March 18, 2015- Wade
"Oh little devil!!" The words tumble out to a tune as I skip up behind the little assassin as she sits at the dining table.
"Yeah?" She answers but I can hear the distraction in her tone, that just won't do, wrapping my arms around her waist and she falls back against me.
Thank fuck for bar stools. Propping my head on her shoulder I glance down at the table to see a Chinese take out container in front of her.
"How dare you?" I accuse her and nip her neck. Deliciously she giggles and rests her soft hands on my rough ones. "Fine if you want to have Chinese without me, I won't tell you about your present." Gasping, she twists in my arms and glares. The fire in her eyes sent a tremor down my spine.
"Squishyyy," she whines but I roll my eyes, I'm not falling for that trick. Suddenly her eyes narrow and she whips out a small knife. Another tremor goes through me and she traces the tip of the blade across my neck.
"Oooo squirt, are we doing knives again?" Sliding my hands to her thighs I move them around my waist and press my hips to hers. The last time we did knives I came so hard I think I saw god. The blonde vixen in front of me just smirks back at me and presses the knife into my skin.
"Ugh, fuck little devil. Let's forget about your gift and you can carve me like a damn turkey all night." Addie chuckles but shakes her head, with easy precision she makes a small cut on my neck. Hissing and moaning maybe a bit too loud I rock my hips into her again but still my little devil denies me.
"Present, then we play." She kisses me sweetly before going to lick up the blood trailing down my neck. Squeezing her thighs, she pulls back with a knowing grin.
"Fine you win, but you owe me dinner."
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"Wade, why are we at an orphanage?" She tucks her dark green army jacket around her body, trying to keep out the chill in the air and Saint sits next to her calmly watching the people milling about the streets.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, with the other I gesture to the building, that honestly looks a bit more like a fucking prison than a place for kids. "This. This my lovely little devil is your anniversary present."
Glancing at her, she bites her knuckles and looks up at me, "You remembered." She whispers, "You thought I'd forget?" How dare she....Tugging off my mask and chucking it to the ground, I do my best not to yell.
Spinning her I lift her by her armpits, forcing her limbs to wrap around my torso, holding her in place with one arm, my other hands force her chin to look at me, but there's no fight in her.
Addie's desperate eyes make me pause, my poor little devil has been hurt, fuck I know that she's still hurting. I've only had this little devil in my grasp for a year and she's been tight lipped about her past, but I know there's someone else.
Man is a fool for letting Addie slip through his fingers, but the woman I found was much more than any man could handle. Hence why I don't argue too much when she disappears on her missions, all I ask is that she comes home.
But for me? There's only my little devil. With her dark blonde hair and dangerous green eyes.
"Listen here, I will never forget that night. Understood?" She nods in my grasp and her eyes soften but I can still see that darkness pool in her eyes. That bit of insanity that just makes her all the sexier. All the more alluring.
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A Little Song Bird
FanfictionThe Winter Widow leaves death in her wake. She's was created to be perfect in every way. Running from her past isn't easy, all of her lives she's lived never seem to stay in the past. Finally free from the devil she finds herself in the company of...