Deal With The Devil ~DarkiplierxReader~

Chapter 4

"Don't worry darling. We'll be together soon. Forever."

His muscular arms wrapped around my waist, holding onto me tightly. I felt tremendous pressure against my hip bones as he squeezed.

"Don't look so scared, kitten. I'm not going to cause you any harm. Not yet at least."

The man smiled at me, his pearly white teeth contrasting with his dark suit. His canines looked sharper than normal. They reminded me of vampire fangs, sharp enough to cut through my skin if he so wished. His right hand trailed up from my hips, cupping my cheek. My face felt hot. Dangerously hot. I thought my skin would melt off at any given moment. Salty tears pricked my eyes, but I couldn't pull away. I was captivating.

The tall male leaned in, and I could feel his hot breath on my face. My chest tightened as I refused to breath. I watched him carefully. I could see his eyes trailing up and down my body, tracing every curve and crevice along the way, until his eyes finally landed on my lips.

I still didn't know this mans name, yet here I was, allowing him to look me up and down and hold me as if I were his property. He leaned down to my height and pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. It hurt like hell. I yelped, trying to jerk away only to be held in place by his arm still around my waist.

"Don't look so frightened." He chuckled, amusement dancing around in his now black irises. "You made a deal with the devil, so now you'll pay the price."

I woke up from my dream panting. Sweat rolled down my temple, and my (hair length) hair stuck to my skin. I raised my shaky hand to bottom lip. When my fingers pressed against my lips, it hurt like hell. I felt a sticky substance on my finger tips. I knew it wasn't saliva.

I drew in a shaky breath to calm myself. 'When I pull my hand away, my fingertips will be clean,' I thought to myself. 'This is all in my head. I'm imagining this.'

I moved my fingers away, staring at them intensely. Blood rolled down my finger tips. My lip was bleeding. Maybe this entire situation wasn't in all in my head. I did make a deal with the devil, that I knew. However, I was trying to convince myself that this was fake. I was trying to convince myself that I hadn't managed to get myself tied to Satan's son himself.

"But you have sweetheart." That demented voice laughed in my head again. "You're mine now. Mine and only mine! Forever!"

"Shut up! You're lying!" I caught myself screaming aloud for my entire household to hear. Hopefully luck would be on my side and no one heard me.

"If you don't believe me, go look at your lip." I could sense pride and amusement laced in his tone of voice. Although I hated to admit it, he had a nice voice. It was smooth and deep like dark chocolate pudding.

I slowly stood up from my bed, ignoring the anxious feeling that made my knees shake. Each step towards my bedroom mirror felt like an eternity. My fingers moved back up to my bottom lip, pulling it down so I could see. The inside of my lip was bruised with bite marks from the man's fangs. In black cursive writing, the name 'Dark' was etched across my lip.

"I guess I can't deny this anymore." I thought with a sigh. Reality suddenly came crashing down on my shoulders making it hard to breath. I made a deal with the devil, and that deal became much more that what it was supposed to be. Instead of a date, I had practically been given to a demon that I now knew as Dark. "Life is about to become interesting."