A/N: Once again, THIS STORY ISN'T MINE! I can't take credit for writing this masterpiece, I just copied and pasted it from tumblr so it can reach a larger audience! The writer of this story is tumblr user storiesoftheseven . Here's the link to the master post of Falling For the Devil : post/116271170930/fftd-master-post
Honeymoon Annabeth was a lot more brave.
Which was stupid, because she was on a foreign island and Percy could easily kill her and dump her body in the Indian Ocean. All week she had been trying to push him, push her limits with him, but nothing worked. It was like the tirade she went on the day of their wedding at breakfast had slapped some manners into him.
It was disconcerting, she felt like the lines of their relationship were becoming increasingly blurred.
So, tonight she was upping the ante.
"You know I've always wondered how exactly you… acquired your many admirers." Annabeth said looking over the rim of the wine glass she was holding. She wasn't drunk by any means… just a little looser than usual. Which meant she was bound to make an ass of herself by speaking whatever was on her mind.
Percy looked up at her and then around the large formal dining room they were in. Probably making sure no one heard what she was saying. She rolled her eyes, they were on their "honeymoon" and no one knew who they were. The honeymoon was strictly for show, she had been laying out at the pool by herself all week.
Annabeth had no idea what Percy had been doing while she was gone. Their day started the same, they would wake from their separate rooms have breakfast together, and then split for the rest of the day. She would come back in at four and get ready for dinner.
"My admirers?" He questioned when he was satisfied no one was listening.
Annabeth smirked and set her glass down, "Yeah, the girls you fuck."
His face hardened and Annabeth knew if they had been at home he would have pushed her up against the wall and told her to shut up. But they were in a public place and her new favorite game to play was, 'How far can I push his buttons before he cracks'.
"It would be wise to keep your voice down." He said leaning forward on the table.
Annabeth leaned forward as well, "What are you going to do Percy? Kill me?"
He chuckled, "You've got tenacity, I'll give you that."
Annabeth smiled, "So, tell me Percy… how do you get people to see you in a positive light?"
He looked at her for a long moment, Annabeth was momentarily afraid he was really contemplating killing her. Or one of her friends.
She almost apologized but then his mouth lifted up into a smirk. He dropped his fork and took a sip of his wine. Then he got out of the booth and walked over to her side. She watched him the entire time.
"Dance with me?" He asked holding out his hand.
Annabeth bit her lip and scooted out of the booth, taking his hand. He led her to the dance floor, no one paying them any attention, her heart beating out of her chest the entire time.
His hand curled around her back as he started swaying her back and forth. Other couples danced around them in their own little world.
"You want to know how I charm the girls I sleep with?" He asked quietly.
Annabeth sucked in a sharp breath, "Yes."
Percy chuckled, "It's all about playing on their emotions, Annabeth… playing off the things they want."
Annabeth could hardly breathe as he spoke, "I'm very good at reading people, very good at finding out what people want. For instance, you can tell when a girl is insecure about the way she looks. Always fishing for compliments, never stands tall, always checking herself in the mirror- excusing herself to go to the bathroom several times to reapply makeup. I always give them extra compliments- they melt in my hand."
Annabeth gritted her teeth together, "Now Annabeth, you're not insecure in the slightest… you are quite possibly the most confident female I have ever met."
Percy spun her around in a circle, "You wouldn't want compliments." He stated when they were face to face again. Annabeth shook her head, curious now.
He smiled, accepting the challenge, "You, Annabeth are quite the dominant one… I've had some trouble figuring you out… but I have two theories… want to hear them?"
Annabeth nodded, "If we were- say at a fundraiser- and you had caught my eye. I would approach you in a friendly manner, maybe pretend like I knew you from somewhere. We would chat for a while and then I would excuse myself- you would eventually find me and ask me out for drinks."
"What's the other one?" She asked.
Percy smiled, "The other theory only works if you're in the mood you're in now… loose lipped… more willing to let your inhibitions go."
