Kissed by the Devil Lancaster

The bass from the speakers hit the chest so hard when the door opened. Glasses at the bar vibrated faintly, as if drowned by the raucous music. The flashing strobe lights revealed sweaty faces dancing without caring about their surroundings. Behind the bar, a shining shaker was tossed into the air, met with small cheers from the VIP table. The stuffy air carried the sharp scent of perfume mixed with spilled alcohol, hitting the nose from the very first step.

Nerina swept aside her long hair, her steps confident as she headed to the bar. The past week, she hadn’t been able to come to the club, and tonight she intended to make up for it. Her lips curved faintly. “Margarita,” she said casually, leaning forward slightly. “Cadillac style. Extra tequila—don’t hold back.”

“Where have you been? Haven’t seen you around for a while,” said the tall bartender with muscular arms rolled up to his elbows, his eyes glancing briefly while still busy wiping glasses.

“I’ve been stuck in front of my laptop, continuing to write my silly novel,” Nerina sighed, feeling frustrated enough that she didn’t even want to continue her novel anymore. “The money isn’t much; you know, not many people like the type of novels I write.”

The bartender chuckled softly, grabbing a glass and pouring the margarita into a shaker. “Try writing something bolder. Sex doesn’t have to be in the bedroom; you can do it somewhere wilder, like on a car hood in a parking lot, a fire escape, or even in a taxi.”

Nerina received the margarita that was finally handed to her. She lifted it slightly before sipping slowly. “I think sex on the beach is still the most romantic,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “The sound of moans mixed with the waves… it’s hard to beat.”

A man in the chair next to her turned with a faint smile. His fingers ran through his brown hair casually. “Wanna try something crazy? Like up by the Hollywood Sign?”

Handsome—so handsome that Nerina felt her chest tighten, her eyes almost unable to blink. Her gaze landed on a pair of sea-blue eyes that seemed to pull her in deeper. She smiled faintly, trying to compose herself even as her cheeks flushed.

“Beautiful eyes,” she murmured, almost inaudibly. Then she sighed and shook her head slightly. “But too open. Not romantic. And that place is off-limits.”

The man laughed lowly, his laugh hoarse yet charming. He lifted his glass, drank the last drops of vodka at the bottom, and set it on the table with a soft clink.

“Have you ever heard,” he said, leaning slightly closer, his blue eyes glinting mischievously, “about someone who dared to break into a museum… just to have sex with their lover inside?” He winked.

Nerina went silent, her mind spinning through all the scenes she could write for her novel. But a heat spread throughout her body as she saw the man’s mischievous smile. Everything was already in her head—how it could happen. Making love on that hill, a high and secluded place.

Nerina was silent. Her brain immediately worked, spinning through various scenes she could use for her novel. But meanwhile, her body reacted differently, a slow heat spreading, crawling from her nape down to her fingertips.

The man’s naughty smile lodged in her mind, turning her imagination from mere inspiration into vivid visions. She could see it all clearly—the bodies entwined, gasping breaths, and the lights of Los Angeles twinkling far below. Imagining making love on that hill, under the giant white letters. A high, quiet, and forbidden place.

“Wanna try?” his voice sounded like both a challenge and a seduction.

Nerina immediately grabbed her margarita and drained it in one go. Her throat felt hot, and her head spun slightly, alcohol beginning to take over her body.

Without thinking twice, she stood from her chair with a hurried motion. His eyes stared straight ahead, glinting with a mix of drunkenness and mischief. “Let’s go,” he said, stepping forward.

The man grabbed Nerina’s warm hand and pulled her out of the bar. The Hollywood night air greeted them with the scent of asphalt and lights still brightly glowing. On the roadside, a shiny black Harley Davidson was already waiting.

He took two helmets from the motorcycle seat, offering one to Nerina before putting on his own. Nerina glanced, fastening her helmet strap under her chin, a faint smile on her lips. “Do you always carry two helmets?” she asked, her tone half teasing.

