Atmosphere heated by two figures

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"Mmm!" Isabella got startled when Alexander captured her lips. Her lips were still stained with the soup when Alexander tasted them.

Alexander took the bowl from her hand and shoved it aside on the table. Then, holding her hand, he placed her palm on his taut chest muscle. Isabella's entire body trembled under his passionate kiss. It was hot and different.

He took her to the middle of the bed without breaking the kiss. He sucked her lower lip hard, causing Bella to moan. Laying on top of her, he kissed her restlessly. The atmosphere became sensual for the two figures to go crazy.

Isabella's hand grabbed the back of his hair and clasped it hard. Her body limped as the kiss became heated. One hand squeezed Bella's waist, making her whimper in between the kiss. Both of their rhythms started matching with each other and it became violent.

Alexander was losing his composure. The devil wanted to get out of its skin. His devil was growling for the deed, which Alexander didn't want to do. His blazing eyes were opened sharply and found the clinging woman turned red. She was looking very tempting and alluring, perfect for him to devour.

In the end, he stopped his devil, and behind this hesitation, Alexander was hiding a big incentive. For a moment he got distracted, but now he had come into his sense. Right instant, he bit Bella's lower lip and moved away from her when Bella wasn't ready to leave him.

"Go to sleep," Alexander grumbled like a devil. Bella flunked her eyes open to question him, but he already walked out, leaving her empty and uncomfortable.

"Jerk," Isabella loudly said and threw a pillow toward the door. Her eyes turned teary, and she climbed down from the bed angrily. First, she kicked the door and then shouted, "Don't you dare come into this room!"

After that, she slammed the door and locked it.

The anger in her was intolerable. She wanted to punch something to vent her rage, or anything she could bite would be perfect to unleash her fire.

She walked up to the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her face was red and her lips were swollen. Her eyes were wet.

'Why tears?' Isabella thought, had no clue and yes, she was emotional as if she wanted love from him but didn't get it.

She was furious with herself. It was her fault that she let him make fun of her treasured thing after knowing his character.

She pushed back her emotions deep down again and went on to the washroom. She let herself soak in the cold shower. Her mind couldn't help but recall the incident that happened a few minutes ago.

That feeling was very pleasant. She felt alive and in love, which she never had felt before. Now, the emotions in her were overwhelming, urging her to cry.

"I made a mistake submitting myself to him. I should have pushed him or slapped him. Why did I allow myself to be used?" Isabella talked to herself and expressed her thoughts, which she didn't follow.

A few minutes later she went outside naked because she had showered on her clothes, and there was no bathrobe in the bathroom. And the towel she used was thrown into the basket inside the bathroom.

When her eyes fell on the t-shirt and shorts which Alexander offered her. Her thoughts contemplated whether should wear it or not. Also, she couldn't sleep naked. It was uncomfortable. At least she would prefer a bra and panty. There was none, so she wore his t-shirt and shorts for tonight.

Her hair was wet but not dripping wet. She can sleep with them. So, after wearing his clothes, she laid down on the bed, and the silk pillow under her head was smelling like him.

It was like everything she would do was always pertained to him, not directly but surely.

Before closing her eyes, one last time she tried to call her father and her friends, but it was still the same information she got.

After sometimes twisting and turning, she fell asleep comfortably. Her stable breaths quite ascertained that she was in a deep sleep.

Later that night Alexander appeared in her room, which was his room, and his bed was occupied by the girl. However, Alexander wasn't in his Human form. He turned into a devil; with two big horns, a red devil.

"I've ignored your power. You are powerful. You completely riled up this devil," with a growling sound the devil spoke, glancing at that sleeping girl.

"Why am I feeling weak? Why can't I hold you and compel you to work the way I want?" The devil spoke. Then he hopped on the bed and crawled to the woman.

"I am fascinated. My body always reacts to you. No Demoness has the power like you, despite being a puny creature," the devil grumbled and was angry with himself. A devil could be in trouble no one would have imagined. The hell king was distressed because of a human.

There were also rules that he couldn't do anything with her without a deal. Although devils could compel, he was an exception. He loved submitting.

He took a whiff of her, closing his nose to her neck when Bella moaned, as she got tickled by something.

Suddenly, her hand grabbed that person who was hovering over her and snuggled closer. The devil turned stiff and returned to his human form.

He looked down at the girl and got angry, as she was making everything difficult for him. He literally wanted to gobble up this girl and his problems would be over.

Isabella unknowingly clung to the man's neck. Alexander was in turmoil. He wanted to push this woman away from him, also the other half didn't want it.

Thereon struggling, he concluded, that he would lie down with Bella for minutes, after that he would leave this room.

Bella was facing him, although she was sleeping. That's why she didn't aware that the devil was closely watching her every feature.

She was beautiful, which no one could deny, not even Alexander. The purity and the innocence were so tempting to him. Her peaceful face was like a newborn baby. Her dimple was slightly visible and would enhance more when she smiled.

Foolishly, Alexander pushed her lips upward with his finger to see her dimple. But Isabella quickly slapped that finger as she thrashed mosquitoes and murmured, "Mosquitoes, stop irritating me."

A Smile broke upon Alexander's lips. He was a mosquito. He never had thought anyone would address him like a mosquito.

"Oh, what I am going to do," Alexander whispered, touching Bella's lips, and resumed in the next second, "Do mosquitoes bite lips?" Simultaneously, he captured her lips again and licked them once, then moved away from her.

"We are even," Alexander uttered and smirked.

"By the way, you look nice in my dress," Alexander said, rubbing her cheeks with his fingers.

★★★

The following day, Isabella woke up late. Slightly lifted her head, she unlocked her phone and saw it was9 o'clock. And she did not know how she slept that long while she was an early riser. However, which amused her was the network bar that was visible and full.

Instantly, she dialed Denny's number, instead of her father's, because she was sure that her father had called either Danny or Bethany, after receiving no response to her number.

The number had rung twice when the person picked up the call and howled on the phone, "Where have you been, Bella? What happened to you? Where are you now?"

"Danny, did dad call you last night?" Bella inquired about the important question. She was praying inside that her friends would have controlled the situation or she would be doomed.

"Yes, uncle called me after he called you and got no response on your number," Danny answered.

"What did you tell him?" Bella asked again.

"We said you are with us but you are not feeling well, so you slept early. Although my belief says that your father didn't believe the answer," Danny answered first, then asked, "But where are you?"

"I'll explain everything to you later in college. Okay, bye," Bella hung up and got out of bed, and went to the bathroom because her bladder was hurting.

Sitting on the toilet seat, her eyes fell on her dress, which was neatly folded in the cabinet, which means it had been dried and even ironed. 'How?' Bella's surprised mouth uttered. Also, the cabinet was opened for her to notice.

She ran outside to check the door, and it was unlocked. She had locked the door last night before going to sleep.

"How is it unlocked?" She gulped in fear. Suddenly, a loud bang on the door made her jump backward.

"Who?" Bella asked, holding her breath.

"Your servant, Madame. I brought your breakfast," the voice mocked, and she knew who was it.

"Come in," Bella said and saw the same old woman enter the room with breakfast and her face would kill anyone's appetite.