Because she’s a demon.
As in, one of Satan’s minions, demon.
Try as I might, I can’t seem to fight the attraction I have for her, even though I know what she truly is. And apparently, she can see right through me and uses my conflicting feelings to tease and torture me with my own lust.
Then when I think of getting her under me, I don’t know if I want to strangle or kiss her.
Perhaps both.
Even in a do-or-die situation, she treats the world as her own personal amusement park. Life is her own twisted game, one I am now caught up in.
So, how did I go from wanting to destroy her to needing to protect her?
And how do I keep myself safe when, because of her, I’m in the firing line too?
They say lust is one of the seven deadly sins. I should be strong enough to resist her.
But somehow, she uses this sin against me. And the control I’ve trained so hard to maintain comes apart with one simple press of her body against mine.
Even if I burn in Hell for my desire, at least I know she’ll still be there.