The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

Fury and jealousy twisted inside of her.

“She’s just a child! You must be kidding.” She hollered.

Her eyebrows snapped as she was about to explode with rage. How dare he say that? It was simply outrageous. She was just a kid for Christ sake!

“I am not a child. I would be sixteen next month. I’m a young Adult.” She objected with a frown.

“You’re still a child, dummy. You’re not of legal age yet.” She remonstrated with a shriek.

“I don’t mind waiting for her. She has just two years to her eighteenth birthday. By then she would be of legal age, isn’t that right vee?” He placed his big arm around her shoulders.

“Yes!” She smiled.

“I don’t mind waiting for you.” He said, glancing at her seriously.

Was he seriously flirting with her sister right in front of her! She grimaced, shooting her a death glare. She felt like strangling him for daring to do that.

Her insides were shaking with fury. He wasn’t really gonna marry his sister, was he? The thought of that made her heart bleed.

“Don’t look at me. He’s rich and cute. Who wouldn’t say yes to him?”

“You know what? Fuck you and fuck him! You can marry him for all I care. I don’t give two shits about who you marry!” Her nose flared up with lividity.

Of course she cared. She was fucking jealous. If it were someone else agreeing to marry him, she would have beaten the person to pulp.

He curled his lips In mockery as he questioned, “Are you sure you don’t care? Cause it seems to me like you do.”

“I don’t! Go be with her for all I care.” She was about storming off when he gripped her waist pulling her body into his from behind and holding her captive in the alluring warmth and the captivating scent of his body. Damn his cologne smelled so good.

It was a homogenize of Sandalwood and cinnamon. His manly scent made her heart flutter and her panties dampen.

“I’m just kidding, baby. You don’t have to take everything seriously.” She felt a rustle of sparks shoot from where his hands rested on her waist and it seemed to soothe the anger in her heart.

“Read my lips I don’t care if you marry her. I won’t be mad at you if you married her.”

“Okay. As long as you give your blessings, that’s fine with me. I will just discuss about our wedding arrangements with your dad then.” He breathed a deep sigh.

He attempted to unwind his hands from her waist but she gripped his hands and tightened his grip on her waist. She leaned against his body as she let her back rest on his taut chest.

His lips curled with impishness. She said something but meant the other thing. She wouldn’t dare to allow him marry some other woman.

“I thought you said you didn’t care.” He whispered into her ears, giving her earlobe gentle flicks.

I don’t.” She expelled gentle, breathy moans.

“Then why are you holding my hands?” He rasped, reaching for the sensitive spot on her neck.

He swirled, nibbled, sucked and stroked on her rose tattoo, all of which left this aching sensation in between her legs.

“Because I want you and you’re mine.” She declared.

“Really?” His eyes glimmered with amusement.

“Yes!”

“Will you marry me then?” She flushed, nibbling on her lips.

She was tongue-tied. She couldn’t just say yes to him or at least not yet. She needed to be certain he was Blake.

Of course, she wasn’t blind to all the glaring signs he was throwing her way. She just pretended not to see any of them.

She plans to expose his identity when she was positive he was really the one and that would be soon. When her plan is complete.

She didn’t want to turn him down and she didn’t want to agree to it either. She was caught in between and she needed a way to break away from this marriage shenanigans.

“I-I… I…” She became dumbfounded.

“Since you don’t want to marry me then-”

“Where is your ring? You don’t expect me to say yes to you without one and a real and romantic gentle man should kneel before his woman to propose marriage to her. You’re aren’t doing any of that.” She butted in, cutting him off.

His brows furrowed with surprise. He wasn’t expecting that response at all. “Really?”

“Yes. And because you have failed to do any of that, I do not accept your marriage proposal.” Well played, Riri.

“What if I bought a ring and knelt down to ask you to marry me, would you say yes to me then?”

“It depends.” She shrugged.

“Depends on what?”

“It depends on if you are able to impress me. The timing needs to be perfect and the location too and the scenery has to be phenomenal. I have exquisite taste of which I’m not sure you can meet.”

“We will see about that. I guess it is incumbent upon me to sweep you off your feet and leave you thunderstruck then.” He smirked. You’re in for the surprise of your life.

“Then I would patiently await your proposal. I hope you leave me thunderstruck like you said. It would be a shame to see all your efforts go down the drain.” She twisted her face into a grin.

She didn’t repine for a grand proposal, she was obviously delaying the ineluctable, at least until her scheme came to a dazzling success.

“I must tell you this, Drake, I am very hard to coerce.” She added with a lopsided grin.

“How about you let me decide on that one?” His eyes brimmed with gratification and a simper gleamed on his face.

He was rapturous that she had given him her imprimatur to make her his wife. He was certain that there was no way she was gonna say no to his marriage offer. Not with the elaborate proposal ideas running through his mind.

She turned around, placing her hand at the back of his head, she joined her lips with his and kissed him with so much desire coursing through her veins.

When she had pulled out of the heart racing kiss, she told him sternly, “Don’t ever joke with something as serious as that ever again.”

He arched his eyebrows at her, bamboozled. “What did I do again?”

“You were flirting with my sister, remember? And you said you were gonna marry her!” She pursed her lips, folding her arms and glaring at him.

“I was just playing. Please baby don’t be mad.”

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“I’m sorry.” He pouted, mouthing repeatedly as he showered her neck with wet kisses. She giggled as his kisses were tickling her.

“I forgive you.” She blushed.

“Guys, I’m still here, remember?”

Sorry for the late update. I have had this lingering headache for days, been unable to type anything ever since. Had to check my BP, it’s on the high side. Doctor said I needed a lot of rest. I couldn’t leave you guys hanging so I decided to type this one. I will try my best to update tomorrow.