The rest of the ride was nothing but silence and suffocation for Jasira. It was pure suffering to her, she wished for them to get to their destination quicker but the wish turn deadly when an iron gate slid open automatically and the car drove inside. She can't see anything because the guys are blocking her view.
The car came to halt and a light sigh left her mouth. The huge guy stepped out leaving the door open for her, is he being nice or what? She thought as she shifted closer to the entrance.
She closed her eyes. Her breath became sharpened and came out louder then she snapped her eyes open and stepped out of the car.
Her eyes flared up at the sight before her.
"Holy moly." She whispered absentmindedly.
Before her was an all-white huge manor tall building with two huge pillars. The manor was adorned with gold light bringing out the lushed colors. The ground was covered with short green grass.
They beautified the floor and deep down, she felt like rolling on them.
The blue fountain that stood alone in the middle of the compound was breathtaking. A huge man statue with two large wings on his back stood in the middle with water pouring out of his mouth. She can't tell if he is an angel or a devil but the blue-eyed man does not appear to be an angel so the statue must be a devil.
The white manor was quite far from where their car is packed, she trekked behind the huge man until they finally got to the white door. Two dragons' head was carved on it, their mouth was opened and something was coming from them, something she identified as fire.
Shudder run through her body when she notice them, it was as if they were opening fire on her body.
The door opened automatically and she was not that surprised judging from how big the Manor is, it must have a lot of security and machines.
The lounge room appeared after they passed through a silent passage
"Wow." She muttered as her eyes run through the lounge room.
It was hectic and magnificent, it was freaking gorgeous.
It was big, it was bigger than her entire house, she didn't even know what to describe, from the moderate wine cellar that stand magnificently at the side or the huge television with a fireplace underneath.
The white shiny leather sofas or the staircase that has a full dragon statue on its newel cap.
The white marble floor had a dragon imprinted on the center of the room, she was still admiring the lounge room when heavy steps echoed throughout the room.
A lump found its way to her throat and she swallowed it and rubbed her sudden sweaty hand together. The footsteps got heavier and louder but no one showed up, only the footsteps were making her chest rip into two.
And with a blink of eyes, The blue-eyed monster appeared on the last row of the staircase in his all-black outfit. His right was dipped into the pocket of his slack. Her stomach bubbled seeing how attractive he was. He was attractively muscularly lean with his broad chest. His detailed sharp eyebrows.
Jasira moved two steps backward when he got down the stairs, his blue eyes were fixed on her. She wanted to raise her eyes to meet his but she dared not, the heavy dark aura surrounding him as he approached her made her force her eyes onto the ground.
Every step he took close to her made her body shake and her teeth clashed.
He stopped a few meters from her and pierced his eyes into her chest. He released a low smirk before he went to sit on the sofa instead.
Where is the kickass girl of yesterday? She was before him shivering, why? Because he is the devil!
"Go to his front," Maxwell ordered and she glared at him.
"What?" She mouthed in defense.
"Nope." She deadpanned in a low voice as she shifted back.
"Will you prefer if he is here?"
Jasira said nothing and breathe out, in and out three times before she forced her legs from the ground and submitted herself to his front.
Her eyes were on his sparkling black shoe. His silence was more of a punishment to her, should she speak first? She denied the idea and only waited till he was ready to speak.
"Name." His voice was as terrifying as yesterday, his voice that can only send shivers through her body.
"Ja... jasira." She shuttered and exhale, she is Jasira, she is not supposed to be scared but the unknown man made her bend.
"Eyes on me."
His command cut deep through her spine, staring at him is like staring at a fire, it burns every second you stared at it.
Despite the pain, she found herself making eye contact with him.
Now, she took notice of his feature very clearly. His eagle sharp blue eyes, and his pointed nose brought out his sharp eyes. His detailed eyebrow, and sharply pointed jawline that is beardless. His face is cold as a block of ice but the beauty is really there.
It was coming together to her, the white Manor, the dragons, the fire, the fountain. He is no other person than;
A loud gasp left her mouth in realization as she jerk back from him.