Annabeth narrowed her eyes as he continued, "I think you would be the type to like to be told what to do… within reason, of course…. but if this was an entirely different situation and I just wanted to use you for a fuck… then I would offer you a drink, make subtle hints… wait until I knew you were so wet your thighs were sliding together-"
Annabeth cursed, "Holy shit."
She heard his chuckle as he continued, "Then I would pull into an empty corridor… fuck you right there in the hallway."
She stopped dancing as he continued with his crude words, "You seem like the type of woman who would like something like that." He finished.
His words had the intended effect on her and she had to admit no matter the coarse language he was good at reading people. Good at finding out what they liked- want they wanted.
"Tell me, Mrs. Jackson… did I hit the nail on the head?" He asked, his breath at her ear.
Annabeth leaned back from him and looked into his face. She could see the malice in his eyes, he wanted to get under her skin. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing his words had affected her in any way.
She looked at him once more before letting her arms fall to her side. She turned around and walked back to the booth, grabbing her purse. Annabeth knew that Percy had a smirk on his face, knew that he had won that round between them. She couldn't deny the fact that he was right about her, right about what she wanted- fantasized about.
Her bodyguards followed her up to the room. She locked her bedroom door as soon as she was in the large suite and went straight for the bathroom, shedding her dress and shoes along the way. She was determined to relax in the bathtub with bath salts and oils- forgetting all about her husband, Percy Jackson.
An hour later she was in a nightshirt and finally unlocking her door. She walked to the ensuite kitchen and pulled a water from the fridge. On the way back to her room, she noticed Percy sitting on the couch drinking scotch and reading over something- he was bodyguardless.
"Where are your guard dogs?" She asked with as much venom as she could muster.
He chuckled and looked at her, "Outside the door, I like to be alone sometimes."
Annabeth rolled her eyes, "I do too but some of us don't get that luxury."
Percy looked back down at his paperwork, "You look comfortable." She chuckled, Annabeth was well aware that she was simply in a pair of underwear and a long t-shirt.
"If I can't be comfortable in front of my husband, who the hell can I be comfortable in front of?"
Percy looked back up at her, "You have a point."
Annabeth laughed and turned around, "Right. I'm going to bed."
"Annabeth, about earlier." He started, making her stop, she wondered if he would apologize for making her feel uncomfortable or if he would reprimand her for bringing the subject up. Either option seemed likely.
The option that seemed unlikely though was the one that happened. She heard him get up from the couch and then felt his breath on her neck. He moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck.
"You never answered my question, was I right about you?" He asked sliding both of his arms around her waist. Annabeth felt something shoot through her stomach as his mouth drove her insane. Everything felt too heightened. She hadn't been with anyone in months and this was the last thing she needed.
Besides, this wasn't a part of the deal- this was against the rules.
Percy didn't mix business with pleasure- he was very adamant about that.
But still, the feel of his mouth was overwhelming. It was in that moment she finally understood all of those women. Understood how they fell for him, he was intoxicating- like a drug. Hard to quit and addicting.
Annabeth turned fully around in his arms and had fully intended on slapping him or pushing him away but she did something else entirely.
She kissed him.
It was hard and rough- teeth crashing against the other's. Lips being bitten, tongues lashing out- much like their relationship. Her back hit a wall, she hadn't even realized she was moving.
She felt his grin against her mouth and she knew she had just lost whatever damn game they had been playing.
She pulled back, "You're such a fucking psycho." She managed a bit breathlessly.
Percy cackled, "I like being right."
Annabeth scowled as his nose nudged her neck up, "What's wrong, Annabeth?" He asked as his hand slipped inside of her underwear, moving the thin fabric aside. She gasped as his fingers teased her, Annabeth wanted to move away from him but her back was against the wall and he had her caged in.
"Percy." She breathed, her breath already coming in pants from the anticipation of it all, "This… wasn't apart of the deal."
