Hey guys! This took longer than I thought to finish and I apologize for that but I wanted to make it longer than what I originally had. So here's chapter 4, I hope you all enjoy it and are enjoying the story so far! Don't forget to review and follow the story! Thank you for reading! Xo

Chapter 4: My mind forgets to remind me, You're a bad idea

Instead of just appearing in the bedroom like he had before, Crowley took the stairs to give himself more time and collect his thoughts. He knew he couldn't just let Lydia leave after everything was said and done, there was so much that he didn't know yet and he couldn't let her go until he knew every part of her, maybe not even then. Walking through the open bedroom door, Crowley looked around, noticing that the bathroom door was closed and he assumed she was still getting cleaned up. He walked over to his king sized bed and stared at the sheets that were still rumpled from Lydia sleeping among them not more than an hour ago. A cool breeze unexpectedly blew into the room, causing Crowley to look over at the window that was slightly ajar with the drapes gently being pushed forward. He casually walked over and opened the bathroom door, only then realizing, Lydia had turned on the shower to make him think she was in there when in all actuality, she had climbed out through the window.

"Devious little thing." Crowley said then snapped his fingers, appearing in front of the mansion.

Lydia's car was no longer in the spot it occupied before but Crowley looked over just in time to see a cloud of dust being kicked up down his drive. Smirking, he snapped his fingers once more and ended up at the end of his mile long drive, standing in the middle of the road. Lydia slammed on her brakes, the car stopping just a few inches from Crowley.

"Dammit." She said.

Crowley stood in front of the car, watching her every move with an undeniable fire in his eyes. Lydia stared back at him, never breaking eye contact, while she stealthily stashed a knife in her boot before opening the door and climbing out.

"Not even going to say goodbye darling?"

"Were you even going to let me say goodbye?" She countered.

Crowley moved closer, making Lydia try and move away, but her body had other plans. Every inch of her called to him and before she knew it, he was standing right in front of her.

"I think we both know that deep down, you really don't want to leave." He whispered in her ear then reached up to caress her cheek.

Quickly grabbing his hand before he could make contact, knowing that if he touched her she wouldn't be able to think straight, Lydia twisted his wrist and pulled his arm behind his back.

"All I am to you is a new toy and once you're bored, you'll kill me. I may look like an innocent, weak, little girl to you, but I am much more than what you think."

"Ah, there's the feisty girl I've been searching for. For the record love, I have never thought you to be weak. Innocent? Well, the jury is still out, but I intend to get my own verdict on that one. Tell me, am I the only one that brings out this sexy, aggressive side? Or is it all evil beings that ignite your fire?" Crowley said trying to provoke her further.

Lydia made a move to grab her knife out of her boot, but he was quicker. Before she knew it, she was being pulled tight to his chest, her back to his front, and she could feel Crowley's warm breath on her neck, his lips ghosting over the skin there. Lydia's heart beat sped up and her body melted against his willingly.

"You're not a toy to me darling, a toy is a meager object used to distract or entertain for a short time. You are so much more than that." Crowley explained to her as he traced his fingers down the side of her neck.

"But why? You don't even know me." Lydia argued.

"I haven't quite figured that part out yet darling. Now, have I somehow led you to believe that I am going to harm you? Because you keep thinking the worst of me."

"Well you are the King of hell." She replied justly.

"It's just politics love." Crowley loosened his hold on her then turned Lydia around to face him. "What is it about you, there's something deep inside you that calls to me."

"Is attracting the king of hell supposed to be a good thing?" Lydia asked sarcastically.

"It's a very good thing darling. You just have to give in to it, own it, take control."

Lydia couldn't take control, she never had. Her life was nothing but chaos ever since her parents had been killed. But that didn't keep her from guarding herself from anyone and anything she came across, including the King of hell. Giving into him went against everything she had ever known but she couldn't fight herself for much longer and for once, Lydia wanted to give into something that just felt right. With a shaky hand, she reached towards him and gently placed it on his cheek, feeling the scruff on his face scratch at her skin.

