Mephisto's Precious Black Beauty (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Eighteen ~Game Plan, And An Invite To Dinner With MotherDearest~

~Violets Pov~

                    "well, I'm glad she's gone. I've always hated her." I said in a distasteful tone. I walked over to the elegant rose, and picked it up, only for a letter to fall out from the petals. I looked suspiciously at the gray later that lay on the magenta rug. I felt Mephisto kneel down beside me, and pick it up with his long slender fingers, I could tell they were even with them being gloved.  it was just a feeling. I blushed remembering what I had just previously said about loving Mephisto out in the open. I didn't know what else to say, or how to say it, I new I had to eventually,  but I was hoping it would have came out a bit differently.

"Hmmm, it seems that the writing on this letter says quote on qoute, "Violet Rose Roseline, let Sir. Pheles the right to have his way with you, and do many naughty things with him-"

"Stop right there Meph, I know god damn well, that, that peice of paper, does not say the load of shit that you're spilling out, so hand it over." I said harshly, and aggressively. glaring at him.

"oh feisty hm? I like the fiesty ones." he licked his lips, and walked closer to me. if was like he didnt even realise I was there, he almost walked on me. I was up against, yet another wall, as he looked at me devilishly. he propped his hands a yop of mine, placing them above my head.

"Mephisto, not now, please?" I jerked trying to break free from his deathly grasp. with now luck. and I thought I was strong, was I wrong with that on so many levels.

"You want this letter, you have to kiss me for it." his eyes went dark.  his lips curved upward. his fangs seemed to slightly pop out. "Then maybe I'll consider giving it to you." he said in a rough playful tone. his eyes wondered my face, going from my light green, to my cheeks, to my red lips, to my neck.  he leaned in, slowly and lightly grazing his teeth over my bare skin. his tongue slowly circling his target spot. I gasped holding in a moan.

"Mephisto,  please." i forcefully said gritting my teeth. he moved in closer, closing in the space between our bodies. he grinned down at me.

"As I said before, love, kiss me, and perhaps you shall receive." he taunted rubbing my cheek with his oun. his hand glided down my waist playing with the buckle of my leather belt. he then bit my lip. "So tell me, was what you said true?" he whispered just barley in my ear.

"ya, so what?" I admitted taking a hold of the peice of paper in his hands. he didnt seem to mind, however, he did like what I had to say, for he took the chance and smacked his lips against mine. it was rough and sloppy, but it was nice. he bit my lip roughly, and demanded for entrance. I willingly did so, and he smirked. our tongues smacked against eachother like rapids. I wrapped my legs aroung his waist, as he pushed harder on me.

This moment was perfect. it was everything id ever wanted. I couldn't have asked for anything else. the touch of his skin was like silk, his lips wee like flower petals.

usually it would be the girl gasping for air, but in this case, it was him, sence I don't require air to survive.

"That was, exhilarating! I've honestly got to say, you know how to please a man with that tongue of yours, may I add, love."  he said biting his lip looking at me with cloudy eyes. 

"Big brother, why are you holding Violet like that? were you playing a game of some sort? may I join? it looked fun!" Amaimon said bluntly. with as usual, no emotion. he stood in th hall way arms down to his sides with no expression, though his eyes looked intrigued in our actions.

"Amaimon, no. this is for grown ups, and you are far that im afraid." Mephisto said rudly,  holding onto me tightly, and protectivly. I uncooked my legs from him.