A NIGHT WITH THE DEVIL

A kiss2

The office was expansive, akin to a luxurious apartment. The air conditioning hummed softly, the only sound breaking the silence. The swivel chair behind the desk was empty, with only a few scattered papers marring the otherwise pristine surface. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, diplomas, and awards, while the shelves were lined with books on business strategy.

Alita's gaze swept the room, finally coming to rest on Xavier, who stood by the window, his back to her, puffing on a cigarette. "What do you want?" he asked, without sparing her a glance.

Alita found it hard to breathe due to the cigarette smoke. "W-we need to talk," she stammered. Xavier seemed to notice her discomfort and scoffed, dropping the cigarette remains into the ashtray before finally facing her.

"About?" he asked, his voice cold.

"The kids," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm their mother, and you can't keep them away from me." Xavier chuckled darkly.

"And I'm their father," he retorted. "But you kept them away from me for six good years. Now, after just a few days without them, you're complaining?" His tone was mocking.

Alita's eyes flashed with anger. "I never knew they were yours, okay? So stop blaming me for that." Xavier chuckled again, the sound sending shivers down her spine.

"Tell me, then, who should be blamed?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You barged into my room six years ago, stole my seed, and deleted every trace of that night. You left the country and only returned a few days ago with my children. So, tell me, who's at fault here?"

Xavier's hands pinned Alita's arms above her head, his piercing azure eyes boring into hers. "I didn't do such a thing," she protested. "Yes, I admit I barged into your room that night, but I was drunk and not in my right mind. And as for 'traces,' I hid nothing. I was set up that night, and I accidentally came into your room. They must have hidden their tracks well." Alita's voice rose in anger. "And coming back to the country, which I regret now, because I wouldn't have met a monster like you if I didn't."

Xavier's face was inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin. "I've been called worse than that, tigress," he growled, a dark smirk playing on his lips.

"You're crazy! Let me go!" Alita demanded, struggling to free herself from Xavier's grip. A dark, mocking smirk spread across his face.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Because if I recall correctly, that's not what you were saying when I had my head buried between your legs." Alita's face burned with embarrassment.

"You're delusional! And I... hate you!" she spat, her voice trembling with rage. Xavier's eyes flashed with anger, and he growled, "I dare you to say that again."

Before Alita could repeat the words, Xavier's lips crashed down on hers, silencing her. The kiss was rough and dominant, his tongue seeking entry into her mouth. Alita tried to resist, but Xavier's persistence eventually won out. He bit her lower lip, and as she gasped, his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring every corner.

At first, Alita tried to resist, but soon found herself reciprocating, her inexperienced lips struggling to keep up with Xavier's pace. He smirked, a dark, triumphant smile.

Xavier didn't release Alita until she was breathless, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He stared at her, his piercing gaze burning with intensity, a dark smirk still playing on his lips.

Alita was consumed by embarrassment. Every encounter with Xavier seemed to end in her humiliation, including the night six years ago when she had given him her innocence so freely.

Flashbacks.

As she stepped into the room, she was enveloped in darkness. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she couldn't muster the energy to flip the light switch. Her body felt ablaze, an unfamiliar sensation that left her breathless. Never had she experienced such intense arousal, and her virginity made it all the more bewildering.

All she craved was relief from the burning desire that consumed her. As she moved deeper into the room, a figure emerged from the shadows. His facial features were indistinct, but his piercing ocean-blue eyes sparkled like diamonds in the dim light. His chiseled physique only intensified her arousal.

Without thinking, she found herself drawn to him, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. It was as if her body had taken control, leaving her mind to struggle with the consequences.