Julian

W hat the fuck is she doing here? It's like she knew I was planning on letting my frustrations out, and indulging in my favorite room in the lower level of the Cathedral. The lower level is full of the depraved, those who like to explore kinks so dark that it's rare to have someone consent. There's only a few that have been able to handle me, otherwise I try to suppress this need.

I walked up to the bar to get a glass of whiskey when I noticed her blonde hair, completely curled and loose reaching her lower back. She wears a dark blue dress that brings out her crystal blue eyes. I can't help but see red the moment that asshole tried to touch her. I make a mental note to have Ry hack the system for his information later.

He'll be dead soon for even fucking looking at what's mine .

Que carajos era eso?

"I don't need you to save me, Demon. Go back to your hell and pretend you didn't even see me," she grumbles, her hooded eyes darkening the more she glares daggers at me.

"I didn't do it to save you, bruja. I did it to save them from your little spells," I note, and add a little smirk just to fucking mess with her. Sierra's jaw clenches as she grips her glass so hard her fists turn white.

Turning in her chair to face me, I get distracted by her long porcelain legs, the heels she has on are black with a thin heel, that could practically be a weapon if she so chose. Her soft skin is a complete distraction, the need to see red dripping from her flesh has my cock thickening by the minute.

"What are you doing here, Mu?eca?" I tilt my head as I keep feasting my eyes on her revealed skin, imagining that my knife was against her delicate neck as I fuck her mercilessly.

Fuck .

"It's none of your business." She grits, pushing the chair back as she stands; she's naturally tall, but with her heels she is almost eye level with me. I can't do this right now with her. I can't have my adrenaline pumping more than it is at the risk of dragging her downstairs with me.

"You need to leave. Now." I reach for her arm, gripping her skin roughly enough that I know I'll leave a bruise as I pull her into me. I forgot for a single moment that she had endured so much pain already at the hands of some assholes. I'm surprised that she even let me touch her, that she didn't even flinch the moment I was too close. The sparks of electricity that course through my body feel like I've been struck by lightning.

What the fuck is happening. I don't fucking like it.

I let go of her arm like I've been contaminated. Taking a small step back, I just stare at the faint blush slowly disappearing from her face and chest. Did she feel that too?

She grabs her glass from the bar, brings it up to her plump pink lips and swallows the clear contents in one large swallow. She slams the glass onto the bar, as she licks of the remnants off her lips and steps closer, until her breasts slightly press against my chest

Her nipples harden enough for me to feel under her fabric, she doesn't seem to realize I can clearly see just how turned on she currently is. The thoughts of fucking her is on a consistent loop in my mind. I growl in frustration, her body is too close, way too fucking close that I'm about to fucking snap.

Her chest rises and falls against me, it's as if the room fades away leaving just the two of us, our breath mixes with how close our proximity is. We each try to show case our dominance, I try to intimidate her, willing her to back down before I do something really fucking stupid. Without breaking eye contact I take a step back, still at a standoff with the little bruja that seems to make my blood boil.

"I just," she starts, the hesitation clear in her voice, "I need to try something." She closes the distance I created and grabs onto my shirt, her small fist clenching the fabric like she was about to push me off her, which is exactly what I expected. What I didn't expect was her clenched fists bringing me closer and her lips on mine.

Her soft lips gently press against mine, like she's trying to figure out whether or not she likes to be kissed that way. I part my lips, allowing her to take control for just one more moment before everything in me just snaps.

She pulls away for just a moment, allowing me to brush her hair gently behind her ear and move my hands through it until I grip the back of her neck and return my lips against hers. This time is different, our lips parts allowing our tongues to battle for dominance in a fury, my fingertips digging into the flesh behind her neck so hard I hope I leave bruises.

With my other hand I wrap it around her delicate little neck, I could snap it in just a moment if I truly wanted too. I dig at the pressure point squeezing so hard I think she's struggling to breath and then I bite her lip, hard enough to break skin. Her blood mixes with our saliva as the metallic tang mixes with the fresh vibrant taste of the alcohol causing me to groan as she lets out a moan of her own.

Fuck, since when did kissing feel so fucking good.

Here I am fucking feeling again, the frustration slowly goes through me when she takes my own bottom lip and bites hard enough to mix our blood with the subtle hint of tequila and whiskey. The taste is addicting, mind blowing and world fucking changing. She quickly pushes herself off me, like she just realized what the fuck just happened.

"Go home, Demon." She seethes, while bringing her thumb to the crease of her lip to wipe off a droplet of her blood, or mine. I am entranced as she delicately closes her lips around her digit and sucks it off. She turns, allowing her hair to whip in the air as she does, while I am tempted to catch a handful and pull her back to me. I don't do it. I let her think she did not just rock my fucking world with a single fucking kiss.

You can run bruja, but you sure as fuck can't hide.