The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

“When I make a threat Mr. Tyler, I see to it that the person is expunged from the surface of the earth, permanently. You just stepped on the lion’s tail, prepare to be devoured by the ravenous beast you have awakened.” He declared, his words conveying a deadly meaning, to which the latter clearly understood.

Tyler didn’t know why, but the tone with which he said made his blood freeze in agitation. And he couldn’t halt the wallop of shivers that barreled up his spine like a tsunami. The aura encompassing him metamorphosed into a lethal one.

The air wreathing the former became too clogged up as he gulped at the air. The more he guzzled at the air, the more strenuous it became to breathe.

He settled his palm on his chest hurriedly in a bid to tranquilize his rampaging heart. He was suffocated by the icy glare the latter sent his way, and his lingering gaze seemed to incite a deep sense of mortal terror within him.

No, he couldn’t be frightened by him. He could easily crush him and his ego with just the snap of a finger.

“For a pauper, you sound too bold. I get it, poor people are daring. That’s what destroys them speedily.”

“We’ll see who the pauper is. Soon you will be crawling on your knees begging for your life, but I won’t heed to your pleas.” He said with a small smirk playing on his lips.

It wouldn’t vitiate to allow him experience a little dose of the pain he’s gonna be getting soon. With that in mind, the grin on his face grew.

Tyler eyes brimmed with horror. What did he mean by that? The nerves of this boy to threaten his life! Who does he think he is?

He suddenly felt this sharp pain in his chest that made him clutch unto his chest tightly in excruciation as he expelled a muffled scream.

Kelvin, who was at a distance away from where they stood, bolted to his father’s side upon beholding his discomfort.

Panic shoot through him like venom as he provided stamina to his almost collapsing figure. The people were all too busy enjoying the party to even catch a glimpse of Tyler’s plight.

“Dad, are you alright? Dad! Dad!”

Riri’s eyes widened with trepidation upon seeing the man’s poor state of health.

She made to assist him, but Blake gripped her waist, pulling her body into his hard frame. She struggled to weasel out of his grasp, but it was effortless, as he was stronger than she was.

Why wasn’t he letting her help him, or at least letting her scamper for help? Although the man had been nothing but rude and foul-mouthed, it would be devastating if he were to collapse or, even worse, die at her party.

It would ruin the party her dad and mom worked so hard to organize, and perhaps the police might come over to ask a few questions. She didn’t want her family to get involved in any scandal that could tarnish their reputation.

And she wouldn’t forgive herself, knowing that she could have proffered help to him, but she didn’t. She would have to carry that burden for the rest of her life.

“You’re too soft-hearted, but don’t worry, I won’t kill him yet. I just want him to feel some pain.” He rasped, nibbling on her earlobe.

Riri had no idea how much this man had hurt her family. If she knew, she wouldn’t be so kind to offer him help.

Her eyes snapped open with mortification. The shivers of pleasure that ran through her body from his delicate touch were swiftly replaced by appalling and heart-wrenching shivers.

What did he mean by that? He couldn’t be responsible for the man’s heart attack, could he? Even if he was, how did he do it? He did say he was some sort of magician, but magicians don’t hurt people, right?

Or was he into black magic? The thought of that made her frightful. No, he couldn’t possibly be practicing black magic. There was no way. Then how did he do that?

All these were the thought that crammed her mind as stared at him with perplexity and horror.

The more she thought about it, the more the aching in her head grew. Seeing that it was futile uncovering this mystery, she decided to give it a rest.

Blake had no plans of killing him yet. He just wanted him to have a taste of the excruciating pain he would be experiencing soon. This was nothing compared to the anguish Dionne underwent when she lost her baby.

This was just the tip of the iceberg. He would have him beg for his life, but he wouldn’t harken to his solicitation. This would be him avenging Dionne’s agony and little Ivan’s untimely expulsion.

Tyler felt like his heart was gripped by an invisible force, that clenched and unclenched his heart. The pain that shot through his chest almost made him pass out.

This particular attack was more torturous than the other heart attacks he has had in the past. It felt like it was deliberate.

“Dad, your medicine!” Kelvin dropped a few pills on his father’s palm, to which he swallowed hastily.

