His chocolate orbs dilated as his gaze locked with mine, he leaned forward, enough to make me reconsider my intentions; I stared back with equal intensity enforcing my mind to stay intact as my eyes silently threatened him to look away first.

An angelic chuckle erupted from his throat as he tucked a fleeing strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing my earlobe, almost daringly; certainly aware of the effect he had on me.

My hands that once rested at my sides now pushed upon his chest, desperately trying to create some distance as his warm minty breath continued to hit my face, clouding my conscious.

His hands shot up, tangling with my own as he gripped both my wrists with either one of his hands, trapping me against the wall, his glare never flattening. My breath hitched as his lips crashed upon mine, bruising them.

Pushing me further into the wall, his lips now at my jaw, kissing and biting as he grinds on me, ensuring I feel every inch of his arousal. Letting out an animalistic groan as he rubs himself onto me, matching my heavy breaths.

His lips continue their torture as he drags them down my throat, nibbling onto the soft flesh above my pulse as a breathless moan escapes my lips, making him stop, as if he's scared to touch me, too frightened I'd break; glaring at me as if I was some mesmerising antique.

I lean forward to place a quick peck on the tip of his nose; this seems to break his daze, chucking as he nuzzles back into my neck. "you're going to be the death of me", his voice a mere whisper; burning my skin.

Oh, if only he knew.

My body tensed on instinct, too frightened he had it all figured out, sending chills up my spine as his lips grazed my collarbone; enforcing me to discard the unwelcoming thought as fast as it had come.

I gaze up at the ceiling, a victorious smile winged it’s way onto my lips, as he took my earlobe into his mouth, grazing the soft flesh with his bare teeth, almost painfully.

They say that Satan doesn't appear in a cape and a pair of horns, he comes as everything you've ever wished for.

Poor boy failed to realise that I was his Satan, and the devil never leaves disappointed.

Malaika Malik

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Her traitorous disguise