The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

“I like the sound of that. How about we go into my room and I show you just how naughty I have become.” She nibbled on her lips, drawing a line along his ripped chest as she cast him a tempting glance.

“In as much as I would love to screw you right now, I can’t. We can’t just leave.” He sighed in weariness.

She furrowed her brows at him, confused. “Why?”

Her lustful gaze soon metamorphosed into a sharp glare. “Are you gonna give me one of your numerous excuses again?” She threw a fit.

He exhaled loudly, raking his hair. “No, that’s not it. It’s just, this is your party and you’re the host. We can’t just leave like that. Your dad may want to introduce you to some of his business partners and when he asks of you, he won’t find you. Plus presentation of gifts will commence soon. And it wouldn’t be nice of you not to be there. This people, they all came to celebrate your birthday with you, not me, nor your dad, not anyone else. Just you.”

As inasmuch as she hated it, what he said was through, leaving the party wouldn’t be nice.

She drew in a deep breath, gazing at him as she said, “I guess you’re right. Let’s just go. We could do it some other day, I guess.”

“Not some other day, but today. I never said I wasn’t gonna fuck you today.” He curled his lips with espiègle.

“But…”

“When you the party is almost reaching it’s climax, we can sneak out to have sex. After all, I’m not running away.” He pulled her into his body and whispered into her ears.

Her eyes brimmed with excitement “Really? You’re such a bad boy.” She brought his face closer to hers, showering his lips and face with light kisses.

They were really doing it. She was gonna ditch her virginity today. She felt a mixed blend of nervousness and elation flood her being. She has listened to tales about how painful the first time usually was.

“If you continue kissing me like that, you’re gonna stain my face with your lipstick.”

“It’s kiss proof, it won’t stain your face.” She pouted, blowing him another kiss on his cheeks.

His brows puckered with amusement. “Did you you wear that you n purpose? Knowing I was gonna kiss you.”

She chewed on her bottom lip, casting him an amorous glance. She leaned into his ears and whispered, “Maybe.”

“Naughty girl.” He smirked.

“Well, this naughty girl can’t wait to be screaming your name all night long.” She inched into his dazzling face and was about kissing him when he placed his index finger on her lips.

“We’d better leave. Before things get out of hand.” A smile creased his face.

“Killjoy!” She puffed out a loud breath and pouted.

He clutched at her hand and hauled her to the high table.

There she met her sister and a middle aged man conversing. She pressed her lips together as her forehead puckered in perplexity.

What could they possibly be discussing that was making them smile so much. Oh no don’t tell me Ivy was into older men. Not like it’s a bad thing.

It’s just girls of her age should like boys of her age group.

“They are just discussing.” Blake rolled his eyes. Her facial expression was proof of the weird thoughts that were probably running through her mind.

Too bad her mind was the only one he couldn’t read. He wondered why. He would have loved to know what was going on in that mid of hers.

“About what? I’m her elder sister, I have to look out for her.” She gritted, glaring at him. “Now would you let go of my hand please?”

“Fine.” He let go of her hand and raised his hands as a sign of surrender.

“Hi, Good day sir.” She butted in, pulling her lips into a fake smile.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“You must be Ariana. You’re even more beautiful than I envisioned. Your sister here has told me a lot about you.”

Wonderful. So they were talking about me!

“She’s has?” She grinned, casting a subtle glare at her sister.

“Yes. From the way she spoke, it seems like she’s really proud of having youiu as a sister. She is? She swept her gaze over her features and she beheld the blush on her cheeks.

Her eyes dilated with bemusement. Ivy acted like she never cared but deep down she did. She couldn’t wish for another person to be her sister than Riri.

“Don’t let that get into your head, I only said that to make you look good.” She made a moue of feigning indignation.

“She’s lying.” He whispered and they all laughed silently. Wow, he does have sense of humor.

“Whatever!” She scoffed, folding her arms on her chest.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad.” I teased, fondling with her cheeks.

“Riri, you’re gonna mess up my makeup!” She shoved her sister aside.

“Whatever!” She scowled.

The man chuckled and said, “Ivy here has a great mind and I believe she would one day become a business prodigy. I look forward to doing business with you in future, Miss Garcia. And I won’t forget to put your tips to good use.”

Her face brightened with a smile. “Thank you sir. You’re too kind. I guess I just learned from the best.”

“Indeed. Your dad has a great mind. He’s just the one holding back.” He remarked.

“He has a pretty good reason for it. Where are my manners? How about I introduce you two? Riri, this is Mr Dmitriy Yaroslav.” She announced.

Oh, so he’s Russia, that explains his accent.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Riri uttered trying to sound as classy as her sister but all of her attempts had flopped miserably

Blake chortled at her ridiculous attempt. Damn she was hilarious.

Her cheeks flushed when she saw them tittering at her lame excuse of a speech. She sounded unnatural. She was so embarrassed. She felt the urge to bury herself in a pit where no on would find her.

“Just be yourself. By the way nice attempt there.” He emitted gentle chortles. “If you would excuse, I need to be with my wife, she’s getting impatient.”

“We understand. Thank you sir for your time.” She looked up, her face creasing into a smile.

“No thank you for your time. It was a pleasure talking to you.”

“The pleasure is mine” A smile was still engraved on his face as he walked away.

“You’re such an actress!” Riri gushed as soon as he was at arms length.

“It’s called etiquette, something you don’t have. And nice try there, I was surprised you didn’t bite your tongue.” She razzed, tugging the corner of her lips.

“You witch! I’m gonna drag your hair.” She yelled in annoyance.

“Maybe if you’d ask nicely, I might as well teach you. It would be a hard work cause you are a walking disaster.”

“You’re the disaster waiting to explode!” She barked, her face reddening in anger.

“Are you mad sister? Now you know what it feels like to be bullied.” She pouted, shamming an innocent look.

The taunting look for n her face only seemed to fuel her anger

Blake sniggered, trying so hard to suppress a laugh but he couldn’t help it as he burst out laughing. She looked so funny and cute when she was mad.

She turned to him casting him a deadly glare. “And you, you should be supporting me rather than taking her side.”

“Why?” He glanced at her seriously.

She was tongue-tied. “Cause… caused…”

“You didn’t agree to become my wife. If you had accepted my proposal, I would actually support you.” He smirked.

She pointed at him in irateness. The nerves of this man. Who does he thinks he is. “You…”

“Maybe I should marry your sister instead, what do you think?”