"And what if I want you to take control?" She whispered shakily.

"All you have to do is ask."

Crowley put one hand behind her head and one on her lower back, pulling her flush against him before roughly pressing his lips against hers. Lydia closed her eyes as she let him take complete control of her, loving every touch and caress as he devoured her lips. Trying not to push her too far too fast, Crowley slowed his rhythm and loosened his hold causing Lydia to make a small noise of protest. Grinning he held her tighter and kissed her deeper earning him a soft moan when a shudder ran through her body.

As he finally started pulling away, he said; "Nothing soft and sensual huh? Well don't worry darling, by nature, I'm not very gentle." Crowley smirked as he placed his forehead against hers and looked down into her eyes. "What can I do to convince you to stay another night love?"

Lydia gave him his own signature smirk then replied with, "All you have to do is ask."

Lydia wandered around the mansion after Crowley told her to make herself comfortable while he went to take care of a few things downstairs. Only after he disappeared did she realize that was a metaphor for where he really went. She kept herself busy by first looking through all of her things, trying to find her cell phone, but had no luck. So she decided to explore the massive house, hoping Crowley didn't mind that she was looking around. Walking down the stairs, Lydia took in how amazing the place really was, all of the furniture looked new and it made her wonder how long Crowley had owned the place. As she walked down the long hallway, she stopped at a set of double doors that stood closed and against her better judgement, Lydia slowly pulled on the handle, the door easily giving way. Lights automatically turned on as she walked into the room, and looking around, she assumed that she was in Crowley's study.

"Wow swanky." Lydia said to herself.

The room was enormous with walls covered in bookcases, the shelves filled with an insurmountable number of books on pretty much everything. An expensive looking pool table with a red felt top sat in front of a large picture window, while on the other side of the room was a mahogany bar built into the wall and a couple of wooden bar stools sat in front of it. Crowley's desk matched the bar, with its mahogany finish, and was littered with an excessive amount of papers, books and a few other odds and ends. Lydia walked further into the room to look around some more when a soft noise behind her caused her to stop in her tracks. Spinning around, she met eyes with Growly, who stood watching her every move and she got the feeling he wasn't happy that she was in the study.

"I was just looking around." She explained. "I didn't touch anything."

The dog stared at her for a moment before sitting down and nodding his head, as if to say he understood. Lydia laughed and said, "Well I've officially become bat crap crazy. Talking to a hell hound, staying in the King of hells mansion after making out with him I might add, and now, standing in said mansion talking to myself. Oh if you could only see me now mom." She said as she looked up to the ceiling. "I'm just praying that you can't."

Lydia closed her eyes for a moment before walking over to sit on the plush leather sofa that sat in front of a massive stone fireplace built into the wall. She looked over at the end table next to the couch where an old leather bound book sat. Picking it up, she brushed her hand over the cover to remove the dust that had settled on top of it, from not being moved for a long time.

"Papyri Graecae Magicae." Lydia read out loud. "Sounds like Latin right?"

She looked over at Growly who just watched her impassively as she opened the book and looked through the ancient pages. Lydia was fascinated by how old the book was and wished in that moment that she could read Latin.

"I don't suppose you can read Latin." Lydia joked, talking to the dog.

Growly grunted and walked over towards her and she watched as he sat in front of her looking at the pages of the book. Reaching over, she slowly put her hand on top of the hell hounds head. Lydia had never had a dog and she was always a little jittery around the bigger breeds, but this dog was bigger than any breed out there making her extra nervous. Growly seemed like he wasn't used to any attention, which didn't surprise her one bit, she didn't think the King of hell would take the time to give anyone affection, let alone his hell hound.

"Sorry, I'm not used to being around dogs. Dad was allergic." She explained, scratching him behind the ears. "I don't think Crowley would approve of me showing affection to his big scary hell hound but everyone needs attention every once in awhile."

Lydia scratched the dog's neck for awhile until he jumped up on the couch and laid down next to her with his head in her lap. Smiling, she focused back on book she was holding and relaxed further into the couch.

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