Chapter 13: Ponder
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Gwy's POV
After a long day, I headed back on my way to my room.
I shouldn't be curious about Devon's family, especially his father, Diether Guillermo, but the way he acted earlier seemed suspicious. He seemed too nice. Too good to be true kinda stuff. But what should I do? I have to figure out something to get the hell out of here. I can't keep on playing Devon's game. I have to do something. Or else I won't be able to find my way back to my temple.
My mind was drifting away with these thoughts and suddenly a pair of shoes was in front of me.
"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" Devon asked. His rugged manly physique greeted me with awe. I blinked twice. "Where's Deena?"
"D-Devon? What are you doing here? I thought you'd spend the night at your office," I asked, a bit fazed.
He looked at me with a smug on his face and put his hands on his side pockets. "Answer me first."
"W-well... I didn't wanna waste my time inside my room so I took time getting to know Black Dew Pack," I answered, "how about you?"
"Hmm... me? I finished earlier than expected," he replied casually.
Seeing his cool face didn't go well with me. It struck something inside my chest that I couldn't explain. Maybe it's because he's too hot or it's because I hated him for looking so handsome. Ugh!
He smirked. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you like me that much?"
I coughed hard after wrongfully swallowing my saliva. Damn! "W-what?!" I scoffed, "Excuse me, Mr. Mateless Alpha, but I think you're mistaken. I don't like you. Fine! You're hot, but that doesn't mean I like you. I mean, come on! It's so unnatural of me to like you. It's very impossible!" I rolled my eyes. I don't know which person am I trying to convince... Was it him or was it myself?
Devon became serious and pulled me closer. I gasped, getting caught off-guard. "Really?"
"H-hey! What are you doing?"
"So, what you did last time... was it also just a part of your stunt?"
I blushed as soon as that moment flashed into my mind. After a short moment, I shook my head and pushed him a little but he won't budge. "Let me go, Devon," I warned him.
"You didn't answer me yet, my mate..."
"We're not mates, Devon!"
"f**k that fate! I'm choosing you to be mine, got it?"
"Since when was it a fashion to pull a shaman and be someone's mate? Are you kidding me right now?" I hissed.
"Don't change the subject, dear priestess. Just tell me why did you do it?"
"Did what?"
He grunted and dragged me as he walked toward his room.
"Hey! Let me go. You're hurting me!"
No matter how much I tried to pull away, he wouldn't budge. He didn't even say a word until we reached his room and pinned me to the door.
"D-Devon..."
"Now, tell me, little priestess... why did you do it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I lied. I exactly know what he's talking about! But how can I answer him? This is so awkward!
"This..." He pulled my hand and let it touch something hard in between his thighs.
I gasped and met at the lustful look on his face. "Devon, stop—"
"Do you know exactly what you did, Priestess? You f*****g messed with my head!" He gritted his teeth while his breath fanned against my cheek and neck.
I closed my eyes and said nothing. I'm tongue-tied and my heart is beating erratically.
"I kept my distance from you today because if I don't, goddess knows that I won't let you be..."
"Devon... I'm really sorry. What I did was unacceptable to me. I had no choice. You're tormented by that spell I gave you," I reasoned, starting to dreadfully cry bitter tears. "I know I don't have the right to even say this, but that's the only way I know to relieve you from the flames spell."
He laughed. "It was your fault to begin with..."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry, okay? I was just afraid you might force yourself to me. Devon, I can't let you push me to the edge of the cliff. I can't lose my temple. I need to stay pure until the end!"
"Do you think I care about that? What you did was only making it worse..."
"W-what do you mean?"
He put his big hand on my neck and pulled me closer to his face. "You're only making me want you more..."
His words started to stir my stomach. Something was jerking my insides and it felt so good. The way he smooth-talked me was so easy and I hated that my body was reacting to it.
He started to keep his lips closer to my neck. I could feel him brushing against my skin. He inhaled a lot of my scent. He closed his eyes while I was tormented by the thought of what he would do to me.
"You smell so good, Gwy..."
I whimpered. "P-please..."
He pulled me even closer to him until I could get a good hold of his hard groin. I could feel how he got bigger the moment my hand moved against his sensitive hardness. He groaned and breathed after burying his face against my neck. "You're all mine, Gwy."
"Please, Devon, I beg you. Don't do this. I promise I will make sure no one will get your position from you. Please!" I cried.
"f**k!" He pulled away and dragged me to his bed. I didn't have time to get up as he abruptly was on top of me. His eyes beamed lustfully at my body.
"No, please!"
"Do you think you can get away with what you did, priestess? I will show you how punishing is done." He smirked.
"Devon, please, this is an abomination!"
"Too late for that, Gwy..." He suddenly closed the gap between us and kissed my lips passionately.
No matter how much I push him, my strength has rendered me weak and useless.
And oh how I hated myself!
Because I was starting to reply to his kisses.
Damn! What should I do now?
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