The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

He questioned mockingly, “You were saying?”

“I-I… I…” She opened her mouth to utter something, but words failed her as she stammered, unable to say anything substantial.

“If you must know this, Ariana, I don’t take no for an answer and I always get what I want. I want you and I must have you,” said Kelvin with a tone full of firmness. There was no way the former would allow himself to lose to a mere professor.

The latter wasn’t even as rich as he was. He wondered what she saw in him. He was dirt poor, ill-mannered, rude and undeserving of a woman as beautiful and sophisticated as Ariana.

Their eyes snapped to the duo’s direction. Ariana didn’t expect them to still be there. What was wrong with these people? What part of “no” didn’t they understand? Were they that daft?

“Then be prepared to die.” A cold and sharp voice rumbled. The tone with which he said it caused shivers to barrel up their spine like a tsunami. His pronouncement along with the menacing glare he sent them produced a terrifying chill in their bodies.

Who was this man? And how could he threaten people boldly? And why did his declarations always incite a sense of mortal terror within them? He appeared harmless but carried in him a deadly countenance.

No, he wouldn’t let himself be frightened by a mere professor. It’s not like the former could actually kill him. He was obviously making mere threats.

Kelvin pondered on what to do to Blake. A smile became etched on his lips when a sinister thought became inscribed in his mind.

He would scheme out for his assassination and give him an agonizing death. He would make the latter beg for his life, but he would not harken to his pleas.

And before his very eyes, he would watch him draw his last breath. By then, he wouldn’t be so tough.

That would teach him to bridle his tongue and not to go against people above his class. And in his next life, if he had one, he would thread with caution.

By that time, Ariana would be his and his alone. He would always be there for her, to comfort her, make her happy and slowly, she would forget about the latter and eventually fall in love with him.

I’m a genius! She’s going to be mine! He thought, his eyes brimming with excitement.

Blake’s eyes reddened with fury upon hearing his inner thought. The latter thinks he can slay him, but what he didn’t know was he was going to be executed instead.

For daring to harbor vicious thoughts against him, his death would be brutal. He made up his mind to slay both father and son. The world would be a better place without them.

“I advise you to let go, cause I don’t think you would want to die over a woman that you can’t have. You’re just like your dad, you both don’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer. He still can’t accept the fact that Dionne rejected him for Nate.

“He still thinks, ‘wasn’t I good enough for her?’ But the thing is you really weren’t good enough. And do you know what you would always be? A loser, that’s what you are. What’s worse is being a loser who doesn’t know when to stop…” He trailed off, taunting Tyler.

Tyler’s face went crimson with anger as he pointed at Blake angrily, “How dare you? You foul-mouthed pauper!”

“At least I’m not a LOSER?” He smirked, stressing the word “loser”.

“Your dad was lucky to have kept his life, you might not be so lucky. Leave while you still can, and don’t do anything to incur my wrath. You won’t like it when I get mad.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“You will hear from me soon, Drake. And I would make you regret ever crossing paths with me. Threatening and insulting me and my dad was the worst mistake of your life, and I would make you pay for every vile utterances you made today. This I promise you,” he avowed, clenching and unclenching his jaw with rage. A terrible fate awaits you, Drake!

“Oooh, I’m scared. I’m so scared. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to offend you rich people. Please don’t harm me.” Blake mimicked a small and affright voice as he shuddered, feigning a frightening expression.

Vee and Riri chortled at his humorous performance and before Riri could help herself she was laughing out loudly. He was such a drama king and a hell of an actor.

A frown became engraved on Kelvin’s face upon seeing Ariana tittering with joy. Not just her face was smiling, but her eyes glimmered with amusement.

I should be making her laugh, not him! Anger washed through him like larva. He balled his fist as he fought the chaos of his lividity

“You should be.” He growled.

“Well, guess what, Kelvin? I’m not scared of you nor your dad. You should be watchful of the words you say, it may be your last. Always remember that the life you have now is borrowed.