He chuckled, his fingers moving in circles slowly, "I have girls that take care of my needs… you have no one to do that for you, Annabeth… I'm not trying to fall in love with you… nor am I going back on our deal… I'm just trying to give you an orgasm."
Annabeth whimpered as his fingers pushed into her then. Her own hands staying dutifully by her side.
"Is this what you want, Annabeth?" He asked, his mouth moving into a smile, "If you would like… I could get on my knees and spread you wide… eat you out, right here." He said twisting his fingers and making her cry out.
He smirked as her hands grasped at the wall, "You need to relax, Annabeth… I'm not going to fuck you."
She whimpered but it came out as a half moan because his fingers were perhaps the most skilled things she had ever encountered. Bringing her close to the edge and then pulling her away.
Teasing her relentlessly.
His mouth kissed down her neck as his fingers continued their movement. Her hands clawing at the wall as her leg ended up around his waist- her hips moving in an undulated rhythm with his fingers.
Multiple times her conscience had tried to rear it's ugly head but Annabeth had pushed it back down. Because she was so close to an orgasm. So close to one she hadn't caused herself. It was so much better when someone else was doing it for you.
When she finally came it was loud, filled with gasps.
Her hips slowed as she held his hand in place, not letting it move until the wave of pleasure had passed.
When she opened her eyes her face automatically turned into a scowl- this didn't change anything between them.
She let go of the grip she had on his wrist. He slipped his fingers out of her and wiped them on her shirt. He pulled away and regarded her as he usually did before he walked into the hallway bathroom. She just stood there- unsure of what to do.
Annabeth felt like a traitor.
He had just manipulated his way into her pants and she had let him. Let him touch her in an intimate way.
It was sickening and it made her post orgasm high disappear.
She heard the door to the bathroom open and she hurried back to her room. Changing her clothing and climbing into the bed more confused than she had ever been in her entire life.
This was a dangerous game she was playing with him and she knew that in the end it would be her who ended up getting hurt if she wasn't careful.
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The sun was so warm against her back as she laid by the pool, her iPod on full blast.
Annabeth was fully determined to forget exactly what happened the night before. She was determined to make things go back to the way they use to be between them. Where they were only cordial and nice to each other in public, she was determined to remember her revenge plan. None of this complicated behind-closed-doors relationship.
She didn't need this, she didn't need anymore blurred lines. Annabeth didn't want anymore confusion. She sighed as she realized her mind wouldn't stop thinking about last night. Her mind wouldn't shut up about the whole damn thing.
As much as she wanted to believe they could go back to the way things used to be, she knew something had changed last night. Something was sparked. She didn't want to admit it but she had felt something ignite between them.
Annabeth felt fingertips run up her back and play loosely with the strings on her bikini top. She stiffened as she opened her eyes, surprised to find a cheerful Percy looking down at her.
She straightened her sunglasses and looked at her husband, "What are you doing?"
He smiled a crooked smile, "I can't say 'hello' to my wife."
She narrowed her eyes, "Of course you can… you've just spent the last four days ignoring me except for dinner and breakfast… why now?"
He smirked and sat down at the end of her chair, "I had work to attend to, I'm finished now."
Annabeth didn't believe him for a moment, "Okay, well… I'm laying back down."
He clicked his tongue as she laid her head back down on the chair, "I was thinking we could go for a walk or a swim… maybe even a hike."
Annabeth sighed and sat up, "Are we being nice to each other now?"
Percy ran his hand up her leg to her knee, "I believe we are."
She rolled her eyes but then realized she had sunglasses on, "Besides, you're starting to burn out here in the direct sunlight."
Annabeth chuckled and moved her leg, "That's the point."
Percy sighed, "You're not making this easy."
Annabeth stood up and looked down at him, "Making what easy? You just expect me to forget every fucking thing you've done to me in the last three months. Just because you're hot doesn't mean I forgot you're a psychotic asshole."
Percy smirked and stood up, "You mean just because I got you off doesn't mean things change automatically."
