Chapter Three

"W-what are you doing in my house?"

I took a step back, I might have asked who he is or where the hell did his good looks come from but the fact that my killer hasn't been found yet has entered my mind uninvited, making me tremble.

I was about to take one more step backward, away from my room but he was gone in an instant! I felt my back touched someone else's body so I roughly turned around and he was there!

I stumbled back, scared of him, scared of what's happening. I stared at him and dig my nails in my palm to see if I am hallucinating or even dreaming. But I am fucking not! And he is really standing right in front of me! He looked at me like he was having fun watching me frightened. I shook my head, gathering a lot of courage to speak up.

"Are you my killer?" My voice broke in the middle of the sentence.

He then sat down with his bent knee and laughed in a way that feels more of scorn. "I could have killed you back in the hospital if I was your killer." Oh my God! So he is real! The kiss was, too! I swallowed, but the cold ambiance in the room still travels through my entire body.

"Who are you?"

"Your savior."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" I wanted to laugh at his ridiculing subject but I was too damn afraid to be laughing my ass right now. His eyes never break with mine and as my eyes travel down to his lips, I remember the faint kiss that woke me up the last, last night. I know I am damn- stupid to be thinking about that right now.

"You sold your soul to me before you died."

This time, I laughed—hard. What is this comic shit that he is talking about? I watched how Johnny, the ghost rider, sold his soul to the devil, but that is a movie! "You are funny. You think I am going to believe that?"

He shrugged as he licked his lips. "See for yourself." He laid his cheek on his palm and stared at me with his stoic face.

My laugh turned to a silent scream when my heart felt a painful burst, all of a sudden. The pain was something that I can remember. This is how it felt like when I was shot, suffering slowly until blood all come out. My eyes are tearing out and the air that continuously supplies my lungs were gone. There were these burns once again, making me cry. I grasped for help but he was just staring at me, acting like he was watching a dull movie. "S-stop this please..." I managed to get those three words out of my mouth then the pain stopped.

After the traumatizing event, my body fell down completely and everything turned black.

My eyes opened when my chest was touched by something warm. It was giving me a peaceful feeling, I turned to open my eyes.

I was in my bed and the devil, as he thinks of himself, which he really is, after subjecting me to that pain again is sitting beside me.

"You're evil." I frowned, tears began streaming out of my face even though I bit my lip to try and stop it.

"Well, that's what I am, a demon." He spoke seriously. This time, you'll never see the jest in his blue eyes. He just looks at me, waiting for me to stop my crying.

"What's going to happen to me now?" I spoke between my sobs.

"After you died, your soul offered me your body and that's it."

I looked at him, the menace tracing from my teary eyes. I took my pillow and hugged it, hiding my body from him. "So you're gonna—I will be your sex slave?" I have never been so reserved all this time just for someone I don't even know to touch me!

"Dumb girl, I wouldn't even take an interest in that body of yours. There are so many girls out there that I can mess up with, those with bigger--." He stopped as his gaze drop down my boobs. He was scorning me again and damn, that is cruel. I felt a pang of disappointment for some stupid reasons.

"Well, I would never let you touch me too!" Even though your hotness is overqualified! He is really angelic to be a demon. I imagined the demons from the stories to have horns and have burning skins but this one in front of me looks like he came out from a freaking web novel.

My breathing hitched when he leaned so close to my face, with his lips partly opened. "Are you sure about that?" His sexy voice was there again, making me feel an unwanted itch on my body. I nodded, showing him that I can't just take back my words.

As if he was challenging me, the tip of his finger laid in my cheek, slowly sliding it down until he reaches my neck—I gasped. His lips curved into a lop-sided smile and he continues with his finger play, he then put his palm at the back of my nape while his thumb gently stroking the side of my neck, never breaking intense eye contact. I can feel the tingles running back to my spine as he puts on a little more pressure to his touch, his lips now closer, breathing into mine. I can smell his minty breath, and the hotness pulsating in my body is turning me on.

My senses were suddenly heightened, as he pushes me to lay down with his body on top of me, his sexy beautiful eyes never leaving me, and the proximity of our faces never changing. His nail lightly grazes on my nape and neck, it made me moan. I have never felt like this before, nor did I have someone do this to me. His other hand lays on my waist, his fingers sliding up until he reached the side of my breast, my moan turned to come out louder than before. The tension broke when he snorted, shaking his head, he left my pulsating body on the bed as he stood up with a victorious smile on his face.

"Where is the 'I would never let you touch me' act, Ms. Reiss? You nearly opened up your legs for me." He tilted his head, dropping down that fucking hot and cold gaze upon me. I threw the pillow at him in rage. Fuck you! I would never let you play with me again. He laughed as the pillow hit him. It was cute, too damn cute—but it's not funny. He opened up a part of me that is filled with wanting and now I feel uneasy.

"Let's talk about this outside." He leaned his head to point out the dining area and he walked away, closing the door of my room.

"Moron!" I shouted, punched my bed, and threw up some tantrums like a fucking child. It would have been so nice if he wasn't so arrogant. That fucking devil! I would have been scared if he was formal but he acts like a freaking gang leader!

I shouted once again, letting out a high pitch sound until my lungs couldn't take it anymore. I dropped down my bed, breathing heavily, and stayed like that for quite a time. I walked outside after calming myself down, I found him in the chair near the dining bar in my kitchen and he looks at me without saying anything but pointing me to go in the kitchen.

"What do you want from me?" I frowned as I dropped my palm on the tiles of the kitchen. I'm not afraid of him anymore, if he wants to just kill me then go ahead!

"No, you tell me." He looked at me like an alpha, his arms resting on the bar.

"What do you mean tell you? I don't even remember the deal you are talking about." I stared highly at him, I am angry right now, I want to slap his regal face but I can't just do that.

"Tell me what you want right now,” he replied softly.

"What the hell is this conversation even about?" I am totally curious as to why the demon which I offered my soul is asking me what I want.

He stood up, his palm still laying on the cold tiles, he was a bit taller than me and leaned closer at me again. I never faltered, I raised my eyebrow. I don't want some games right now.

"What. Do.You.Want?" He spoke with stress and tone in between the words and his eyes darken once again.

"I don't know! Maybe tell me how I am able to repay you for my life?" My tone was higher. Damn- I am furious. I don't care if our faces are close right now, whether do I care that I can feel his hot aura clashing with mine. I need to know what this is all about.

"Then be mine."