The Devil’s Temptation

The Devil’s Temptation
POV: Damian

The phone vibrated in my hand like a living thing and for a second, stupid hope clawed its way into my throat at the fact that maybe it was Isla. 

But why the hell would she be calling her own phone? I swiped to answer before I could stop myself.

“Isla, where the fuck have you….”

Then a woman’s calm and professional voice cut through. “Good evening, this is the administration from Isla Mendez’s university. Today marked the beginning of the semester's examinations, and she was nowhere to be found. We’ve been trying to reach her all day….”

I ended the call before she could complete her words, my hands tightening around the phone until my knuckles turned white. 

Isla didn’t leave or run away, as I had claimed she did. Something bad has happened to her and I can feel it deep inside my bones. The weight of it sank into me like a cold certainty. Isla was gone, and not by her own choice. 

I shoved the drawer shut and turned for the door to leave, but Selene’s hand gripped my wrist before I could take a step further.

“Where are you going?” She hissed, her voice laced with something dangerous.

“Let go of me, Selene.”  My tone came out final and commanding. Her grip tightened and she stepped closer, the scent of her perfume wrapped around me like smoke.

“Why are you even bothered if anything bad happens to her?” Her lips brushed my jaw as she spoke. “Isn't it what she deserves? She tried to kill you, Damian.”

The words left her lips like poison already seeping through me. I clenched my teeth, fighting the storm inside me. “Let. Go.”

But she didn’t let go.
Instead, she leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear as though it would stop me completely from leaving. “Don’t go,” she whispered, nails trailing down my chest.

You need to forget about her. Forget that little girl who doesn’t want you. Stay with me… let me give you what she never will.” Her breath was warm against my face. “Let’s….pick up where we left off.”

Her mouth crashed into mine before I could stop her. It was soft at first, her tongue pushing and demanding more as she pressed against me. Grinding into me until my restraint walls threatened to break.

I growled, pushing her back to stop but she only came harder at me—tearing at my shirt until the buttons snapped and clattered on the floor. 

Then her mouth trailed its way down my throat, biting it hard enough to send a chill of pleasure through me. “Damian…” 

Her voice came out desperate, dripping with lust as her lips trailed lower, words spilling hot against my skin. “Fuck Isla. She’ll never love you the way I do. Because I worship every inch of you that she doesn’t.”

She dropped to her knees with a moan in an instant, pulling her hair back as her desperate hands tugged at my belt, yanking at the hook of my trousers.

“Let me taste you,” she begged, her voice raw and dirty. 

“I want your dick in my mouth, Damian. I can feel it. You’re hard for me already, aren’t you?” 

Her fingers brushed against the waistband, lips hovering just above my dick as her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. 

“Let me take you in my mouth,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine with a blazing hunger of lust. “I bet Isla has never sucked your dick the way I do.”

The room seemed to fade around me. I couldn’t let her go any further or I would find myself deeply lost and not able to snap out of it.

My hands shot down, gripping her wrists before she could take my dick with her hands. Her eyes flicked up to mine—wild, hungry, pleading.

“Stop.” My voice shook with fury.

She shook her head, whispering fast between ragged breaths, “Don’t push me away again. You know that you need me to do this.”

I pushed her back with a violent force that sent her falling hard on the polished floor, her hair scattered around her face.

“Damian!” she screamed, forcing herself up to reach for me as I stormed out of the room without hesitation.

“Come back! You’ll regret this!”

But I was already out of the room, Isla’s phone still clutched in my hand like a lifeline and all I could hear was the echo of Selene’s cries following me down the hall.

I found Mark in the control room, hunched over the CCTV monitors and scanning them like his life depended on it. “Show me today’s footage from this morning till now.” My voice cut through the air like a blade.

“Every camera is inside and outside the mansion. Now.”

Mark obeyed instantly. His fingers trailing over the keyboard as the screen me flickered to life. Hours of grainy footage rolled past in silence and every second Isla didn’t appear twisted the rage I felt even more.

“Faster,” I snapped.

He skimmed through with his eyes flicking nervously between me and the monitors. Seconds bled into minutes on the screen. My patience is already in the process of snapping.

Then—

A flash of Isla on the CCTV footage.

“There—stop.”

Mark paused the feed. She was last seen outside the gates as the morning light painted her skin, her ponytail swinging as she jogged down the drive. She looked alive—completely unaware of what was waiting for her.

That was the only footage that appeared of her today. After that—nothing.

My hand slammed against the table so hard that Mark flinched. “Someone fucking took her!!” I growled, a guttural and savage sound that echoed off the walls.

“Who would dare mess with me by taking Isla!” My voice came out low and lethal. Mark parted his lips as if to speak, but I was already moving as rage and fear tangled in my veins.

“Find out who. Find out when. I don’t care how you do it, track every second.” My chest was rising and falling heavily as I turned for the door.

“And when I find them…”

I clenched Isla’s phone in my hand until the glass bit into my skin, leaving a trail of blood from the injury that surfaced from it.

“I’ll kill them without mercy.”