Annabeth grit her teeth, she should have known he'd bring it up, "Things shouldn't change at all, Percy. We have a deal… nothing romantic at all…. and nothing that could lead to romantic feelings at all."
Percy pursed his lips, "That's true… and usually I like to keep everything separate but I know you can keep your feelings separate… you can still hate me and let me fuck you all the same."
Annabeth laughed, "And what gave you the idea I would let you near me again." His smile was too confident as he leaned forward and kissed her. She just stood there not doing much in response to him.
He pulled back, "Playing hard to get, are we? You weren't hard to persuade last night."
Annabeth grabbed her cover up and walked around him, "That's because you had my back against the wall… literally."
He laughed, a loud happy sound as he followed her. It was so foreign coming out of his mouth, "Why the sudden change?" She asked. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, she had never seen it look so imperfect. Annabeth decided then that she liked it.
"It's not really sudden, we're on our honeymoon away from the rest of the world… for two weeks. I know I'm usually an asshole and that's because I have to be in the business that I work in. I'm not proposing we continue any of this once we get back to the states. I just thought it would be nice to drop all of our pretenses for this last week and lay everything on the table. I can't deny that I am attracted to you."
Annabeth didn't realize she had stopped during his little speech until the water of the Indian Ocean started lapping at her feet, "Just lay everything out on the table.. that easy? And then when we get back to the states just pretend we didn't fuck the brains out of one another while we were here?"
Percy nodded, "This is so screwed up." Annabeth muttered looking away from him.
"You're just horny." She observed looking back at him.
He shrugged, not even denying it, "Using me until we get back to your girls… and I should be pissed.. because gods I hate you so much sometimes… majority of the time I hate everything about you."
"As you should." He said, interrupting her.
She eyed him, wondering- for the first time- if everything he had ever done to her was because he was making sure she didn't fall in love with him. Her brain started working in overdrive, had the week before the wedding been punishment because he was hurt and not some sadistic asshole?
She pushed the thought aside, "We're being honest? For the rest of the week?"
He nodded, "Everything on the table."
"No rules?" She asked.
He bit his lip, he liked control too much to agree to this, "Minimal rules." He countered.
She shook her head, "No rules, no deal."
Percy looked at her, his eyes hard, "We're doing all of this my way, Annabeth."
Annabeth chuckled, she knew it wouldn't be as easy as he made it out to be. Carefree Percy was only around for as long as he wasn't challenged.
"And what if I don't want to do it your way?" She countered.
His smile turned sinister, like the day he had tortured Luke. Brief flashes of his bloodied and scared face flew across her eyelids. She scowled. Now, of all the moments, her mind decides to dredge up the images, when she had been begging for them since the wedding.
"Don't worry… you will." He said confidently.
Annabeth scoffed as she resumed walking down the white sandy beach, "I wouldn't count on it."
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Pretending Percy didn't get to her was a lot harder than she realized. He was actually making an effort to spend time with her. They went hiking, snorkeling, she even tried to surf- she was terrible, they walked on the beach together. She told him about her childhood, it was like word vomit- she couldn't stop talking once they started.
It was weird because they weren't having sex but everything was out on the table. Everything was open between them, it was nice to not have to watch what she said. They steered clear of Luke, though. She didn't dare venture into that territory.
Each night they would have dinner… but these dinners were more romantic and secluded. No more dinners in the restaurants, these were held in the room or on the beach. She knew he was challenging her, making it hard to resist.
But she would just wear a dress that was a little more revealing than usual. A dress with a bare back or a deep v neckline.
Annabeth was honestly, pretty proud of how easy it was to resist him. It was fun- playing with him. Knowing that once they were back in the states he would resort to his usual demeanor made all of it more heightened. He was letting himself be a toned down version of himself, a version of himself he didn't let anyone see.
He still exerted control but he did it with more reservation.
Percy walked up behind her and kissed her exposed neck- her hair was up and her dress strapless. Annabeth wasn't an idiot, she knew at one point or another she would give in on this trip. She would take advantage of their honesty and do something she would regret next week.
