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“Don’t fucking look away, Kyren.” I didn’t. Couldn’t. His eyes weren’t soft. They were desperate. Ferocious. My body was on fire. My nerves were frayed. I felt every inch of him, inside me, against me, all over me. I was covered in sweat, in want, in him. “It hurts,” I whispered. His eyes narrowed. “Good.”

One of the men started to sing loudly, Drink, enjoy to the core Get yourself intoxicated more. Make the snow as crown Perfectly fit for our known. Our future King is here, Get ready to celebrate the victory. Only one name was audible, Dev was the name echoed everywhere. Everyone was singing and dancing like a lunatic and enjoying their wine with joy. The wine falls were overflowed with many people, while Dev was speaking to himself, “Why can’t I take my thoughts away from those eyes? It’s evil but exotic. Those eyes were more intoxicating than wines. I came across thousands but those were casting some spells on me.

My fingers worry at the strings, plucking absent notes while my brain hunts for the right words. The lyrics sharpen themselves around one idea: *The devil I married.* Not in so many words yet. But it’s there. In the way the chorus curls around the concept of signing your name next to someone else’s and not knowing if you’ve been saved or sold. In the way the verses bite at invisible chains, then admit sometimes the hand on the lock feels like home. Every time I stumble on a particularly vicious couplet, Mia cackles. “You’re going to kill him,” she says.

Just… staring. The devil then looked at me me. He had deep red eyes. They were sharped as daggers, locked onto mine. He could have ended me in a breath. But instead, he laughed. I remembered how his laughter felt. It was a low, chilling sound that made my knees buckle. “You,” he said. His voice felt like smoke around my ears, “I like the way you look at me. Not with fear, but hunger. You understand, don’t you? Demons should rule. Not wolves. Not witches. Not Lycans. Only us.”

It is the word that keeps it going. It is sure it had seen someone for a few seconds. A boy perhaps. It keeps its eyes on the window but no one comes to sight anymore. It walks past a house with its light slightly contributing to that of the moon, a brighter image of the figure is visible. It is human. A girl. Definitely in her late teens. Her eyes are red as flames. Amber. Her gaze is faint and fuzzy like she can only see what is exactly in front of her. Her dress is white, assuming the dirt and unknown substances are cleaned off it. ***

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

Devil, I can’t deny he is an extremely handsome Devil, who’s playing with me and my body as his wish. Again, he came near me, so near that the rich fragrance of his body again took over my sense, making me weak on my knees. “ Court!! Heh… “ He husked looking straight in my eyes as he gave a rough laugh stating it simple way he is hell angry and annoyed by my statement. His dark luminous eyes we’re giving a glare that was freezing my bones, like being nude in the middle of a hailstorm, where every chunk of ice was a frosted dagger cutting into my skin. They are so dark, giving a feeling like I am looking into an endless expanse of a midnight sky. Pure black. Dark and cold.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

It dodged without stress, its tail whipping out and slamming Dorian off balance. I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding, I looked around for anything that could stop it but I remembered, that was the devil Alpha, nothing can stop it. The creature turned to me again. I swallowed hard, sweat covering my face, It was unlike anything I’d ever felt. My body refused to move, my brain frozen under the weight of those burning red eyes. The Devil Alpha tilted its head, as if studying me. A deep, guttural growl rumbled from its throat. Then, without another glance, it turned and vanished into the darkness.

There's no emotion in his eyes, but there's something that'll make you want to look into his eyes forever. Breaking the silence, he finally speaks. “Devils don't love, baby. They ruin." His voice is low, but deep and musky. His rough hand trailing down my cleavage from my neck. The dress I'm wearing is so tight that my huge boobs are busted up. "We're on the same page, Volkov. I'll destroy you empire before you can even realize.” I entangle my fingers with his and shove his hand back to him. A dark dangerous smirk plays on his lips. His emerald eyes become darker. He leans forward, his lips are almost touching my cheek.