Devil's Sweetheart

Chapter ONE

                          ☆Grace☆

Grabbing this man by the collar, I pulled him even closer to me as I crashed my lips onto his. A soft "mhm" escaped my lips as I began to capture his lips into mine in a passionate kiss.

In the background, I could hear the faint cheers of "KISS KISS KISS." Hearing those excited voices made me smirk as I held the back of his head, deepening the kiss.

As our tongues danced together, I felt his body tremble against mine. A sense of satisfaction washed over me, knowing that I had the power to make this usually confident man feel so vulnerable and exposed.

Ha! What a loser, I thought to myself, savoring the moment.

Slowly tilting his head, I nibbled onto his lower lip before thrusting my tongue inside his mouth, deepening the kiss even further. His trembling hands held onto my waist, and I couldn't help but laugh mentally at how weak and pathetic this man seemed in this moment.

With one hand still on the back of his head, I used the other to gently guide our kiss, teasing his lips with my tongue. As our breaths became more labored, I opened my eyes to find his tightly closed, lost in the passion of my embrace.

I could hear the other students speaking with a hint of amusement as they watched the unfolding scene. Their voices carried a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Wow, she's really going for it. Look at how flustered Andrew looks," one of them commented.

"I know right," another chimed in. "I mean, not surprised. That's Grace, Grace Andresson."

I couldn't help but smirk as I heard their comments. Damn right, that's me – Grace Andresson.

As the situation continued to escalate, my other hand slowly made its way to the man's hair, gently playing with the strands as our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. I must admit, he tasted like cigarettes, but I couldn't let that distract me from the task at hand – completing this dare.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, allowing my eyes to meet the deep, dark gaze of the man in my arms. His breaths were shallow and rapid, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and desire.

"I-I," Andrew tried to speak, but his voice came out as nothing more than a weak whisper.

I gently placed my finger against his parted lips, a seductive smile gracing my face as I leaned in closer. The other students continued to watch, their laughter filling the air as they observed the bizarre turn of events.

With a soft, reassuring voice, I whispered, "Shh, it's alright. We're just having a little fun, aren't we?"

As I slowly sat down on his lap, the tension between us seemed to intensify, and I couldn't help but wonder what the outcome of this daring adventure would be. The students around us continued to watch, their amusement turning into fascination as they observed the entire scene.

I held his jaw firmly as I was about to capture his lips into mine, but I stopped on my tracks when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I found my best friend, Mahrosh, standing there with an expression that clearly showed her annoyance.

Smirking, I released his chin and instead placed my hand on his shoulder as I faced Mahrosh. "Hey baby," I finally spoke, my voice filled with teasing.

"Baby yourself. Get up; you've already played so many games," Mahrosh retorted, fixing her hair in the process, which caused me to let out a slight whine.

"Ugh, your no fun," I complained, my tone scoffing as I tightened my grip on Andrew's shirt.

One of the guys nearby, unable to contain his opinion, spoke up, "Ah, come on, Mahrosh, stop being such a vibe killer. If you have any problems, then leave on your own. Why ruin everyone's fun?" His words made my brows furrow in disapproval.