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But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

A grateful chuckle had escaped my throat when I saw that the moon was favouring me and instead of taking a little bite, suck a little of her sweet smelling blood and leave, I fucked her. I could remember the night so vividly clear, she was the sweetest I've ever had, no cunt had ever gripped my dick so tightly in that manner, it made me almost lose my principles and standards as King and almost came before her but I refrained. I buried my seed instead of taking her blood and it seemed Draven and Lucian had a similar fucked up story similar to mine. Right now, pinning the guard to the wall, I'm shaking with rage. He should be on guard and not leaving his duty post.

We were alone, and I felt like I had entered a cage with a man who had the power to do whatever he wanted. The both of us, locked in a room in the highest floor of a prestigious hotel. It was beautiful, elegant and the perfect place to unleash my inner whore. Even in my heels, Damian towered over me. He was bigger then me, stronger. His muscles strained underneath his shirt, tensing whenever he moved. He reached me, standing a few inches away with a predatory gaze traveling down my body. He was close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from him. I made a mistake of taking an apprehensive step back.

It was exactly midnight. Dante was sitting in front of the operation room, pressing his hands together while looking up in the ceiling. “I know I am a terrible person. I have committed a lot of sins and I don’t deserve to be forgiven by you.” He spoked. “But Victoria and the baby inside of her are innocent.” Tears started to gather around the rim of his eyes. “So please God, if you actually exist, please save both of them.” He was holding on to the necklace Victoria was wearing last time. He knew what it was, one of the item that was supposed to be auctioned at Sergio’s auction.

“You’ll get what you want.” Santoro smiled. He lowered the gun slowly. Deliberately. Letting me watch every inch of it come down, savoring it, the way men like him savored the moments when other men broke. “Just like your father,” he said softly. “In the end.” He tilted his head. “Blinded by love for a woman.” I said nothing. Let him have it. Let him stand there and believe he’d won something. Let him think the man in the chair was the same man his father had been.

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?

A dark smirk tugged at his lips. “Well, well,” he drawled, voice low and mocking. “Look at you. Standing here dressed like a desperate slut, waiting for someone to fuck you properly. My father still not satisfying that greedy pussy of yours?” Serena’s breath hitched, but she refused to back down. She tilted her head, letting the robe slip open a little more on purpose. “Better than waiting around for an angry little boy who can only talk shit but never actually delivers,” she shot back, her voice smooth and venomous.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

Pretend there weren’t men hunting shadows trying to locate me. Pretend someone hadn’t tried to kill me. I lifted my face to the sun and stared into space for a few minutes. But even here, with all the perfection that feels like paradise, I felt watched. Not by a person. By something larger. I kept asking myself all the possible endless questions coming to my head. Why? Why me? I had no enemies. I don't have any secrets. No power. Unless— My mind drifted again to Dante’s birthmark. I frowned.

We were placed in the first row and I can say that I feel special right now. -Wow I didn't think we would have this privilege Jonathan sitting down seems really surprised, at the same time he is normally reserved for important people and acquaintances, they may be "friends" but not to this extent The lights dim and the parade begins. The music hits and it’s “Wow” by post malone. Yes it's music sounds a lot like Damon. The models take turns parading and I can say that Damon did a good job, it’s really beautiful.