He's not my boyfriend. He's my wife

"It makes a damn difference." To make up for the unusual feeling I am getting from his proximity, I said the first thing my mind came up with, instead of racking my mind for a bitty comeback.

"It makes no difference, human." He brought his face a bit closer to mine, "you're my wife, and that's final. You have no right to say anything about that."

"Speak for yourself, Devil. You might have accepted this, but I've not. And I never will. The earlier you get it…."

The devil kissed me, perfectly shutting me up with his mouth.

At first, I fought the alien intrusion, but the devil holding me close to him, perfectly took the fight out of me.

With the fight won, I clench my teeth in anger, not wanting to wait for defeat.

Biting my lower lip, the Devil slid his tongue at the moment I gasped.

He took hold of my hand that had managed to escape, and held it up, over my head, as he continued with the kiss. His tongue twirled mine as if they were dancing to the tune of romantic music.

I moan at the sensation. Wriggling my body a bit as I tried to get closer to him.

I felt as if I might die if I don't get closer to him, and that thought made me fight to be near him.

The Devil picked up the pace. A kiss that was once slow became hurried. It felt as if he wants to devour me whole.

The thoughts should scare me, but I didn't. If anything, it got me more aroused as I sucked on his tongue with enough vigour to match his pace.

He lightly bit my tongue. Trailing kisses down my face, he got to my neck.

"Yes…." I moan in an unfamiliar voice. Urging him to continue with his task, by willingly exposing my neck to him, I moan unashamedly.

Not even concerned about the fact we happen to be out in the open.

Grazing my neck a bit with his tongue, the devil…

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

The unfamiliar voice brought us back to the present, and it made me conscious of the fact I allowed the devil to get intimate with me.

Not only did I allow him to kiss me, but I was willing to get down and dirty with him…

"How dare you!" Letting go of my hands, the devil turned to the males who interrupted us. His eyes taking a blood-red colour

With my hands released, I hastily smoothen my dress to look presentable.

"Oh my. The man is furious we interrupted his…" The man gave me a look, "coupling session.".

His followers laughed at his words.

Seeing how smug-looking the man and his followers look, I stifle a laugh.

They don't know the person in front of them. Should they know who he is, I highly doubt any of them will stay here.

Undoubtedly, they would have been on their way in the search for shelter against the wrath of the Devil.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" The devil growled once more. Balling his hand into a fist, he seemed to be controlling his wrath.

"Oh my…." The stupid male and his equally stupid followers laughed. "He's asking if we know who he is. I really can't believe this." He took a step toward us, "you see, we don't know who you are, and neither do we want to know.

You broke the law of my territory by coming to this site, and for that, you must be taught a lesson." He turned to the males behind him, "isn't that right, guys?"

"Yes!" They raised their hands, and that was when I saw the rods they have in hand.

As if they can defeat the devil with a mere rod. Scoffing at them, I lean on the wall as I got prepared to watch the show that's going to be aired in front of me.

"And you think you can defeat me?" The Devil smirked, "Bring it on."

"What a smug fellow. Not only were you fearless enough to come into my territory, and do some deed, but you happen to be arrogant.

I see." He nods as if he has somehow gotten to know the reason for how arrogant the devil is acting, "you want to show off in the presence of your boyfriend?"

"And what if I am?" Tilting his head a bit, the devil scoffed at them. "And for correction purpose…."

"Get him, boys!" The man commanded his followers, who obeyed him without a second thought.

Charging toward the devil, they all raised their rod to hit him on the head.

The devil stood his ground until they came a bit closer to him, and only then did he flick his fingers.

Flames erupted around the male. Some got engulfed in flames, while the more lucky ones were burnt.

The ones who got few burns on their bodies took to their feet, wailing as they ran back to wherever they came from.

"What…" the leader widened his eyes when he saw what just happened. "You're....." He took to his heels.

"Not too fast." With just thought, the Devil hooked the male on his neck and brought the struggling leader closer to where we're standing.

"Please," he begged. "Don't hurt me. I apologize for what I did earlier. I swear on my grandmother's grave that I won't insult anyone in my entire life ever again!" He pleads.

"You're lucky, am not in the mood to punish someone." The Devil smirked sadistically His eyes retaining a mischievous glint.

"Thank you." The male said earnestly.

You don't know what you're up against.

"I just want you to know one thing before I let you go…." The Devil smirked some more.

"What's it? Tell me, I'll do it." He earnestly begged.

"He's not my boyfriend. He's my wife." With those words said, the devil snapped his neck.

Throwing the dead man on the floor. He set the remains on fire.