Chapter Thirty One- The Devil She Doesn't Know Part Two    The Devil is going to know, this is not going to end well, not for Jon and certainly not for me either. I thought I could 'misbehave' and get away with it without an ounce of guilt or fear, but that is far from the case.                        |||•••||••||||  "What are you thinking about?" The question snapped me out of my reverie and my immediate awkwardness was represented by the sheepish smile I threw at him. I cannot believe that here I am, with a boy I kind of like and I cannot manage conversation with him for even ten minutes without thinking about the most forbidden man I have ever lusted after. I did not give Jon a re

Chapter Thirty Three - The Devil She Doesn't Know Part Four    Their eyes were alight with resentment and I could read through them as though they were see- through. They were about to make sure that I regret taking the biggest risk of upsetting my father and coming here.                     ||•••|||•••|||  "First I have to figure out who Marosa is..." "Who? Is that his side whore?" Dyne asked with a cocked brow, making me aware that I had thought out loud. "No... I was just... never mind..." I dismissed. There was nothing to explain. I am just as confused as she is. I do not know why he calls me Marosa and what past I have to remember, but I need answers, because clearly I am

Chapter Thirty Five- The Devil She Doesn't Know Part Six   Look at this slutty costume I am in, I am far from being daddy's little angel, his 'innocent liloco' and I want him to correct that. I mean if all I had to do to last time to unleash the Beast was to dismiss myself and wear some still pretty decent nightwear; then he surely is not going to hold back tonight.                        -•-¡~▪︎¡¡¡▪︎~¡-•- My eyes fluttered open and as soon as my eyelids rose up, a sharp pang of pain rippled across my jaw and I tasted bitterness on my tongue. The distinct taste of blood mixing with my saliva. It took me a few seconds to fully regain consciousness and necessary mental function to register what was happening. I grimaced profusely as the bloo

Chapter Thirty Seven- The Devil She Doesn't Know Part Eight    It instantly occurred to me that I was in the arms of a stranger, I had never seen this man before in my entire life, but his ethereal beauty and his alien, striking features looked so familiar to me. I quickly figured that that was because he held such a strong resemblance to the object of my torrid fantasies and vivid nightmares.                                   -----••••¡¡¡¡•••-----   Varto casually wore his black gloves, fixed his jacket and shirt which I noted to be different from the button down he was wearing when we left the hotel. The shirt must have

Chapter thirty Nine- The Devil She Doesn't Know Part tenThe best part is, she can't say no- that's not how Demons play! THE DEVIL'S P.O.V Patience is a virtue which I have never had and do not plan on attaining anytime soon. My tolerance for disobedience and ineptitude wears thin very quickly, every single one of my subordinates and worthless servants knows this, hence why Varto has chariness etched onto his face. I know him far too well, he is not a man to be unsettled in my presence, unless he has done something to upset his master. "Speak Varto." I command him brusquely, making him anticipate the brunt of my wrath. Instead of giving me a response, Varto tilted his head up imitating my trusted righthand's gesture and acknowledged him without words. Right, I must dismiss Macheno, I was too eager for Varto's report on my princess' latest transgressions, I almost forgot that he will remain here unless I permit him to leave. "You do not need to impress Vilcron, he either agrees to