The Devil's Angel

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

"I had to fight like hell, and fighting like hell made me who I am."

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   Diavolo Costello

I brought my hands up and went into a standing position to demonstrate how to throw a proper punch and she immediately flinched, her eyes were glued shut and she had her hands covering her face well her body trembled.

She stood there waiting for a punch that wasn't going to come, and her body trembled. I grabbed her shaking hands from her face trying to be gentle with her fragile hands and brought them down. "I'm not going to hit you." She suddenly relaxed. I watched as her honey-colored eyes got shined from the tear she was trying to hold back.

"But you," She crossed her arms around her chest and looked up at me with a sigh as she wiped any tears that might have fallen. Complete innocence, that's what Aurora was. "I won't hurt you Aurora unless you give me a reason to." I've never been around someone as innocent, small, and fragile as Aurora. I wasn't sure how to act in these situations. I was used to dealing with men. The only time I spent with women was when I had an occasional one-night stand.

I rolled my eyes at the thought. From the first moment, we talked she was kind and accepting. When I told her who I was she didn't show fear as most people do, she didn't tell me I was a monster or deserved to go through everything I have. Most people would have said a bunch of shit when they have no idea what they're talking about. But Aurora didn't, it was new and slightly intriguing. Normally those are the first assumptions or things people say.

Instead, she told me I should be proud of myself for getting where I am. I never really thought of that, I always considered myself a monster for what I have done and accomplished. I still do. But I guess not everyone could be mentally and physically destroyed like I was at such a young age and still get up and fight back every time.

Never would I have thought to be proud of myself. Even after the things I have had to do to become the person I am now. The pain I have had to encounter, the beatings and mental abuse I go through since I was born.

I taught her some of the basic things about fighting and surprisingly she was very good at it. After about an hour she was exhausted.

"Can we take a break?" She tugged on my shirt to get my attention. "I think I'm going to pass out, I can't keep up with you." She whined.

"Once more, I want you to punch me again and if you manage to hit me we can stop for the day." She looked disappointed.

I was having a hard time staying focused, she was only wearing a tight white top that showed off her chest and some tight leggings that really enhanced her already big ass, but with the leggings, it was distracting.

I watched as she got into a standing position. I have to say she catches on fast. She raised her right fist to punch me so I went to catch it but she pulled it back and punched me with her left fist. Did she just dime me out?

I was focused on what just happened when she swung her leg making me fall. But I didn't fall backward, I fell onto her.

I was laying on top of her and she was laying on the floor trying to move. Fuck, not right now!

"Are you enjoying being on top of me, it's been a good minute now and you're still on top of me. I'm struggling to breathe with your full body weight crushing me." She started moving under me.

I went to get up but so did she. Her leg went up so are lower halves were connected. If anyone were to walk in right now they would definitely think we are fucking.

Our eyes locked and she started blushing. She most definitely could feel how turned on I was right now by the position and the feeling of her body against mine. I couldn't help but think how much better this position would be if we were both naked.