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On other side Sofia was taking her pills with a shaking hand by remembering what just had happened. While she was forcefully taking out the dress from Heaven from their room, Heaven cried and said in a requesting tone, "mom l don't wanna take out this dress...l liked this very much...there is no dirt in it." "Not you take it off l said take it off. Be quiet", she yelled to the child angrily. At that moment a man in blazer who seemed to be fifty years old come there with a red face with anger. Besides that, there was a red stoned peculiar ring on his right hand's middle finger.

Understood all the demons in my head that wanted to come out and play. He took care of me. Loved me. And I loved him. "Lucian" I moaned "Look at me baby" he growled, his hand gripping my neck as I looked at him, my eyes glassy as he fucked me incessantly. Vote and Comment .

“Give me everything, little moon. Ruin me.” She laughed—low, filthy, triumphant—and rolled her hips in a slow, grinding circle that dragged my swollen knot against her rim from the inside. The sensation was pure torture; pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. The Devil Alpha—three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old firstborn of Lucifer himself—was getting thoroughly, shamelessly fucked by his Luna.

After years of sponsorship, my family raised nothing but an ingrate. Since he turned out to be a heartless ingrate, there was no reason for me to be nice. I bought a bottle of paraquat and mixed it into the alcohol. Under the pretense of apologizing, I knocked on Timothy's door and drank with him all night. Halfway through, he seemed to notice something was wrong. "Why does this liquor taste strange?" He put the glass down and examined it carefully, but it was already too late. The poison took effect. He started foaming at the mouth.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

“You are mine, Devil Emperor Finn.” A fragment of pure halo light bloomed from her palm and sank into his heart. Finn slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. “I am only yours, Heavenly Empress Vivica,” he whispered, accepting her light as he placed a beautiful black crown upon her head, the crown of the Empress of Hell. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as white and black petals rained down from above, showering them in a storm of light and shadow. Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue.

The numbness only made the craving in my other hole stronger. “You want me to fuck your ass, is that it?” Rocco asked, his voice lower, a note of sadistic amusement threaded through the lust. He leaned over me, his fingers still playing with my tight hole, his hot breath against my ear. “Ask me to fuck your ass, Diana. Ask me like this: please, baby, fuck my tight little asshole.” His request was an order my body couldn’t refuse. Breathless, I let it slip out: “Please, baby…”

I sighed a breath of relief because I knew once the devil was passed out, he would be out for the rest of the night. My lids were heavy and sleep was only moments away. I entered my dreamland and dreamt of a different life for myself. I didn't get far before I felt a hand clamping over my mouth. My eyes opened wide to find the devil pinning me down on the bed. His hand groped my breast, and I struggled against his dirty clutches.

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

Just then, a guy with curly hair dressed in a pink suit rushed in with another guy that was badly bruised. Aryan almost choked at the sight. “You look beautiful baby.” Mr. Dhanial said to the already half-dead person. “Forgive me boss, it was not intentional.” The guy pleaded. Aryan felt pity towards him but knew whatever it was, the guy was going to die. Just as he predicted, Mr. Dhanial gave the ruthless orders. “Put him in the grinding machine and sell his blood to Mr. Iglesias from Italy for ten million dollars.”