Devil's vow novel Chapter 23

Tartarus sub-headquarters

Russia

It was a pitch black night, the luminescence of moon and stars was absent with thunder clouds surrounding the Tartarus sub-headquarters of Russia reassembling the night of the crowning for Ajax as the Devil of Underworld- a place of blood thirst, misery and torments.

Entering the office of Julian Romanov brought his childhood memories back like a flash of time. He was reminiscing those days when he used to be innocent and curious- the big green eyed child with no malice, the same greens which now haunted people in their nightmares.

Alaina moved to sit beside him when he pulled her on his lap, the Russian heiress opened her mouth to argue but seeing him so lost nestled close to him, her head on his chest, her strawberry fragrance calming him.

She had always seen him calculating and scrutinizing things but this time his crystal eyes seem to sing a foreign tale of cruelty and hardships bestowed upon him.

He closed his eyes and grabbed the office desk tightly instead of her, the glass sides digging into his palm but physical pain was nothing compared to the pain he lived his entire life and he didn't wanted to bring the same pain to her life.

The veil was removed and soon a feather light kiss was placed upon corner of his lips being traced to another corner while trailing his chin, his hold seemed to loosen.

Alaina reached for his hands, lifting it up, kissing the palm softly, his wrist then his knuckles, his fingers- one by one, placing his arms on her waist.

"To uncover my veil is a dangerous thing, isn't it?" It was her first time initiating a move on him, but he needed to let out his anger or it would burn him and in turn it would incinerate her.

If he was fire, she would be his ashes.

"If anybody would have heard me introducing myself as Alaina Strom....it would have been a war...they would have killed m-"

A growl escaped from deep inside his chest as he stopped her talking by colliding his lips with hers, it wasn't an innocent kiss, fire danced as his lips left a wet fire across hers, his tongue entered her mouth, exploring her making her moan, her own tongue stopping him from establishing total dominance to which his hands travelled down her waist to her thighs, touching and digging his fingers on the bare flesh available through the parted gown.

His hands travelled higher to her upper thighs making her gasp giving him enough time to manifest complete dominance.

Nobody would touch her....he was a sinner, she was his sin. He was a mortal, she was the nector he was searching for, if he was dying then she was his last breath.

She straddled him, her hands untying his tie and throwing it on the desk, his aggressive passion was a whirpool of burning lava, his anger and compassion danced together.

She broke the kiss to which he rested his head back at the throne chair giving her control, he needed to see his treasure's power, he wanted her to control him to guide him.

She bit his neck softly licking the skin, leaving hot, wet kisses on his neck ,tugging his smooth black hair, moaning as she tasted the chocolate essence on his skin, she wanted to devour him which he appreciated by a throaty groan.