Devil of Dublin

by B.B. Easton

But I wasn’t ready. I wanted more time. I wanted him. I wanted to feel his fairy magic on my skin again. I wanted to be looked into instead of looked at. I wanted to be held instead of held down. I knew I didn’t deserve those things, but for the first time in my life, I was willing to fight for them anyway.

If the Devil wanted to drag me back to hell now, he was going to need a fucking body bag.