Kiss Me

*MORGAN'S POV*

'Bed? Complete the ritual? Is she talking about— No!'

As soon as Samantha proposes the idea, I feel claws clutch my heart. I wrestle with my breathing, I can feel my blood boil inside me. This feeling is awful. I want to yell or the hatred will suffocate me. And before I can have a second thought about it, my mouth is already starting to talk dirty against her as my whole flesh trembles. "You're such a bitch, witch devil! I dare you lay a hand on me! I'll kill you! I swear. I'll kill you, MONSTER!"

Samantha gave me a sideways peek. I can't read her through. There was nothing on her face, only that calm gorgeous mask behind her hideous form. I wonder whether my words have gotten on her nerves or what.

She does nothing. She says nothing. She just watches me, perceiving every weep of my pathetic soul.

Why can't she lose control and kill me?

I want my freedom back. If death is the only way, then I'd be willing to submit to death.

I panted. It's too exhausting to yell at someone who doesn't seem affected by whatever I said.

"You're done?". She asks with a 'who cares' tone. "Then follow me upstairs."

"Did you hear what I just said?" I grunted.

"Yeah. Loud and clear." She crosses her arms over her shoulders and lazily looks at me. "Honestly, I can hear it even if you yell them in your head."

"Then why are you still forcing me? Do you really think I'll sleep with you because I'm scared of you? Do you really think I'll give in to you because you're rich? Do you really think I'll agree to be your husband just because you're beautiful? I—"

She suddenly bursts out laughing. I have no idea what she finds funny.

"Am I laughable?"

"Oh no, sorry." She waves a hand in the air and crosses them back over her shoulder as she giggles endlessly. "I just can't help to laugh when you always admit I'm beautiful."

My brows crinkle in askance. "There's nothing funny about that, devil. You're not paying attention to my words. I WILL NEVER EVER ACCEPT YOU AS MY WIFE!! No matter how beautiful you are, you're nothing but a heartless monster in my eyes."

I'm not sure if it finally affects her, but I notice a sign of annoyance flashes in her eyes. It disappears so quickly, almost unnoticeable, so I really am not certain if I have seen it right. However, that's a good sign. It only means I can anger her.

I am about to continue my rant when she suddenly pounces on me and presses me against the wall, sticking my hands over my head with ease.

How ridiculous. Isn't this how bossy and domineering men conquer girls? What in the world have I done in my previous life? Why am I placed in this kind of situation? It should be me making these moves towards my woman.

We have our eyes locked on each other. Being this close, once again, I notice how mesmerising her emerald eyes are. And my heart started to beat wildly inside my chest at this sight.

"What are you doing?" I ask which sounds like a whisper as I try to push her away. But I am like a damsel resisting against a hero, I can't make her budge the slightest. "Hands off me."

She carries her face closer to mine, closer and closer until our noses lightly brush against each other. I shiver, some weird sparks creep into my skin, and I can't help but shiver as my heart races to my throat. And then, I detect heat emitting from me.

She moves herself away from me a little as a teasing smile plays on her lips. "See? Your body is being honest. It wants me."

"That's bullshit!" I clutch my chest as I clench my teeth. I am so furious that I can feel the heat enveloping all over my body.

"Oh, stop denying it. Or you want me to prove it right here?", says Samantha with a grin.

I close my eyes and take a longer and deeper breath. When I open my eyes again, all the emotions in me become void. "Look at my lips, Samantha, and hear my pleas. I only have one heart. And this heart only beats for Ashley. It is small and fragile. It can't afford to love you. I'll die."

Silence dominates between us after that. And I thought it would last longer, or at least she would understand that it's impossible between us. But, I am wrong. I'm so wrong.

"Dickhead." She knocks my head and vanishes. 

I sloped down feebly against the wall. My legs have gone weak, I feel so lost and hopeless. What must I do to make her free me again? 

She reappears before me after a second of disappearing, with the worst surprise being prepared for me.

"Look at what I got for you." She cheerfully shows me a shackle handcuff. 

My eyes rounded in horror. My dream of freedom is instantly crumbled by her. "W-what are you going to do with that? You can't be—"

"Yes, I can." She playfully smiles. "I hate disobedient people. To avoid an untamed cat slipping away, I have to keep him by my side. What do you think? Are you thrilled?"

"Why are you so evil?"

"Precisely. I'm a vampire. Where can you see a walking vampire being so kind?" She grabs my wrist and handcuffs one of my hands. 

"Now, it's time to finish the ritual." 

Before I can say a word, she grabs me by my waist and dashes in a flash upstairs. She takes me into a dreamy spacious room.

The room is well-ventilated. Everything that a one bedroom apartment could fit in is present in the room. It is clean, smells fresh, her jasmine scent still lingers in the room. However, there's one thing that makes my eyes squint; everything around me is red. Curtains, sheets, wall paints, pillows, all of them are red. I'm pretty sure her dresses are red as well, since I have never seen her wear another colour since we met.