“Yeah, I bring them just in case I meet a woman one night,” he said, then removed his black leather jacket. Gently, he draped it over Nerina’s shoulders, shielding her small frame from the night’s chill.

The simple gesture made Nerina lose her composure. No man had ever given her a jacket like that. The men she dated before always arrived in cars. Never like this—warm, protective, yet unobtrusive.

As the tall man prepared to mount his bike, Nerina instinctively grabbed his strong arm. Her fingers trembled, but her voice was clear. “Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to wait. His lips immediately descended on hers, not just a kiss, but a full-bodied, passionate one. Nerina’s breath caught, her body swept away by the wild tide, almost gasping for air.

Nerina didn’t want to stay too long in that kiss. Gasping for breath, she slowly pulled her lips from his, then looked at him with blushing cheeks. “I can’t wait to see what I should do with you.”

He smiled faintly, swiftly climbed onto his motorcycle. Nerina followed, pressing against his back, hands wrapping around his firm waist. She could feel every muscle—his abs, chest, all defined. She couldn’t wait to touch him through the shirt.

With a light touch, he started the Harley Davidson engine, its roar echoing through the night streets. They cut through traffic, but Nerina only focused on the sensation of night wind brushing her skin, spreading over her body, and sweeping her long hair behind her.

About twenty minutes into the ride, they arrived at the base of the hill. He turned off the engine, then bent down to help Nerina off, his warm hands on her waist. “Ready?” he asked, a faint smile on his face, his blue eyes bright despite the dim surroundings.

“Ready,” Nerina replied, slightly out of breath. Whether from nervousness at climbing the hill, or sheer anticipation, she didn’t know. She was a mix of anxious and curious, something stirring throughout her body.

They started climbing the narrow path, city lights twinkling far below. Nerina looked around, her heart racing—afraid that surveillance cameras might catch them.

“Are you sure no one will know we’re here?” she asked, half-curious, half-challenging.

“No one will,” he said, holding her hand close to his side. “I have a secret path to get there.”

Fully trusting him, Nerina felt her heartbeat quicken. She couldn’t wait—truly, she couldn’t wait. What would happen once they reached the top? What would he do to her? All these thoughts made her frustrated yet aroused.

“Do you come here often?” she asked, glancing at him. He seemed more familiar with the place than anyone else.

“Yes, almost every week,” he said briefly. “It’s my favorite spot.”

Nerina nodded faintly, curiosity bubbling. “How many?” she asked again, voice suppressing a little laugh.

“How many? You mean?” His brows furrowed, slightly confused.

“Women you brought,” Nerina said, a playful tone in her voice.

He smiled faintly, holding her hand tighter. “Just you.”

Nerina shivered at his words, though she knew it might just be flirtation. But something made it hard to deny—he seemed so genuine. His face innocent, almost godlike, and her heart fluttered. Oh my, she was starting to lose her mind.

“What style do you like?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.

Nerina felt half-dead nervous. Her heartbeat thudded faster, her face burning. She didn’t know how to answer. Finally, her voice came out soft, slightly trembling, “I… anything you like. I mean… I like all styles.”

His steps stopped, he turned to Nerina with a faint smile. In one quick motion, he brought her closer to him, gripping her wrist. His eyes pierced her green ones, so deep it seemed to penetrate every layer of her mind.

They reached the hilltop. Nerina swallowed hard, her legs shaking like jelly. The night wind brushed her face, but the heat emanating from him was far more intense.

“Let’s do it… until you can’t make a sound,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and seductive, removing his leather jacket from her body. “You’ll remember this night.”

“What’s your name?” Nerina asked, eyes looking at the handsome man before her. She was curious, felt strange not knowing his name as she gasped.

He leaned slightly toward her, a faint smile at the corner of his lips, eyes locked with hers. “I want us not to know each other’s names,” he whispered, low and teasing, his fingers softly touching her back. “We can… make love like complete strangers.”

