Revenge to The Devil

"To the Hilton Hotel!" Jonathan instructed the driver. He was the previous driver and knew me, then pushed me into the car. He came in and pressed me against the back seat of the car as he drew closer to me. When his driver saw this, he pressed a button that let down a screen that offered us private space.

Jonathan clenched his hand around my jaw and forced me to look into his cruel eyes. He said in a gruesome and cold voice, "I told you, don't ever let me see you again... "

If I was eighteen years old, I would have said, "I just want to see you."

By then, I was already twenty, different from the little girl who stayed with him and only knew how to love and hate him as I did two years ago.

"How?" his eyes swept over my chest, waist, and legs. The street lights flashed across his face, shining red light on his silky hair. His eyes, bewitched by desire, struck my heart and drove the original lust to flow from within.

Lust was vicious when intoxicated by it, people lost their ability to think rationally. He was in front of me. It wasn't a hallucination.

That night, he was tangible. I could touch his smooth skin and kiss his soft lips. Even though I knew I could only enjoy that moment although there was no future for us, I was still...

I still smiled sweetly and tugged the zipper of my dress, then my thin, black gown slid off my soft and flawless skin. "Do you want to make love to me?" I asked.

I unbuttoned his suit slowly and gently touched his waist, then untied his belt. "Anyway, it isn't something new, I don't care... " I said.

He held my hands above my head, pressing on my body tightly and kissing my lips hard. Our bodies were passionately entwined, we made love...

After the passionate kiss, he let go of my hands, lifted my dress, then pulled down my stockings and underwear, and began to bend my legs...

Without any prelude, his hot body flowed into my body without hesitation...

"Em... yeah, "I groaned. The moment our bodies were melted into one, the fragility and grievance came back. All my strength disintegrated when feeling his excited convulsions.

I looked at him affectionately, like I did my first time with him, and every other time...

Two years had passed, I would have thought I had learned to be strong, to forgive. But it was just because he wasn't by my side!

When he looked at me, his charming face was flushed by the passion, and even his large, dark eyes were glowing a bright red.

When he looked at me, he gasped for breath, calling my name, "Desiree."

"Well..." I looked at him with a smile.

Although abandoned by him several times, I still liked to hear him say the words, "I love you!"

Even if it was just one sweet sentence!

But he whispered in my ear, "Have you came up with another good way to kill me this time?"

Hopelessly, I lay on an extremely uncomfortable seat and smiled bitterly when he kissed and hugged me passionately. At that moment, I knew why old lovers pretended to be strangers when they encountered one another.

When a man chose to give up, love was irreversible, like a river converging into the sea. I didn't continue the meaningless explanation, just touched his perfect face, including his ears, lips, and neck. I engraved the feeling in my mind, although the previous tenderness and sweetness were gone. It was enough to enjoy that wonderful thing.

He stroked my face and lips like he was touching rare porcelain. He moved closer to me, it was an absolute pleasure when our lips touched after waiting for each other for such a long time. I was obsessed and opened my mouth to touch his tongue, fusing our love. He held me tighter and tighter until he picked me up.

He sat up straight to put me on his lap, his hands holding my waist had to vibrate. I closed my eyes and tried to satisfy his desire. I heard his passionate murmurs. As my body was filled up by him again and again, the pleasure flowed through me in waves.

I gradually trapped my heart in his passion. It was more intense than before, but it was unfortunate that it ended quickly. I hadn't had time to let go of the bitterness of missing him or having enjoyed his passionate kisses. It was all over when the passion lasted. Outside the window, it was dark, but the words "Hilton Hotel" shone brightly.

The road was short, but it was enough to….

"I have arrived!" I loosened my hands from around his waist.

He supported himself, took a breath, and pulled away. The sudden emptiness terrified me, and I clenched my fingers to suppress the impulse to hold his waist again.

Since we couldn't get back together, it was better to end completely, even to cut off the last lingering emotion. I raised my head, staring at his eyes, and said, "Let's get divorced."

"You!" he widened his crimson eyes, that they looked like an everlasting, burning flame.

I put on my messy clothes and gave him an unattractive smile, "Your service is really worth ten dollars."

He stared at me, speechless for a long time.

I looked at him, knowing what his answer was, but still waited for it patiently. No expectations, no anxiety, no disappointment.

He rolled his sleeves up to his elbow and buttoned them up. Somehow, he couldn't button one of them, because it was in the wrong place. Then he tugged at it and buttoned it up again. After getting dressed, he lit a cigarette. His tightly pursed lips were stained with my lipstick, perhaps letting my smell lingers.