The Blue Hearted Devil Himself

In a land of liars

I find Colten eventually I owe him a thank you.
He's outside which equals not mad.
He stands on the balcony. It's dark out the mountain are vibrant.

"So your not mad?" I ask quietly He blows out his smoke "why would I be mad at you?" He questions not looking at me yet genuinely sounding mad. I swallow "I dunno I somehow always get blamed for things like this that happen to me." I utter nervously. That empty feeling of my sister death returns.

I was young but that guilt stayed with me.

I pull my lips together looking at the floor.

"Who was the guy?" I wonder he shrugs "Doesn't matter he's a fuck."
A dead fuck.

I exhale he smoking on a giant cigar. I think you smoke those I'm not sure. I look at the scratches along my body random bruises. I cross my arms over the tatted lingerie.

I feel disgusted with myself my lips from into a frown my throat becomes a harder pill to swallow than air. I start trying to tear off the lingerie from my body.

Colten looks at me as I fail to rip it off my thighs my lip trembles his brows furrow he places a hand on the other side of me caging me in against the balcony my back against his front as my hands tremble to pull off this fucking lingerie.

"I want it off-" I whimper "I want it off." I repeat his body pushes against mine he leans down until our cheeks are touching the smoke from his mouth hits my cheek hot air as he kisses my face gently. I feel his fingers claps around the front with a knife in his other hand holds it away from my body as he slices threw the magenta fabric. My eyes burn with tears as it falls down my body until I'm left bare. my chest is full to his gaze.

"Is it easier?"
He looks at me confused.

"Would I feel less violated?"
"If my heart was blue." I ask I don't even know what I mean by it but there's a reason they call him the blue hearted devil.

He barely has emotions I've only see wrath ,vengeance ,vindictive and cruelty. Which are not exactly emotions.

He sighs "I hate that fucking nickname." He whispers he stands behind me our body's close my fully naked but not really looking he looks at the city the skyline the lost planes and the damaged soldiers that stand around the border of the gates.

The hell gates and I'm screwing with the devil. The blue devil. Who won't love me no matter what. I don't think I need him to. I can love myself.

The lingerie still at my feet. "Thank you for saving me." I utter his body pushing mine against the cold railing a tangled whimper leaves my lips as the hard cold black railing brushes against my nipple. Turning it instantly hard.

I turn around he leans closer to me his eyes look over me my frame a lot smaller then him his gaze holding something possessiveness about the way he's looking at me.

"No one touches what's mine." He whispers as if he did it for him.
And what's his? Me.

maybe he did do it for himself he was angry when he came through the doors. My lips part as my eyes stare widely at him my fingers latch on the steady railing. I wish he'd said something like 'no need to thank me.'

"Goodnight Colten" I whisper forcing him to lean down so I can kiss his cheek.

My lips touch his face it's remarkably smooth no beard or really any facial hair I've seen him with a stubble once or twice but he shaved it before I even got to see it grown out.

I walk back inside my legs sore my body feels numb.

I lay down in my bed not feeling too good. Tears burn my eyes I can't even begin to describe how I'm feeling.

My hips feel sore from his grip my breast hurt the most from him groping me. I bite my lip. Why me. Why does he always choose to take it out on me I don't even believe In god yet I'm acting as if I do.

The only time I get revenge is if someone dies and that's the devil having my back.

Whether that devils heart is blue that's what they called Colten behind his back which he clearly knows about it he wrote that across my body. And well I confronted him about it.

I feel so ignorant and stupid I feel like a slut. I mean I would know I've had all the practice.

The tears run down my cheeks my stomach still nauseous I stay up crying for hours.

It's dark pitch black out my window with the blue light coming from the pool on the first floor. until I finally get up seeing if Coltens awake.

I open his door "Colten?" I whisper unsure if he's asleep or not.

I turn around closing the door once I'm fully inside I see his back. And one of his arms not sure where his head is.

Watch closer touching his tattooed back softly "what do you want?" He grumbles his head smushed under his pillow I look at his dark grey sheets almost black from the poor lighting in the moon he always keeps his curtains open letting as much sun in as he can when he wakes up.

I crawl over him on his bed in an empty spot I lay down. I ignore his question. I scoot under the covers he pulls the pillow off his head looking at me he rolls his eyes and turns around.

I wake up my whole body is wrapped around
Coltino Everetto-De Lombardi. I look up at him my legs surrounding his torso my arms folded over his abs I snuggle closer to him closing my eyes once again. Humming noises escapes my lips as I get comfortable.

Colten's p.o.v.

My door opens I hear Katrinas soft carful voice as she says my name gently I don't respond I feel her smooth soft hands tattoos on my back as her coconut vanilla light scent hits my nose I inhale.

"what do you want?" I ask tiredly I hear a small hum come from her lips she crawls over me to get to the other side of the bed she lays down resting her head her I turn around shifting. Not knowing why I didn't tell her to get the fuck out.

Or why the hell I'm letting her sleep here if she hasn't passed out from fucking. I let her scent fog up my bedsheets.

Falling asleep again. I turn around after a while I see Katerina sweating as her brows furrowed her lips curled in uncomfortableness I stare at her face with her insanely beautiful features her plump lips in a perfect pout her big almond shaped eyes in there light brown that hold so much power over me she doesn't even realize but I'm far too dangerous to be actually involved with with more than just a physical relationship.

I don't feel shit for her but lust she's addictive.

Her hand gripping the bed sheets I lick my lips hearing a tangled whisper come from her lips as her pain increases I rub her cheek with my thump trying to soothe her with out having to wake her uo she whimpers her body grinds against the sheets like she's trying to shake something.

"Off-" she whines "get off" she repeats her voice filling with panic.

"Shhh your okay sweetheart" I whisper in her ear she blinks a few times her eyes open slowly tears filled her eyes look up at me in fear she wraps her arms around me hugging me for safety.

I stiffen at the sudden body touch. She shouldn't find fucking comfort in me. I exhale before I wrap my hands around her slim waist she snuggles into my neck not speaking any words just breathing heavy feel a couple lone tears I feel her bellybutton ring against me that fucking bellybutton ring is so fucking sexy. I can't even look at her stomach without that going straight to my dick.

Her bare body rubs against mine she's wearing a shirt a dress shirt of mine she stole.

I cup her plump ass stroking a lower part of her back. Her thong a thin strap she sighs pulling her body closer to mine.

"Goodnight Katerina." I kiss her neck gently.