Nerina was shocked when he suddenly kissed her. Without warning, he devoured her lips, greedy and ravenous. Nerina almost couldn’t control her body, gasping. But then he released her, eyes darkening. Nerina wasn’t given a second to breathe; he immediately tore her dress, exposing her bare breasts.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, I might be too rough,” he said, pulling away, but his eyes admired her perfect breasts.

Nerina couldn’t think clearly, didn’t care what she’d wear home tomorrow. Here, nothing could cover her body. She removed all her clothes, revealing her bare body.

“You’re perfect,” he said, slowly pulling off his shirt, emphasizing his muscular body. Without waiting, he pressed his lips to hers again, a deep, burning kiss that made her whole body tremble. “What should I do to you, hmm?”

“Anything, do whatever you want,” Nerina moaned softly as he kissed her neck, then moved to her right breast, alternating with the left. Just like kissing her lips, he nibbled and licked her red nipples. Nerina had never felt this before; she couldn’t stand anymore. He then knelt in front of her, removing her panties and began kissing her sensitive area. Nerina arched her body, holding his head to support herself.

“You don’t mind if we’re on the grass?” he asked. Then he stood, removing his jeans and black boxer.

Nerina gawked at his large, erect member. She shivered, thinking how it could fit inside her. “No,” she replied.

Slowly and carefully, he laid Nerina, completely naked, on the grass. He gazed at her body before positioning himself on top. Meanwhile, Nerina felt heat spreading across her skin, her heart racing uncontrollably. Her hands reflexively grabbed his broad shoulders, while soft moans escaped her lips.

He kissed both her breasts again, moving down to her smooth inner thighs. He smiled, spreading her thighs with his hands, playing with his tongue in her sensitive area, making her moan repeatedly.

Nerina couldn’t imagine this. She had only come to the club to drink, but now she moaned as a stranger explored her body. “Oh, my God!”

“I want you… now,” he whispered deeply, his eyes gleaming with desire.

Nerina gasped as he touched her thigh, holding her breath. Nervous about what would happen next. Although this wasn’t her first time, she still felt anxious.

“Look at me,” he said, putting on a condom from his pocket.

Nerina opened her eyes, trying to stay calm as if it were her first time. No, she shouldn’t look like a virgin. She nodded, signaling him to start. She blushed, admitting she could hardly hide her desire to unite with him.

With just one thrust, he was inside her. She felt full, holding her breath. Moans escaped her lips as he moved. Damn, it felt incredible. No, no, she couldn’t stop moaning. Embarrassing to appear weak, but he seemed to know exactly how to move pleasurably.

Nerina wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her legs to wrap around him, easing their movement together. The unbearable pleasure made her float; her eyes lifted to the starry night sky.

Nerina felt like a fragment of starlight falling, slowly breaking as his movements became faster. Just a little more, until she melted with moans echoing around the hill. Her breath was ragged, chest heaving; she thought it was over. But it wasn’t. He suddenly flipped their positions. Now Nerina was on top. His soft voice pierced her ears. “Now you take the lead.”

“I’m not very good… hope you’re not disappointed,” she said hesitantly, still afraid she might not make him climax. Yet she wanted to try—to show herself, to be seen. She adjusted her hair, bracelets still on her wrist, then started moving slowly. Her breasts bounced with her hips, enticing him to squeeze occasionally.

From the slow pace, her movements grew faster. Nerina rested her hands on his hard, muscular stomach, moans nonstop. This position made her fragile, as if every defense layer inside her collapsed. The following thrusts piled sensations—layer upon layer, leaving no room for sanity. Her sensitive point was hit repeatedly, making her unable to compare with previous experiences. Perhaps because of his size or technique, she didn’t know. She only knew one thing: this was insane pleasure.

Realizing he was near the edge, Nerina sped up her rhythm. Her hips moved wilder, and when the climax struck again, her body trembled uncontrollably. Gasping, she collapsed on his chest, surrendering and exhausted. With a hoarse voice, she whispered,

“At least… tell me your name.”

He hugged her, smiling with closed eyes. “Kaiser, my name is Kaiser.”