CHAPTER NINE: How Did I Meet the Devil?

 Author pov

People are tragically, gloriously mistaken to think that humans are the highest form of life and the only beings that live on our planet. But they forget to acknowledge the fact that there are devils in the form of humans living with us.

The first night Alessia Rivera met Dante Moretti, she should have known he was trouble.

The kind of man who looked like sin dressed in a tailored suit. The kind of man mothers warned their daughters about.

But she hadn’t listened. Maybe she couldn’t.

Now his name is branded on her heart,

his shadow stitched into her soul.

All she wanted was salvation with a little satisfaction—one that won’t ruin her, but the devil doesn’t crave salvation.

He craves possession.

****FLASHBACK*****

 If not for her parents, she wouldn't even be in this mess.   Alessia is the epitome of beauty... a petite girl with the most perfect body and face card. One, every man would want to have as his. Aside from her being beautiful, she is hard-working, determined, and zealous. She was everything, but the one thing she craved was a man who would love her for who she was. But that dream of hers is shattered because her parents didn’t care about her feelings; they were not listening to her complaints, and, even when the evidence was staring at their faces, they just turned a blind eye. 

 That  evening, she caught Damon cheating on her changed everything..

she went to a club on the other side of town, the kind of place she’d never been before—dark, loud, and full of strangers who didn’t care who she was.

She drank herself into a stupor because it was easier than crying. The liquor burnt her throat, numbed her chest, and for a while, she felt free.

Until she felt someone carried her.

“Let me go,” Alessia yelled as he carried her in a bridal style to the room. She kept on hitting him, but it seemed she was the one getting hurt in the process.

He got to the room and placed her on the bed

“You are nothing but an asshole,” she yelled and burst into tears.

 “I am not going to marry that monster,” she yelled, and he rolled his eyes slowly. 

 What Dante didn't understand was why she was  yelling at him when he had just rescued her from those hungry lions at the club. She was drunk for crying out loud, yet she was still drinking.

 “Do I look like a monster to you?” Dante asked from nowhere in annoyance.

 “I don’t want to marry who I don’t love,” she yelled again. But before she could say something again, he shut her up with a kiss, but he didn't know why he did that.

The kiss was fierce, raw, and demanding, as if he was staking his claim on her soul. His mouth moved with perfect dominance, his lips soft yet insistent, coaxing and consuming all at once.

His hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair as he tilted her head to deepen the kiss. His other hand rested on her waist, pulling her firmly against him, their bodies perfectly aligned. The warmth of his touch was electric, and Alessia felt her whole body melting under his control; her breath hitched as he explored every bit of her with intensity. 

His tongue grazed her lower lip, teasingly, before delving into her mouth and tasting her fully. The kiss shifted, turning slower but not less possessive, as he wanted to savour every moment, every second, and every sensation.

He didn't just kiss; he claimed ownership.

He broke from the kiss, his voice was raspy as ever. 

“Are you sure you want this? He brought out his dick for her to see the length and decide.

Alessia's throat dried up; she wasn't sure of what she wanted to say, but her pussy was already itching to know what it feels like to have it inside her.

She took a gulp in and whispered in a seductive voice.

 “Yes, I want this, but I have never done this before.”

Dante quickly undressed her and leaned forward and gave her a kiss on her forehead, reassuring her he would be gentle.

 He used his dick to tease the entrance of her pussy, then his lips suddenly took her lips, kissing her slowly till she was drawn into the sensation of the kiss. Suddenly Alessia felt something hard tearing her pussy apart; that was Dante shoving a quarter of his length into her. Her eyes squinted and knees weakened.

“No...” she whimpered into his mouth while breaking from the kiss and staring painfully into his eyes tearfully.

 “It hurts,” she cried out, but he moved one of his hands, tugging it behind her ears and kissing her forehead. Fuck, what was this feeling he was feeling? He hasn’t felt this way before.

“I know it hurts, but trust me, his voice was soothing, and they melted something inside her.

 

“Okay,” she said as he shoved half of his length in; Alessia felt full. Her legs turned weaker, and she felt like she couldn't take him anymore.

“Oh my… You are so huge.” She cried out, the pain intensifying, her hand gripped tightly into the bed sheet. She was so small underneath him

Dante felt something in him die at the painful expression on her face. He wasn’t supposed to be attached to her, but he felt something connecting them already. He just couldn’t stand her in pain.

He was half inside her, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to go in. Even though she was squeezing him really hard, the urge to fuck this sweet pussy of hers was there, but he still needed to go gently with her.

 He started off by stroking her gently and watching her facial expression between pain and pleasure; little by little every pain started wearing off.

“Are you enjoying it?” he asked softly, dropping a kiss on her lips again while stroking her gently.

She flashed him a gentle smile to ease all his worries.

"Yes, it doesn’t hurt as much as before.”

Dante leaned over her and kissed her tenderly before pushing his whole dick into her and thrusting with as much vigour as he could without coming.

Oh fuck!! Their moans colluded, and he watched tears rolling out of her eyes. But he had to; he had to tear her out so that she won’t feel pain next time. The next time could be tomorrow or next week, because he was already addicted when he had not even started.

The Morning After

Sunlight cut through the curtains. Alessia woke up in an unfamiliar room, sheets tangled around her legs. She looked at the bed and froze

There was a man in bed with her. He was still sleeping peacefully.

She sat up slowly, her head pounding. “I should go before he sees me.”

She quickly dressed and left the room with no questions and traces.

Only if she knew that losing her virginity to the devil was the beginning of her nemesis.

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END OF FLASHBACK