The Handsome Devil

Chapter 61 - On the edge

Victoria hardly registered the devil approaching until he grabbed her ankle and roughly pulled her body closer to the edge of the bed.

There was no time to think nor act as his muscled form straddled her, but she did catch a glimpse of the raw desire in his eyes. Whatever pretence he was putting on for Victoria was gone, and the familiar roughness felt soothing and scary at the same time.

"Tell me," He whispered with a malicious smirk before leaning closer to her ear. "What is it you want from me?"

She let out an audible gasp at the daring question but remained silent, which prompted Max to gently bite the exposed skin of her neck.

She frantically searched her mind for the right reply, hoping to sound sexy yet not desperate. However, when his hungry gaze tore into her again, all that came out was a pathetic stutter. "Y-you... I want you" 

It was as if time froze, and she instantly felt blush creep into her cheeks.

You?! Wtf?

There was no saying where did the words come from, but there was little to do about it now. Just pray you didn't kill the mood. She mustered the courage to look up to him, half expecting to find an amused smirk. Instead, his face was as motionless and handsome as ever.

There was the longest of silences as they starred into each others' eyes, but eventually Max's lips parted into a faint smile before leaning in for a kiss.

Suffice to say, Victoria was confused. But before her brain could overanalyze the heck out of the small gesture, the devil's hand demandingly squeezing her bare backside brought her to reality.

Or was it the other way around?

She found herself returning the kiss with none the less passion, and her hands slid under the fabric of his opened shirt to pull him closer.

For the few seconds that she slipped out of the ecstatic haze, her mind wandered to Nietzsche's book again.

Can she still leave this with her morality intact?

When it feels so good.

Although she's never been much religious, there must be a special kind of hell for people like her. Or at least a commandment or something.

Like, 'Thou shall not lieth with the murderer'.

She let out a giggle as the devil's breath tickled the spot right under her earlobe, but it soon changed into faint aroused moans when he moved to attend to her erect nipples.

Do I smell hypocrisy here? Her consciousness peeped in at the back of her mind, breaking her out of the spell again. 'Cause I know there's blood on your hands too.

Her eyes opened and focused on the white ceiling, Max's lips making their way down her stomach in oblivion.

There was no denying the claim. Although she understood Deya's innocence when it came to Timmy, her mother, or any of Max's victims, she also remembered Gabriel. After all, that's the whole reason Victoria came to life.

Then again, denying that it happened has never been her purpose. She was here because she's strong enough to face it. And that's why she lifted her hips and let the devil discard her panties with teasing slowness.

If I'm about to burn for eternity, I might as well get something out of it.

But then, right as she readied herself to give in, the room filled with a cheerful beeping.

"Fuck" There was few seconds of rustling as the warmth of his body left her, and she heard him follow by throwing his phone across the room in irritation.