𝐵𝑒̂𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑟𝑒 ; ᴛᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʀᴠᴏʟᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ

26

"You amuse me, Riddle." Lilith had not a hint of amusement in her face.

"I'm glad I do something to you. Other than... Provoke you, perhaps." A strand of Tom's hair hung low as he looked down on her.

As they swayed slowly, Tom's hand strayed to her waist and lightly spun her so her back was pressed against him and his arms around her.

His scent invading every part of her as he bent down to her ear and she felt his lips curl in a devious grin. She was dancing with the devil himself. The most gorgeous fallen angel holding her close and poisoning her mind as her throne to Hell was vacant and waiting for her.

"I'm not asking for your forgiveness. I don't need those pitiful words come from your delicate lips. I want to hear your true feelings." He kissed her neck slightly as his lips parted, "I'll taste the lies."

Lilith's grip on his forearm tightened, letting her head fall back onto his chest. What was Tom doing? This was so sudden and Lilith let herself enjoy it.

"Hope you enjoy hunger. I'm not letting you have what you'll devour and forget." Lilith tried to turn to face him but his hands remained wrapped around her waist as he buried his head into her shoulder.

This shift in his behavior was concerning and sudden. It was always the usual taunts and remarks but this was different. Driven by something other than power. Driven by lust or jealousy. He was jealous of Abraxas Malfoy though he'd never admit it because of his focus on completely controlling Lilith. Even though he thought he had control over her, he couldn't help but feel jealous of the guys that got to enjoy her.

"Perhaps so. Then I'd want you now for myself. And when I forget, I'll have you again." His breath on her skin as her hands were still gripping his forearms.

"You're a bastard, Tom Riddle." Lilith pried his arms off her as she faced him. Not one look of shock on his face. Just a lingering smirk as he folded his arms and seemed to grow taller.

The words processed in his mind as he stepped closer to her and cupped her face, bending down and connecting their lips, molding into one as his hand went into her hair, pulling it so her head tilted back to her pleasure.

The warmth in the pit of her stomach along with his hand that now rested on her back, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. It was passionate and heated as she kissed him more and felt empty when he pulled back with low eyes.

"I told you I can taste your lies. Are you going to tell me your true feelings now?" Tom raised his eyebrow as Lilith was still shocked at the lingering taste of him.

"Yes. I think you're a horrible person with no space in your heart for love. Only power. And I won't deny that you're incredibly attractive and charming but with that comes an ugly monster beneath your mask of deception." Lilith scowled at him, expecting to see some sort of emotion on his features but there was nothing. Just nothing.

"So why haven't you done anything about it? You know all you need to know for your next step to freedom. Why don't you?" He was testing her again.

"You underestimate me."

"And you doubt me."

Lilith's expression tightened once more as they both stared daggers at each other, treating one another like a stake to a bloodless heart.

"You find all of this funny. I'm your jester, aren't I, Lord?" Lilith scowled at him, not letting any word coming from his dark mind taint her.

"I thought that was obvious. You're my puppet and I'm your puppeteer. Except, I can't control your thoughts. Only your actions. You seem to be quite expressive in the way your body," Tom paused, flickering his eyes up and down again and his thoughts were everything but holy to his name and his hands were on her waist, tracing up and down.

"Reacts to me." He finished. He wore a cocky grin on his lips, resembling Malfoy's and it brought a tinge of fear to Lilith. Not that Tom was scaring her, it was that she wasn't sure if this was Tom or not.

Why don't you?

Why didn't she? Why didn't Lilith tell the headmaster to be free of this hell on earth? Perhaps Tom was right about being able to control her actions. She was in a glass box for public display and Tom Riddle was in the front row, watching her day after day.

Tom was thinking the exact same thing except he had an answer. The moment she'd tell the headmaster was the moment she'd suffer the same fate as Tom. She couldn't leave Hogwarts with blood on her hands. The blood of someone she murdered under her own command.

Lilith couldn't take her eyes off of Tom. She felt disgusted by him and just wanted to slap that cocky grin off his face but she couldn't help but feel other things. His hands on her body were enough to make her legs weak. The way he kissed her was all she thought about.

All she wanted to do was to kiss him again and feel the way his lips curled up into a devilish smile then pulling her closer. She was close to doing it before she stopped herself, realizing that she was fantasizing about a lifeless man. Merlin, what was she doing?

"Goodnight Tom." Lilith swallowed her words as his hands let go of her, allowing her to walk away.

His eyes lingered on her as she walked away. He knew what to do now.

As tough as Lilith seems on the outside, she was weak to his touch. Suddenly, the competition over who was more powerful was over. It was now the competition over who'd break first and Tom kept his word on Lilith.