THE DEVIL’S HEART
The Devil’s Heart – Chapter 13
(Her possessive devil)
©Goodness Okoye
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“I don’t want to take my bath.” She stubbornly said.
“It is not a request but an order.” Hazard flared up. “And who are you to refuse…”
Her phone started buzzing, their eyes drifted to the caller.
August.
“Who is that?” Hazard said. “Give me the phone.” He ordered. Pispa was hesitant to give him the phone but he snatched the phone from her.
“August..?” He mumbled. His eyes darkened.
Hazard’s eyes blazed as he pinned Pispa down, the phone buzzing between them like a trapped bird. “August,” he growled, his voice a low warning. “Your boyfriend, I presume?”
Pispa’s chest heaved, defiance and fear mingling in her gaze. “Not your business.”
Hazard’s smile was cruel, possessive. “Everything about you is my business.” He dragged the phone to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “Answer. Tell him you’re busy.”
Pispa’s lips parted, but Hazard’s free hand trailed up her thigh, igniting sparks. She gasped, hips arching involuntarily.
“An…swer,” Hazard whispered, his mouth grazing her ear.
Pispa’s voice trembled. “Hey… August…”
August’s voice, smooth and oblivious, came through. “Pispa, babe, what’s up?”
Hazard’s fingers danced higher, circling intimate skin. Pispa’s eyes rolled back.
“Uh… I’m… busy,” she stammered.
August laughed. “Busy? Tonight? My place, 8 PM?”
Hazard’s grip tightened. Pispa’s breath caught.
“Tell him no,” Hazard growled.
Pispa’s voice was barely audible. “Can’t… tonight…”
Hazard’s mouth crushed hers, swallowing her words. The phone fell, August’s voice distant.
Hazard’s kiss was punishing, possessive. Pispa’s world narrowed to the darkness closing in.
Hazard’s lips devoured hers, leaving Pispa gasping. He pulled back, eyes burning. “Mine.”
Pispa’s chest heaved, defiance still flickering. “Not yours.”
Hazard’s smile was dark promise. “We’ll see.” He trailed fingers down her throat, over her racing pulse. “You want me, Pispa. You just don’t admit it.”
Pispa’s skin ignited. “You…”
Hazard’s phone buzzed again. He glanced – August’s text flashed: “Looking forward tonight.”
Hazard’s eyes narrowed. He yanked Pispa up, backing her against the wall. “No one touches you. No one.”
Pispa’s heart pounded. “Hazard…”
He kissed her again, brutal, claiming. Pispa’s world spun.
Suddenly, Hazard pulled back, breathing hard. “Tonight. You’ll stay with me.”
Pispa’s lips swelled with his kiss. “No…”
Hazard’s gaze pinned her. “Not a request.”
The air crackled. Pispa’s defiance warred with desire.
Hazard’s grip tightened around Pispa’s waist, pulling her flush against him. The room seemed to shrink, the shadows closing in on them like a velvet curtain. “You think you have a choice?” he whispered, his voice a silenced growl.
Pispa’s pulse thundered in her ears, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling in her veins. She tried to push against him, but he was immovable, his chest a solid wall of muscle. “Let me go,” she demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hazard’s smile was a cruel curve, his eyes glinting with a possessive light. “No,” he said, his lips grazing her ear. “You’re mine, Pispa. Tonight, and every night after.”
Pispa’s skin ignited, her body betraying her with a rush of desire. She felt his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing against her thigh, and her mouth went dry. “You’re crazy,” she breathed, her voice trembling.
Hazard’s chuckle was low, sending shivers down her spine. “Crazy for you,” he corrected, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “And you’re crazy for me, too. You just won’t admit it.”
Pispa’s mind reeled, her thoughts a jumbled mess of desire and denial. She knew she should push him away, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, arching into his touch like a cat in heat.
Hazard’s lips brushed against her neck, his breath hot and tantalizing. “Admit it, Pispa,” he whispered, his voice a silenced plea. “Admit you want me.”
Pispa’s heart was going to explode, her chest heaving with every ragged breath. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help herself. She was drawn to Hazard, a moth to a flame, and she knew she would get burned.
But she couldn’t stop herself.