A vampire indeed. Obviously, she loves the colour of blood.

I snap out of my thoughts as my ears catch a sound of something that is being locked. To my horror, I find myself being tied to the metal headboard of the bed. 

"What is this for?" I asked as I tried to pull my hand off of the lock. "Why are you tying me here? Release me!"

She ramps towards me with a simper across her face.

"Y-you… you— don't come near me!" I yelled, and again, tried to break free from the shackle.

"If I were you, I'd be a good boy. Perhaps I'll consider setting you free."

"You're letting me go?"

She nods.

"What should I do? Make love with you?" My body shook as those words came out of my mouth.

She lifts my chin with her forefinger and whispers, "You naughty boy, your mind is dirty. But, I like it. Wild."

Then, she throws me on the bed with a single finger, as if I am just a weightless object. The bed bounces back as I land on my stomach.

I groan and turn around ferociously. I suddenly feel like several buckets of ice are being poured all over me as cold sweat engulfs me when she begins to crawl on the bed, showing me her… umm, her full and eyes-feast virgin breasts.

Fuck, what am I thinking?

"No." I shook my head. "Don't come near me. Don't— I won't consummate this damn absurd marriage with you!!" I kick my legs towards her but she just catches them effortlessly and spreads my legs. 

'What is happening? Don't tell me she's going to force herself on me!'

"No! No! I don't want this!" I scream as I struggle when she begins to go on all fours above me. "Kill me if you want, but I won't let you pollute my body! Get off!"

All of my resistance, yellings, and objections, fell on deaf ears. My throat begins to feel sour but this monster is still not listening to me.

As a man, this is fucking humiliating!

"Damn it, Samantha! Though you're a monster, you're at least a woman. Have some dignity!"

Samantha pauses from leaning closer to my neck. I don't know if she is considering sucking my blood or caressing it with her obnoxious kisses. 

Attacking her dignity is my last card, and I'm surprised it works.

We locked our eyes again. This time, I'm panting from lassitude while she just again stares at me without having an ounce of emotion on her face, which annoys me.

"Get off." I urged.

She smirks. "Fine. But on one condition."

"Speak."

"Kiss me."

"Did I hear you right?" My brows furrow.

"What? You're doubting your ears?" She raised a brow.

"No. It's impossible." I turned my head to the side. I firmly refused to kiss her. Hell, no!

"You sure? If I take the lead, you're going to regret it. Now, kiss me."

"Is this again part of your so-called ritual?"

"Sort of."

"Ridiculous."

"Hurry up. I'm losing patience." She says in a warning tone.

"You can kiss me on my cheek." I gave in. Better let her kiss me to end this, since it's still me who suffers whether I kiss her or not.

"No way. It should be you who will kiss me."

"Are you pushing your luck?" I shut her dagger glare.

"I'm giving you the best options." She smiles playfully.

"Alright. I'll kiss you. Turn your head away." I crunch my nose as she draws her cheek on me. I forcefully dragged my head to reach out for this sickening kiss. 

Then, out of the blue, she faces me and my lips land on her lips.

"Shit, you're disgusting!" I spit on her face as she laughed and that instantly stopped her. If it was someone else, I could say she was being offended. But this woman? Ah, for sure, she's gonna make me suffer more.

The atmosphere of the room immediately drops icy. Tension between us explodes, and my skin tightens and all my hair stands on end in response.

I'm doomed. My end is finally here. I witnessed her emerald eyes turn red, bloody red.

She grips my chin painfully and threatens me through gritted teeth. "Oh boy, you're so stupid. Trust me, if I lose control, it's not you who is going to suffer. It's THEM."

I'm not stupid. This vampire woman is referring to the safety of my family against her.

I gnashed my teeth. "Yes, you're strong. So you're capable of bullying me. And I hate you for that. I hope you'll have a horrible death soon!"

"I'm tired." Samantha closes her eyes. "Go get some sleep silently next to me. Or else, I'll step so low and help you extinguish the fire in your body."

"What are you talking about?"

She rolls off my body and lies down next to me. She gave a cold glance at my lower body and said, "See it yourself. Your cock is pointing at my ceiling."

"Nonsense!" I checked on my lower part out of curiosity and I was ashamed, deeply ashamed, as I saw that something on my crotch was bulging. My eyes pop wide. "Oh shit!"

I turned around in panic, and with my horrible luck, I fell from the bed, down to the floor with a thud.

She chuckles again, as if she's not mad at me just earlier. "An idiot is forever an idiot. Don't run from me. Sleep in bed with me. And the marriage ceremony is done."

"Hell, no! I'll sleep here." I roared.

"I'm not asking you. I'm forcing you." Before I can refuse, I feel invisible hands clutch on my clothes and yanks me back on the bed as I scream in horror. "Now, have a sweet dream."

She turns her back at me, while I feel hopeless. I don't know what she did to me, but I can't either move nor speak.