The Duke's Passion

Chapter 169 - Make Memories With The Devil

"Because I suddenly had an erection." Can he be a little less blunt? The heat on my face instantly increased as I instinctively held my breath.

"Haha! Breathe, Lilou. Breathe!" Sam laughed gleefully, patting my stiff shoulders before he clapped. "You get flustered easily! I jest! I'm not a dog in heat."

How could he tease so out of the blue? I frowned as I slapped his chest and looked away to hide my flushed cheek.

"Come on! I'm not serious," He cajoled mischievously. "But, I'm curious. What did you think when I said I had an erection?"

I glanced at him briefly and murmured, "I thought you want… something like that, obviously."

"Something like, what?" He asked, his expression quizzical as he guided my chin to face him. His thumb brushed my lip as his eyes glanced at them before raising them back at me.

I gulped when his gaze flicked devilishly.

"Something, like… " He trailed off as his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer as I instinctively planted my fist on his firm chest. He tilted his head, smirking. "...like how my arm will wrap around your tiny waist while I slowly pin you down?"

My breath hitched as Sam slowly pinned me down while staring at me intensely.

"And once your back feels the softness of the divan, I will notice how tempting your lips are and get distracted with your pulsating vein," He whispered as his eyes glanced at my neck and added, "but then, your chest that is moving heavily in and out will fight for my attention, so I will trace it to satiate my curiosity... or hunger."

Sam did everything that left his lips while I watched his eyes glistened with desire. "Should I rip your clothes off or go slowly? I will think about something like that too as I raise my gaze to your eyes to seek an answer."

My mouth opened and closed like a fish. What should I say? 'Yes, do that, please!' My subconscious mind instructed, but words wouldn't come out of my parched throat.

"Ahh, you're driving me mad, You." He caroled under his breath, brushing the apex of his nose against mine. "What can I even do with this feeble body of yours other than break it?" His grip on my waist tightened as if holding something fragile.

"I, I won't… break," I stammered meekly, being brave or just foolish, knowing the experience would be different this time. "You will be in pain if you hold it in."

"Oh, You." His chuckles were low and menacing as the tip of his nose traced the side of my neck. "How can you be so foolishly bold?" I flinched when I felt his tongue flick against my skin and his other hand slipping under my skirt.

"Well," I started, clearing my throat, but couldn't speak when he kissed my neck.

"Well?" He whispered, encouraging me to speak while he continued to trace a path on my thigh. "Go on, I'm listening."

"I," I quivered when he squeezed my thigh and bit my shoulders lightly. "I… am dumb," were the only words that slipped past my lips.

"Mhm. Are you?" He hummed, pulling the lace of my dress with his teeth as if he had planned to undress me by ripping my dress slowly. "Because?"

"Be — because." My mind short-circuited as he stood on his knees, unbuttoning the first three buttons of his white linen shirt.

He smirked at me before he bent over, inhaling my breath sharply. "Come on, You. Don't stop. I want you to tell me what's inside that brain of yours."

How could I continue when you're openly seducing me? "Is this your new way of torture?" I blurted out, and I covered my lips instantly.

"How can you say something so arousing?" He teased with a low chuckle. "I merely want to save time from knowing what happened to you in here while doing something I want."

"Because you wouldn't spare the time to just listen to what happened to me when I was abducted?" My mood instantly made a turn as I frowned. I winced when he suddenly squeezed my thigh harder.

"Because I don't think just listening to you alone is possible," He clarified as he nibbled my collarbones. "You need to learn to take advantage of the opportunities, You. Multitask."

"Lilou," I corrected with a pout, pounding my fist against his chest lightly. "My name is Lilou." But Sam suddenly caught my wrist and pinned it above my head with his crimson orbs hovering over me.

"You have too many layers of clothes, it's frustrating already!" He exclaimed annoyingly, gazing at my dress which he tore but still protected by my undergarments. Was he just diverting the subject? My frown revealed my disappointment.

"Hmm. Let me tear it... "

He trailed off as I exclaimed an offended, "No!" and glared daggers at him while I struggled to free my hands from him. "No kissing or making love unless you call my name," I said bravely as I sat down while pushing his chest.

The excitement in his eyes faded as he squinted his eyes. "Did you really think you have a say in here?"

"I don't, but I can at least try, right?" I huffed. "You can just take me by force if that's what you want, but know that I didn't give my consent."

The expression on his face was more menacing than ever, but he did nothing.? He only clicked his tongue in annoyance and clipped my skirt with his fingers, tugging it lightly.

"Come on, You. I thought you're concerned about me because I'd be in pain if I held it in."

"Is it so hard to say my name?" I gasped in disbelief, facing him squarely. "Even if it's, 'Lilou, I'll kill you,' it's fine!"

"If I say your name now, who will be in pain if it doesn't sound like the one you used to hear?" His response rendered me speechless as I watched him cock his head while batting his eyes languidly, before he added, "I'm not that Sam, and I hate being compared, You."

"Then, let's hear it," I suggested, emboldened by his consideration I didn't know until now. "Who said I want to compare? I love my Sam, but I will love Hell harder. I already said — ah!" I squealed, holding on to his arms as he yanked me on his lap.

"Very well." I slowly gazed up, only to see the devil smirking down on me. "Say, Lilou, will make memories with the devil as well?"