Suddenly, there was a beep from his phone and Hazard slowly climbed from the bed leaving, without turning to her, but he came back again taking Pispa’s phone.
Pispa gave out a shallow breathes, sitting upright immediately.
What just happened?
“Holly Molly, that man is a manic…” She muttered under her breathes as she brushed back her hairs.
Maybe fear had gripped her, she hurriedly rushed into the bathroom, slamming it closed, she wasn’t going to come out from there.
*
A cab dropped Edward and he staggered inside the house with bruised cheeks and eyes.
He looked tattered.
So shabby.
Worse.
“Jeez..” Mel muffled her mouth immediately she spotted her father coming inside the house. “Dad what happened? Were you kidnapped?” She ran towards him.
Inspecting his face.
Edwards dropped on one of the chair with his ragged breathes. “Get me a water.” He managed to say.
Mel nodded heading out immediately, she rushed into the kitchen alerting her mother and Dulcie what happened and they followed her re-entering back to the sitting room.
“Gosh, honey happened? What’s with the bruised face?” Shirin panicked, she had already approached Edwards, he only grabbed the water from Mel and gulped everything down his throat as it bobbed.
They watched him dropped the cup. “What happened?” Shirin asked again.
Edward sighed. “A long story, but i will make it too short, I was kidnapped and was tortured.”
“Who the hell did all of this to you Dad? You aren’t a gambler to deserve this.” Dulcie said angrily.
“I can’t say. They are on mask and they kept talking about Boss. I just wonder who the fuck was that.” Edward hissed.
“I’m sorry dear. I’m glad they didn’t kill you, I was so worried you didn’t come back home.” Shirin hugged, as she whimpered.
“I’m okay dear.” Edwards, slowly pulled her out from him as he locked eyes with her, the children watched. “You don’t have to cry.” He wiped the tears in her eyes.
Shirin smiled painfully. She nodded.
“Where is Pispa? not back home from the class?” Edward asked as Shirin had shifted a bit from him.
The room felled in silence, Shirin eyes roamed from Mel to Dulcie, and it drifted to her husband who was waiting for her patiently to talk.
“She is not yet home?” He arched his brows. “And about the competition.. I felt so sad, I didn’t watch but she won right?” Edward added.
Mel sighed. “Well.. she failed and the worse happened.” She shrugged.
“The worse?” Edward asked
“Some evil men.. kidnapped her.” Dulcie added.
“Who? It sounds so simple from your mouth.” Edward turned to his wife to confirm. His gaze wasn’t convincing. “Can. Someone tell me what’s going on in my hou..”
“DeHavilland.. I don’t know if you have heard the name before.”
“The the heir to DEHAVILLAND’S KITCHEN. He is my boss.. how did Pispa ended with him?”
“Dad we can’t say but.. this morning, he claimed Pispa.” Mel said.
“No!” Edward yelled as he stood. “He is the real Devil that I know… He could burn Pispa.” He added worried. “We need to get her out from him.”
“Dad.. we wish we could but.. that man is so rich and evil that he could burn down the world and no one complains about it.” Mel said, Dulcie nodded in agreement.
“No.” Edward wiped sitting.” Who knows what she is going through there.. hell.”
“Pispa will be fine. She doesn’t want us hurt, and I believe she will save herself.” Shirin chipped in, surprising everyone.
“I’m sorry… I can’t do anything.”
“No, we believe in her.” Shirin said.
*
August ruffled his hairs the fifth time now, his heading is driving him nut—no he had gone bonkers.
“Was she cheating on me? I heard a male voice from the background, I’m so sure of it.” He muttered, his gaze rested on the blank view of the playground, he was alone.
He picked up the phone and dialed Pispa’s number, it went through but no one was taking the calls.
“Pispa..” he muttered again. “You know I love you, please don’t chest on me.. please..” he lowered his head as tears attempted to call from his eyes.
“Here you are little high schooler?” Someone said, sitting beside him. He grabbed the rail of the swing.
August raised his head, he twitched his eyes surprisingly. “Who are you?”
He chuckled. “It doesn’t matter, I Just need a little thing from you.. it is an offer for you.”
“What? What offer?”
TBC…