"You... you___
He raised his brow and twitched his lips, " Say it." He dared.
"You are the devil." The words fly out of her mouth like a volcano when erupted.
She moved back frantically from him. He was the devil, the man feared by all. He was the man that the newscaster talk about every week. The man who owned the world to himself and the man whose real name was hidden from the world was identified by the name, The Devil.
She messed with the devil. Thinking about that made a shiver run through her spine, made her leg shake slightly, and made her bowel churn, pressing her hand on her stomach so she won't release the liquid that is threatening to leave her body.
"What... what did_" She swallowed her words when his sharp eyes pierced through her body.
She directed her gaze to where he was looking, her heart. He was freaking looking at her fucking heart.
Her hands fly to her heart repulsedly and she covered it. She shut her eyes closed for seconds and breathe in, don't be scared by him. She chanted in her head three times before she snapped her eyes open.
She retaliate the stare and directed her gaze into his blue eyeballs, his look was terrifying, it was cold, and it cut deep into her heart and made her body tremble but she was not going to back away.
With every strength and courage she had, she asked;
"What did you want from me, the devil?"
A thin smirk appeared on his face and it disappeared as it came. She had the courage. The first Lady to stare into his eyeballs, the first female to question him, he wanted to break that courage and he would.
After all, he is the devil, his name only sent a shiver through the human spine and this small lady with big courage standing before him is not excepted.
"You know what I want?"
Jasira blinked wondering what he meant by that then it clicked, he want her body.
She chuckled. She didn't know how her chuckle got dark and carried a dark aura, this is not her but she love the new her, there was no reaction on his face and she expected that but her next words will throw him over the board.
"In your dream."
The lounge room was as silent as a graveyard as they both engaged in a staring competition. "In your dream." He repeated like he was tasting the words on his lips, he rested his back on the sofa and tilted his brow to a side as he stared intensively at the tiny girl that was trying to be bold in his front or maybe she was really bold. She placed her hands on her waist and made her legs wide, trying to make her stance wide and strong. His eyes run a quick search from her head to her toe, he does have his type and she exactly it. He was going to fuck her until he begged him not to stop and she would cry on his chest for him to fuck her. He doesn't do forcing, he simply waited for them to crawl into his trap and that was it. Her hands held her tiny waist firmly, the waist he still manage to wonder how it carried her big butts and hips. "You can never have me." He heard her vow and he raised his eyes from her waist to her hazel eyes that glister with braveness but b
"How the fuck did you let him escape?" Alejandro thundered banging into the room the man was kept. The only guy they had from the Roberto's gang escape. Roberto's gang was their biggest rival; they went hidden but always came out when he had an operation and disrupted him. Took the credit and went back into their hidden place again. He caught one of them yesterday at the club and specially kept him in his manor and he still fucking escaped. "One of the boys monitoring his door killed the other guards and escape with him." He snapped at Maxwell, "Are you okay?" He thundered furiously. "Why can't you go after him immediately?" He yelled, his hands shook with fury and he marched to Maxwell. He got to him and stared down at him, his very bright blue eyes flickered between ash and black now. "Speak." He muttered between his gritted teeth. "They escape before we notice__ "Fuck you." He cursed driving a pen knife into his arm before he completed his sentence.