After about a minute or so, he relaxed as the pain subsequently subsided.

“What did you do to my father?” A furious Kelvin roared.

“Don’t look at me. I didn’t do anything to him. He came here seeking for trouble, how was I supposed to know he had health issues? Had I known, I would have been wary of my words. I shouldn’t have made him feel so frightful, hence the reason for his attack.”

“You…” Tyler croaked, trailing off. Was he implying that he feared him?

“Your father should pay more attention to his health. He shouldn’t go about creating a fuss for I and my wife. He should also avoid overworking his heart too much.” He uttered, feigning a concerned expression.

“If you want him to live long and die at a ripe old age, you should caution him and teach him to bridle his tongue. Excessive raffishness results in untimely death. The world is a pernicious place, and most people are unforgiving and rancorous. They just might choreograph for your assassination.” He said it with so much resoluteness, his tone conveying a scintilla of spitefulness.

The thin line of Riri’s brow jumped in astonishment. How was he so comfortable threatening people? Wasn’t he scared that if anything happened to him, he would be the prime suspect?

Why does she sense that he meant every word he said? Was he really going to organize for his assassination? Or maybe murder the man himself?

A prickling sensation shot up her spine as a chill froze her on the spot at the thought of that. She would rather not consider him to be a murderer. Perhaps he only said that to scarify him.

“How dare you threaten my father to my face? I could have you locked up in jail!” He thundered.

“Lock me up in jail?” He chortled with sarcasm.

“I would love to see you try. You are not even man enough. You’re just an insecure, foolish and a spoiled brat!” He bellowed with blinding fury.

“It’s a shame that you are unable to court a girl yourself, instead you depend solely on your daddy. You can’t even make decisions for yourself without going to daddy for help. Oh, how could I forget? You are daddy’s boy.” He taunted, tittering with strong detest and mockery.

What made Blake furious was the actuality that he had the intrepidity to desire his woman. No one could take Riri away from him, no one! Any man who dares to hanker for her, would face his devastating wrath.

“How dare you speak to me in that manner? Do you know who I am? I can make and break you with just the snap of my finger. This gorgeous woman doesn’t deserve someone as ill-mannered as you are.”

Riri rolled her eyes with weariness. What was it with these people telling her who deserves her and who doesn’t? She was getting sick of the duo.

“If he doesn’t deserve me, then who does?” She asked unexpectedly, taking him off guard. Her voice alone sounded so angelic, and he found it pleasing to his ears. Like a soft and relaxing music on a cool Autumn evening.

He gazed at her flawless face for the umpteenth time, and he found himself mesmerized by her beauty.

He swept his eyes along her body, feeding his eyes with her sexy body. Not only that, but he wished she had worn a tightly fitted gown. He would have loved to see the luscious curves of her body the ball gown was enshrouding.

Blake growled, his beautiful blue orbs alchemizing into vicious red orbs for a fleeting moment upon sighting him undauntedly checking out his woman. Wasn’t he scared of death?Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I do. Only I am deserving of your love, my sweet.” He winked and she scoffed with disgust.

What she said next, however, amazed both herself and Blake, who was left gaping at her speech.

She began, “Too bad, but I am already taken. And I love this man so much. He’s like the oxygen I breathe, and I don’t think I can live a day without him. His touch makes my legs wobble and my heart flutters and pounds when he’s with me.

“Butterflies have a time of their life in my stomach, and I find myself yearning to be deep within his embrace. The warmth of his body soothes my soul and warms my heart, and his proximity alone is enough to leave a current of electricity running through me.

“His kisses leaves me breathless and longing for more. Time seems to stop and all I see is just me and him. Just the two of us floating in a world of endless ecstasy.

“And nothing else matters when he’s with me. I feel safe in his warmth and my mind becomes clouded and all my worries dissipates. He lights up my world when darkness envelops me.

“And there is nothing you or anybody can do or say to make me fall out of love with him. My advice to you, find yourself some other woman because you will only end up wasting your time chasing me. He’s everything I need in a man, and yes, he does deserve me as much as I deserve him.”

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Aww so sweet. Did Riri just say that? I will update tomorrow guys. Sorry for the late update.