The Taste of Seduction

Atlas racked his hands through his hair as tiny drops of water cascaded over his broad shoulder, spilling down over his chest and onto his lower parts.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head up. His lips curled up at the thought of the adrenaline that rushed through him today when he was killing Lucas.

Atlas has always known he wasn't a normal person the first time he killed someone. He had laughed and enjoyed every part of even though he was just 14 years old.

He liked the fear he saw in people who thought they were more powerful than others when he was killing them. Maybe it's because he was bullied.

He had this stupid sense of giving justice to society by getting rid of these people. Don't confused him with a hero because he was villain in his own twisted way.

Everyone was a sinner but some people deserved to get a taste of hell on earth before they died and he didn't mind being the grim ripper.

Fvcking rapists, pedophiles, abusers, oh how he enjoyed killing them. They might be in the mafia but they had their own principals. His brother made sure of it.

He turned off the shower and wiped himself. After he was done, he draped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom.

He looked at the clock hanging on the wall and furrowed his brows. He didn't know if his Angel was asleep or not. He wanted to hear her voice before he sleeps, to calm down the monsters raging in him tonight who appeared anytime he killed someone.

Atlas had never been attracted to anyone like this before. The woman was a seductress. Her innocence and desire to explore the dark side was her most lethal weapon and now even if he didn't want to admit it, he craved her. She was like a drug and now he was addicted to her.

He couldn't wait to officially claim her. He just hoped at the end of the day she would be able to survive all of this. Because she was a fragile flower and he was a vicious storm. Their collision would only result in her downfall.

Taking his phone from his bed stand. He sat at the edge of the bed and sent her a message.

Atlas: Are you asleep?

He tapped his leg as he waited for her reply. Two minutes later his phone lit up.

Meredith: No.

Atlas Why? What are you doing?

He asked because it was almost 11pm. Good girls slept early, right? So why was his angel still awake?

Meredith: Can't sleep^^

Atlas raised his brows and his lips set in a thin line. Why couldn't she sleep? Was she still in pain?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when his phone vibrated indicating an incoming video call. He smiled and picked up.

Meredith's cheeks flushed the moment the call was connected. Atlas wasn't wearing any shirt.

This was the first time she was seeing him naked. His broad chest was a piece of an art. A simple tattoo of a wolf was designed on his upper left chest and on the other side a set of roman numbers were written on it. Her eyes travelled down his bulging biceps and she swallowed.

Atlas chuckled at her reaction, "Like what you see?"

Meredith nodded her head shyly, "I didn't know you had a tattoo."

"You don't know a lot of things about me, Angel." Atlas murmured.

Meredith pouted but she didn't comment on what he said.

"So why a wolf tattoo what does it mean?" Meredith asked, confusion etched in her voice. Atlas saw an unknown emotion fleeting in her eyes as she stared at the tattoo.

"It's our family symbol. I don't really know the history about it but my uncle drew it for me and my brother when we were 18 years old. He said one day we would know the meaning behind it.

Atlas shrugged. Every elderly male in his family on his mother side had this wolf symbol on their chest. Him and his brother were the only twins in the family he guessed that is why both of them had it.

Meredith nodded. "Alright."

"Yeah, but according to him, the wolf symbol signifies 5 things. Independence, Leadership, Impermanency, Loyalty and Protection." Atlas answered gently.

He saw her eyes lit up with excitement. "That is really cool. One day I'm going to get a tattoo is on my bucket list!"

A smile spread across Atlas's lips, "How many things do you have on that bucket list of yours. You have been talking a lot about it today."

Atlas remembered she had told him that cuddling while watching a movie was on her bucket list and now a tattoo too. He was curious about it.

"30?" Meredith blushed in embarrassment.

"I know it's childish but a girl gotta dream right?"

"Hmm."

Meredith's face broke into a contended smile when he agreed with her.

"What about you help me finish all of it?" She asked, her eyes begging him to agree.

"And what do I get in return?" Atlas asked.

"Hmm.have you ever been in love before?" Meredith questioned.

Atlas laughed and shook his head, "I'm the devil Angel, I have no heart to fall in love."

Meredith rolled her eyes at him, "Yeah whatever. So, you get to experience a real relationship with me. All the things on my bucket lists are romantic things that are done by couples and trust me, by the time we are done. You would be in love with me"

She pointed to herself, winking at Atlas.

Atlas laughed; a hearty, chortle. An amused expression quirked up at the side of his mouth.

"You're the one who is going to fall in love with me so no. I'm not agreeing to this. I don't want you to get hurt."

"No, I'm not. Stop being a chicken Atlas and agree to this. Or you're afraid?"

"Afraid of what?" Atlas asked.

"Falling in love with me." Meredith smirked.

"No I'm not. I just-"

"Then why don't you agree? It shows you're afra-"

"Fine! I will do it" Atlas interjected. He couldn't bear to see the sadness glinting in her eyes so he gave in.

"Yaayy!" Meredith beamed a smile at him.

"Now sleep. It's getting late." Atlas sighed.

"Yes Sir." Meredith said in a low voice.

Atlas groaned and looked down in between his legs. it seems someone was getting excited. The power she had on him was scary.

"Goodnight, Angel." Atlas said. The sooner he hung up the call, the better.

"Goodnight, Atlas."