Incubus

16

"My love, we both know you don't want a good guy. After all, you summoned me."

He smirked, dark eyes pinning her down and penetrating her very soul.

"I've been watching you very closely since the night you summoned me." He leaned in closer, his lips mere centimeters from hers. The oxygen escaped her lungs.

His warm breath caressed her lips. She almost expected him to lean in— to lean in and steal her first kiss. But at the last second, he turned his head away. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She must've been easy to read because his full lips formed into a cocky smirk.

"You pretend to be disinterested, but I know you want nothing more than for me to push you against the counter and have my way with you." He murmured in her ear, hips pressing her into the wall. Her cheeks flushed with both arousal and indignation.

"You're wrong." She denied, shaking her dark head defiantly as anger and helplessness seized her.

Cain chuckled lowly, leaning in close so that he was murmuring lowly against her neck— "I'm wrong in many ways, Celia. And that's exactly what you like."

Her breathing paused.

"You want to be tamed, you want to be tainted." His lips brushed softly against her throbbing pulse.

She was fighting every cell in her body that desired him, but her resolve was quickly dissolving.

"You love the chase."

His lips latched onto her collarbone, sucking. She gasped, arching her back.

"No-one else has been able to tame you. And that's why I'm here."

He pulled away with a smirk, leaving her breathless against the counter.

She tried to summon the willpower to say something, anything, to deny his claims. To no avail. He had cruelly hit the nail on the head. He had unwittingly pointed out the feelings she staunchly refused to admit.

"We both know that pretty boy in there isn't what you need. You need feral. Unhinged. In control." He lifted her chin up, staring deep into her eyes. Burning fire against earthy brown.

"You need me."

The truth of his words sent shivers down Celia's spine. Sent chills to her very bones. But she didn't want to accept his words, for that would be admitting defeat. And that would mean giving in to him. She clenched her fists and the resolve within her hardened.

"I don't need any man. And I certainly don't need you." She snarled and reached blindly behind the counter. Adrenaline and anger guided her to grab the handle of the large pan she'd seen earlier.

With a snarl, she made a whacking motion in his direction. She watched as the pan hit him square in his rock hard stomach. It sounded like hitting metal. He remained undeterred, unbothered. She slowly met his gaze, swallowing hard.

The look in his burning amber eyes was absolutely murderous, his lips formed into a menacing smile.

Run.