“All it takes is a few seconds, and the life you cling so much to would cease to become yours. And by then, you would fall into an abyss of darkness, and then you shall face judgement and most definitely go to hell.”

“We shall see who will go to hell. It would be you and not me. Let’s go, dad.” He turned to his father, placing an arm on his shoulder to support the fragile man, and they both walked away slowly.

“Now that is over,” Riri muttered, heaving a sigh of respite. Those two were as annoying as fuck.

“I thought they were never gonna leave. Now I see why mom rejected him. I would if I were her. He is so full of himself and thinks he can have everything, and he doesn’t know when to stop. His son just about takes after him,” Vee pointed out.

“I concur.” Riri nodded her head in agreement.

“Never knew you were that funny?” She glanced at Blake, arching her eyebrows at him.

“What, you like funny guys?” He questioned, smirking.

Chewing on her lips, she winked at him, “Maybe.”

Rolling her eyes, Vee murmured to herself, “Great, they are flirting again. I wonder why people who are in love flirt so much. Mom and dad are always flirting all the time, now Riri and her boyfriend, GROSS.

“So much for always scolding mom and dad for flirting in my presence whereas she was doing the same thing, in public. I have no time for this, I had better hurry to my seat, my feet are killing me! What the hell was I thinking, wearing high heels?”

With her mind set on relieving her aching feet, she inconspicuously vamoosed from their midsts.

“Then I must cinch that I achieve a better sense of humor.” A gentle smile made its way to his lips.

“I’d like that. But I also like you when you’re not funny. I like you better when you want me.”

Enswathing her arms around his neck, she veered his face closer to hers. She bit her luscious lips, peering at his enticing rims as though she were about to raven them.

Their lips were just a few inches from each other’s as they were practically breathing the same air.

The air wreathing them grew dense as they sucked in sharp and heavy breaths. Their proximity was a homogenized of suffocating, alluring and entrancing.

Their heart drummed in their chest, their heart beats synchronizing with one another, their bodies were joined in a lascivious embrace, their gazes awakening in them a wide and desirous beast that had been laid to rest in the deepest part of their body.

“Really?” He rasped, eyes blazing into hers. He looked down at her soft and tempting lips, and the yearning to enclose them in his mouth practically submerged him.

“Yes, and I like you the most when you gaze at me like that,” she told, her voice husky and full of amorousness.

“How do I stare at you, Ari?” He questioned in a throaty voice, his sexy lips reaching for her neck.

“Like you’re about to devour me,” she rasped.

“You’re right, Ari, I want to fucking devour you. I want to kiss you day and night as I fucking pound into your naked flesh. And I want you to fucking look me in the eyes, your face cramming with pleasure as I dig deep into your tempting and addicting pussy!”

He twirled and sucked on the sensitive pound of her neck flesh, and a shivery moan escaped her lips as her body was overtaken by powerful streams of pleasure.

Her legs wobbled as she clung unto to him tightly for fear of falling. She was marvelled by how she felt crazy things whenever he touched her rose tattoo, it was like her most vulnerable spot.

All parts of her body were vulnerable under his touch, but her tattoo, just a flick of his tongue on her skin had her body exploding in wild nerve racking sensations. With her eyes sealed shut, she panted at the air as electricity barreled through her body.

“Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you. I wanna hear it,” he croaked, His fingers gently caressing her tattoo as his lips tugged on her earlobe.

“I want you to fuck me so hard. I want to feel your throbbing cock in my clenching and wet depths. And I want you to fucking make me addicted to you.

“And whenever either of us is horny, I would spread myself open for you and let you have your way with me. And you can fuck me whenever and wherever you like. In the bathroom, against the wall, in the fucking closet, against your desk.

“I would gladly straddle you in your office, and then I would mount my pussy on your hard member. Even when you try to protest, I will slide your cock into my pussy and I would fucking scream your name as I screw you, so the entire school can know you’re mine, so those fucking bitches can get their claws off you-”

“Shut up. That’s enough talking. Keep talking like that, and I would wind up fucking you right now!”