His hands were holding onto the wood railing in front of her, she leaned into his chest and his mouth settled on her ear.
"Still playing hard to get?" He asked.
Annabeth laughed breathlessly, "As long as you still want to have rules."
Percy's tongue traced patterns on her neck and shoulder, "No rules… we only have two more nights here."
She smiled victoriously and turned around in his arms, "No rules? Are you sure?" She asked running her fingertips up his neck and then down to the first button on his shirt.
Percy smiled and pressed up against her, "I'm sure… well, just the one rule… when we get back to the states- this never happened."
Annabeth nodded, feeling nervous- like it was her first time all over again, "Don't worry, I think I have enough ammunition to make me hate you again."
Again?
She still hated him.
He smirked and leaned closer to her lips, "If you need more let me know." He kissed her then, hard and rough. Like he kissed her that one other time they were alone. She wondered briefly if this was how he kissed his girls.
She banished the thought as he started walking them toward the door that led to his bedroom. They were sleeping in separate parts of the suite he had rented for their honeymoon.
Soon, her dress was discarded and she was sitting on his bed, her sandals kicked off and his pants the only thing separating them. His kisses were demanding as hell- it was weird, doing this with him. Having his body firmly against hers, his hard chest pressing against her. His hips grinding into hers. It had her writhing against him, hoping he would do something to quell the stupid ache he had caused.
She was betraying herself. Annabeth was allowing her stupid hormones to rule her at this moment and as much as she wanted to be mad at her body for wanting him she couldn't be.
He was being too careful with her, not forcing her to do something too soon. He was taking his time, kissing her neck and not just getting to the main event.
It had been too long since she had been with a man. Months? Years maybe? Her work schedule hadn't allowed for male interaction. Maybe that was why her body was reacting this way to him. She wanted to hit herself on the head, of course her self imposed dry spell would make her prone to find sadistic psychos sexy.
And he was so sexy.
Her fingers unclasped his pants and pushed them down his legs. He lifted himself up and pulled his pants and boxers off. As soon as they hit the floor she got on her knees, on the bed, and pulled him back to her. She kissed him and pulled him onto the bed with her. He toppled onto her, sort of, and quickly began to whisper dirty things into her ear. All of the things he wanted to do to her in the two days they had left.
She hated how well he knew her.
Everything he said caused a whimper to escape her mouth because she wanted him to do those things too. His mouth trailed down her body and soon enough his head was between her legs. His mouth doing beyond sinful things as he licked and sucked at her clit. Annabeth was grasping the sheets beside her as her hips rocked against his mouth. Percy dug his fingertips into the tops of her thighs to hold her down.
Annabeth was feeling so out of control, she couldn't pinpoint exactly where it felt the best because he kept doing different things. Getting her close then bringing her back down. Everytime he did it she would cry out, frustrated at him. She wanted an orgasm, not to be teased but… that was his nature. She should have known he would taunt her with the possibility of bliss before pulling it away from her.
"Percy." She growled, he knew what she wanted, knew she was wound up so tight she was about to burst.
She felt the burst of air against her and she knew he was chuckling at her. Annabeth grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled on it.
"Okay, okay." He muttered, his fingers replacing his lips as he leaned all the way up to watch her lose control.
Annabeth held his stare until it was too much, until she was crying out into the night. Crying out unintelligible moans, trying to tell him how much she hated him for doing this to her. For making her feel like she needed him. She didn't want to need him.
"I always knew you were like me." He muttered as her chest was heaving and his mouth moved back up her body, his erection hitting her exactly where his mouth had just been.
Annabeth shook her head, "I'm not."
He chuckled and kissed her, "You are…. you're just too afraid to admit it."
Annabeth gasped as he slid into her easily. She wanted to say something back to him, go against what he was saying but her body was still so sensitive from her orgasm and… and she couldn't think.
His hips made slow, shallow circles- teasing her- whines erupted from her throat. She really wanted him to move or something, he felt so good it hurt.
