Jace Smith, a 19 year old heir of the Italian mafia, or mostly known as "The Devil", he doesn't have a soft spot for anyone, but with an arranged marriage with a girl he hates that can change.
Hazel Williams, an 18 year old daughter of an abusive mo...
I was laying in my bed and counting the minutes when someone walked in. I mentally prepared myself for what was coming. I turned my head around.
"We're watching a movie downstairs." Jace said and began to walk downstairs. I followed behind him, partly because of fear and partly because I wanted to know what movie we were watching.
I saw popcorn, sodas and snacks on the table. But what caught my eye the most, were the chocolate chip cookies with orange juice. He knows my favorite food.
I widened my eyes and sat next to Jace, but inched myself away from him a little. Nah, I'm not sitting next to that bastard until he apologizes.
"Im sorry about today." Jace muttered and looked in my direction. I turned my head slowly, not believing what I just heard.
I nodded and gave him a slight smile. Something in his eyes sparkled. And for some reason, I wanted to hug him.
I inched myself towards him this time, making his eyes widen a bit. His hand reached for the remote as he put the movie on.
An action movie, it was 3 hours long. Now, I was really tired, so after about one hour I was almost asleep, my body was giving up.
I yawned and tried to stay up, but I fell onto something and my eyes closed. It's funny really, how fast I can fall asleep.
By the time I woke up, I heard some breaths above me. I looked to see on what I fell asleep on. I turned my head up, and was blessed with a heavenly sight. Jace was manspreading, and my head was right beside his crotch. He didn't have a shirt on, so his abs were a view. His head was thrown back, indicating he was asleep.
I immediately blushed and jumped up. Holy shit he's so perfect. "What the fuck." I heard a groan behind me. Oh no.
"Sorry, I just fell asleep on you." I gave him a nervous chuckle. He grinned, rising one eyebrow up.
"So?" He questioned, the devilish grin remaining on his perfectly sculpted face. I looked at him, my eyes wide.
He chuckled and leaned to whisper something in my ear. "Your head felt good on my lap." Holy shit, Saints I'm going to faint. My cheeks were pink.
I ran upstairs, almost tripping over my legs. Washing my face, an idea popped up into my brain. I'm going to fucking give him a taste of his own medicine, teasing.
I looked through my closet, grabbing the perfect black lingerie set. Thank God for my big breasts and hourglass waist.
I put some light red lipstick on my lips, and let my hair down. It reached right above my breasts. And lastly, I got dressed into the undergarments.
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I peeked downstairs and he was still shirtless but he was sitting on the couch, perfect. His back was turned to me. It had some tattoos on it, but one really caught my eye. Vivamus, moriendum est. Latin.
I started walking towards him, quietly. His hands were resting behind him, spreading on the back of the couch.
When I got in front of him he widened his eyes. "Fuck." He groaned under his breath. And I could see the lust trailing in his eyes.
I moved myself on top of him, straddling him. His hands snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. "You're so fucking perfect." He whispered, looking up at my eyes.
His cold rings felt so good on my waist and his touch was something else, like it was made for my body. "Your hands feel good on my body" I whispered in his ear. I lowered my head down, and then.
Fireworks.
Butterflies erupted in my stomach when our lips met. His hand moved itself to the back of my head.
He pulled down, making my neck bare and revealed. His kisses felt magical as he left a trail of them right on my neck.
I know he doesn't love anyone but his touch and his lips felt like the whole world was spinning around me.
I wanted him to like me. I wanted to experience this more than once.
We gasped for air as he bit his bottom lip and looked down. Oh shit it was big. I now consider the women who had the pleasure to sleep with him the luckiest people on earth.
He tried to brush it off by leaning in but I leaned back, dropping on the floor. On my knees.
I kissed his abs, leaving a trail of marks. My hands reached for the zipper, but I never made it there.
"Hazel? Are you in here?" I heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door. My mouth parted a bit.
Jace stood up and motioned for me to go behind the counter. He zipped his pants up and opened the front door.
Jace opened the door and I saw Luca. What the fuck was he doing here? I was about to have my moment.
"Where is she?!" Luca screamed at Jace. Jace, on the other hand, chuckled. "Who?" He leaned against the door frame.
"Hazel." Luca looked pissed. "I don't know.." Jace muttered out, and I could practically feel the devilish grin on his handsome face.
"I know you have her! Where is she? Fuck.. who am I speaking to, you probably can't even give a woman pleasure." Luca chuckled, in an attempt to be scary and look like Jace.
I'm sorry Luca but the way he kisses is enough to make me orgasm. So you're wrong on the pleasure part.
Jace took that comment quite seriously and pinned Luca onto the wall grabbing him by his collar. "Your dick couldn't even hurt a fly, Luke."
"Okay, but it's probably bigger than yours. What are you, 3 inches?" Luca smirked. I wouldn't really agree to that one.
"Its 10 but if you want, we can always pretend it's 3. To boost your self esteem, you know?" Jace smirked, kicking Luca out. ____________ they beefin
ah and, you'll find out what Jace's tattoo means in some other chapter