"He sent for you?" "For what?" Maxwell growled irritatedly before his face went rigid again. "Follow me if you love yourself." His voice was icy as he stared at her with his murderous gaze. Jasira swallowed her gulp, regret flickered on her face. She should have been gentle with her words after knowing he was the devil. She shouldn't have been adamant, she should have crawled at his feet and accepted his offer, her gaze moved to his side once again, and relieve rush through her body when his gaze was not on her releasing a sharp breathe she followed the man whose name she didn't know. Every step she took towards Alejandro drained all her energy, and the little courage she had disappeared upon standing before him, her gaze was on the floor, Maxwell sat beside Alejandro again. "Jasira," Her breath hitched for seconds when her name left his mouth, it sound like terror that sent shivers through her body. Maybe this was her only chance to correct every m
Jasira waited patiently for his next words, each second he delayed in completing his words gave her goosebumps, making her heart thunder continuously in her ribcage. "Your body or your..." He trailed off again and Jasira knew he enjoyed seeing her being miserable, he enjoyed seeing her shivering under his gaze. "Your ailment mother." He let out leaving her neck and rose to his feet. He stared down at the stiff lady on the floor, blood had drained out of her face as she stared into the space. Jasira was in a state of shock. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and she fought to breathe, to believe what she just heard from the man called the devil. It felt like a bluff to her but she knew he was never like that, he was not the man to bluff over his words, he was threatening her with the only weakness she have. She found herself standing up even when all she wanted to do was to sit there and became crippled so he would hate her. She staggered on her feet and almo
Jasira watched as Alejandro and Maxwell walked out of the club. His blue eyes were fixated on her and she bet he was smirking under that black mask. "He scares me," Barbie whispered beside Jasira as she shifted her gaze from the devil. "He gave me goosebumps and made me shiver," Jasira muttered back to her and let out a relieving sigh when they left. Barbie breathed out all the breath she didn't know she held in all while glancing at Jasira whose eyes were still fixed on the door. She grabbed her arm before she dragged her to the changing room seeing that the coast was clear, she turned to her. "What did he say to you?" Jasira exhaled and fisted her ginger hair in her palm, her heart shrinking thinking about the condition between both of them. "He wanted me to be his sex slave." She answered barely above a whisper, she avoided making eye contact with Barbie and played with the hem of her clothes. Shame eating deep into her gut. "Are you serious?" Barbie
The black Mercedes drove past the white fountain and drove further before it was packed in front of the white manor. Jasira's heart was pounding really hard as she got down from the car. This might be the second time she was here but she was more nervous than anything. Sweat tickled through her back when she saw the figure standing at the threshold, she halted on her steps and breathe heavily. The devil was waiting patiently for her with his hand tucked in the jean pant he wore. Making sure she avoided making eye contact with him, she checked his dress out, first time she was not seeing him in a three-piece suit and all formal wear. A simple black turtle neck and a jean, his feet were covered in simple slippers, even though the dress was meant to be casual and less fearful. He made the dress look so dangerous. The smirk that lingered on his face became more visible when she got close to him. She swallowed her lump, her heart was thudding loudly in her chest and s
A low scream escape from her when the light popped on. She blinked her eyes continuously to be sure she was not blinded by the sudden sharp light. Alejandro was in her room sitting languidly on her bed with his right leg over his left. It was intimidating, exuding greatness. His blue eyes shoot to her across the room, she traced his gaze and it landed on her boobs. A low gasp left her mouth, she wanted to cover her boobs but she couldn't because his gaze suddenly heated her, letting adrenaline rush through her. She swallowed her gulp when he refused to remove his gaze, her nipples are starting to hurt, they are straining against the thin cotton towel she had on. "What are you doing here?" The question had left her mouth before she realized how stupid she sound. This was his fucking house, how could she ask him that? She saw that there was a twitch on his eyebrow, a twitch he decide not to hide, he wanted her to see how ridiculous her question sound to him. Alejandro s
A sleepy groan slipped out Jasira's mouth as she pulled the comforter up her head, she made a mental note to close the window blind the next time. Oh! there won't be a next time. She sprangled up from the bed immediately at the thought, today was her second day here and it had felt like centuries already. She pushed the comforter away only to notice she was still in her towel, every part of her body heat up as the memory flooded her head. They took up space in her head showing her all the embarrassing she did yesterday. She begged! She freaking begged for his touch, for his sinful hand to dominate all of her body. This was dangerous, she was supposed to hate him, everything about him especially his hands. This freaking manor was dangerous, everything about the high white manor was destructive for her tiny self. She scurried down the bed and walked lazily towards the ensuite that was bigger than the one at her formal house, it was bigger and finer but it doesn't