said tracing my arm with his hand, close enough for me to feel his heat, but wasn't touching me. 

"When I want you to, I will let you. But right now, Sylus, I just want to be alone," I said looking away from him. 

Sylus sighed in frustration, his patience wearing thin. 

"You're so difficult, you know that? Fine, I'll let you be for now. But don't think this the end of it. I always get what I want, one way or another." He said voice getting deeper and darker. 

He steps aside and allows me to exit his office.