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I just like the tradition of it. I look up just as Rocket is coming towards me and I smile. “ You ready to show these bitches what a Devil is made of?” she asks. I laugh “ Rocket, you know I’m not Devil.” She gets down on her knees in front of me. “ My favorite Pixie, I may have not ever said this. And it is clearly overdue. You may not wear the kutte which is a shame because you looked hot as hell in it. And you may not have the ink but you my girl are a Devil at heart. You are in the Devil family for life. The bond we have with you is stronger than any ol’e lady. It is in your blood the same as it is Casper’s. Now you get that cute ass out there and show them what you are made of.” Rocket

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

he said and came closer "So you see cupcake you deserve the punishment since you punished me first, the devil always punish the wrongdoers and always payback 10 folds." he said and I went red, must he give me such punishment, doesn't he miss my lips the way I miss his. "That's unfair, I misunderstood the situa...." my sentence was cut off as the devil smashed his lips on mine, he drew me impossibly closer.(Cupcake pov) Am such a fool I kept thinking as tears rolled down my eyes, I don't care about the awkward glance people are giving me I just couldn't control the tears. Martha was right all men are the same, if Mike could cheat on her even after all his love then what makes Devil different.

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A low chuckle escaped Devil’s lips. “We all know the rules guiding this club,” he said coldly. “The devil does not give second chances.” A pause. “If you make a mistake… you die.” The air turned suffocating. With a simple nod of his head, his right-hand man stepped forward. Execute. He placed a small, round blue candy into the trembling man’s hand. “You are to eat this.” The man hesitated—just for a second. Then, under the weight of Devil’s gaze, he swallowed it.

He arched his brows as if confirming whether I know or not what I'm entering myself into. I brought my face closer to his close enough that one move and our lips will kiss, "Yes, the devil for the world is mine to keep," and it was sealed. He was mine. Victor Amuso belongs to Olivia Vitalio.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

His mouth watered. Spreading her open with his thumbs, Chris leaned in for a long, slow lick. Hema nearly came off the bed, a hoarse scream tearing from her throat. He sealed his lips over her and suckled, fucking his tongue into her clenching heat. The obscene squelch of his mouth on her pussy filled the room. "Oh god, Chris!" Hema babbled, heels drumming against his back. She ground herself against his face, riding his tongue. Chris lapped at her entrance, savoring her tangy essence. He nibbled at her throbbing clit, tugging it between his teeth until she was a shuddering, incoherent mess.

D e v o u r _ o u r c o _ k Then it hit Ron right between the eyes, or maybe more like right between the legs. She had written DEVOUR YOUR COCK as her choice for things she wanted to do on vacation. He couldn't believe she was being so forward. Besides, why would she ever want to do something like that with him, he was just an ordinary teenage boy.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.