"Using people for your own gain… just like me, Annabeth." He whispered bringing his mouth to her neck.
Annabeth tried to buck up against him, "I'm not using anybody."
He stopped moving, pinning her hips down- she cried out, frustrated, "You're using me."
Annabeth grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled, "We're using each other, dick."
Percy used one hand to pull hers from his hair, he held her hands above her head, "You know I'm using you… this would go easier if you just admitted we're the same." Annabeth shook her head as he pulled back and thrusted deep into her.
She hummed in the back of her throat, "Yes… just like that." She breathed against his lips, she felt his answering smile against her mouth.
Her hands clasped onto the wooden slats in the headboard. Her mouth moving in tandem with his lips, his hips moving at a fast and dirty pace. She liked it. Okay, that was an understatement, she loved it. This was exactly what she wanted from him. She didn't want romance, she wanted something that equaled their convoluted relationship.
In no time at all, she was close again. So close to her second orgasm. Percy must have known she was close because he started moving slower, so much slower. She cried out and tried to pull her arms away from the lock he had on them with his hand. She wanted to push him back and straddle him, to ride him and show him exactly what he was doing to her.
He could see it in her eyes, she knew that of course, "This is my show, Annabeth." He muttered, grinding himself against her.
She actually growled at him, he laughed.
"Worked up?" He teased.
Annabeth just tried to find the same friction as before, she needed him to move. Not keep her on the edge.
"How about this," He said as his lips took her breast into her mouth, his teeth biting on her nipple, "You can't come until you admit you're like me."
Annabeth groaned, "You're still on that?" Percy didn't respond as his tongue swirled around the sensitive spot on her chest.
Percy continued teasing her, moving to her other breast. Annabeth was in misery, sweet fucking misery. She was so close and he knew it. She wouldn't be surprised if she came the second he decided to move again, it would be intense- no doubt. All of this extra stimulation was mind boggling.
"I hate you." She moaned.
He chuckled, lifting his head from her chest, "Just say it, Annabeth."
"Why?" She asked arching into him.
He kissed her, soft and full, "Because," He said quietly, "I need to know someone else is like me… that there is someone else with their walls tumbling down one at time."
Annabeth gasped into his kiss as he thrusted slowly, that alone was enough to get her right there. One more deep thrust and she would fall apart at the seams, unravel into glorious bliss.
She caved, "I'm like you…fuck… I'm just like you… I use people to gain-" She broke off as he pulled back and then buried himself deep inside her, his hips moving harshly.
Annabeth fell apart after the second thrust. His name slipping off her tongue easily as the pleasure expanded all the way through her. Her body shuddered as his hips thrashed against hers. It was the best way to describe the hardness of his movement.
When he came it was just as violent as her own orgasm. His whole body tensing on top of hers, her name on his lips. He didn't collapse on top of her afterwards, he just rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed away from her as they both tried to gather their bearings.
She sat up and looked around for the bathroom, she climbed off the bed and walked toward it.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
Annabeth turned to look at him, too aware of the wetness seeping between her thighs, "Bathroom."
She hurried and cleaned up before appearing in the room again. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed. She climbed in on the opposite side, he turned to her.
"I'm not finished with you yet."
Annabeth climbed under the covers, "So, we're not sleeping for the next two days?"
"Or leaving the room." He muttered climbing back in beside her. Annabeth laughed, she couldn't imagine having more sex like what she just experienced. He was so… brutal but it was just what she needed.
"We'll be slow, if you're not feeling up to another round then tell me." He said as his hand settled on her hip.
Annabeth looked at his stupid and beautiful face, "Two days, Percy."
He understood what she meant, they had two days to enjoy whatever truce they had going. Two days before reality encroached on their erotic little bubble. He smiled and kissed her slow, igniting the ache in her again. This time though, it was a different ache- one she would carry with her on the plane back to the states. One that she would feel when he paraded his whores around her.
One that would cause her world to crumble around her slowly.