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To the girls who fuck the villains. Open your mouth wide and take it like a good girl.
“So excuse me if the mere sight of you makes me want to vomit all over my shoes. And that’s saying something because these are Jordan 4s and I just got them.”
Sin says we need to play a little harder, but we’ve tried that, and still I’m in a constant state of I wanna rip your fucking head off.
What a tiny little thing you are…kind of like a doll, cute to look at but won’t bend. I wouldn’t be above trying, though.
The feminine voice penetrates my eardrums, and while I’ve only heard it once before, I recognize it instantly. It stabs at parts of me I can’t name, slamming into my mind like it fucking belongs there. Like it was coming home.
Her body slowly turns to get away from whomever she’s with, when suddenly she stops, her head snapping in this direction until her line-of-sight locks with mine. Instantly, my muscles ripple, clenching and flexing and stretching. Fucking straining. She can’t see me. There’s no fucking way.
I’m an heir, a fucking Lord, son to the king of the Stygian people, of dark magic,
I don’t suck on anything unless it’s over six foot and has a red flag hovering over their head.
“Aw, come on! If that threesome would have happened, it would have been fun. At least for you, since I know Ben doesn’t swing his big dick this way.”
I want her like that. At my mercy. Bare beneath me like a perfect little doll.
“What if I said I have always wanted to play with the devil, if only to see how bad it would burn?”
“Then I would say you’re pretty fucking close to getting what you wished for. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick like you were made to.”
“Terra aqua indiget sicut venae sanguine. Imple hanc humum et medullis et sanguine.” The Latin words roll off her tongue with ease. Earth needs water like veins need blood. Fill this soil up with both marrow and blood.
“Before she became London Crow, she was Villaina Lacroix.”
“Lacroix?” Knight growls, he and his other brothers looking around the table with confusion. Legend slowly stands. “As in Acheros Lacroix?” Sinner shouts to his feet, “The fucking Slasher?” Knight shakes his head. “What the fuck?”
An angry Deveraux is deadly. But a threatened Lacroix can be just as bad.
Deveraux, the God of Hell and his mistress of Sin. The Lords of Darkness. The royal family of Stygian. These boys aren’t what I thought—oh no—they are worse. The demonic monsters that hide behind their human form are the opposite of what they are now.
Knight appears, his eyes slicing to mine as he swipes the end of his blade along the base of his tongue.
