The Sacrificial Bride (Diavolo x Fem!OC)

Chapter 23 - EXTRA

Yep. He would definitely keep the photo for later use.

Or...

Diavolo's eyes moved to the direction of the door, and then back to the picture. He shifted in his seat. He shook his head, chuckling at his own foolishness. He was a grown man, a prince, a future king. But yet again, his eyes trailed down onto the photo, and to Lea. He shifted in his seat again. It was that dress. That dress was to blame.

A low sigh escaped his lips. Perhaps, he should get back to work. But again, how could he focus on his work, when he could still see her in that dress, standing in front of him, a coy smile playing on her lips... A low growl rose from the back of his throat. He had a very bad feeling that he wasn't going to be able to concentrate on anything, until he dealt with this... little problem.

He stood up from his desk and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. He walked briskly towards his chambers, a burning sensation rising from his stomach. The image of Lea was still lingering in his mind, and he was growing impatient.

Finally, Diavolo reached the door of his room. He locked the door behind him, his breathing growing heavier. He sat down on the bed, resting his head in his hands. His head was spinning, and his thoughts were racing. This wasn't right— He was acting like a hormone-driven teenager, but he couldn't help it. The sight of her had driven him crazy.

His heart was pounding in his ears, and he felt a familiar heat rising from his loins. His hand slowly slid down his body, his fingers finding the hardness pressing against his thigh. A low moan escaped his lips, his teeth gritted together. Diavolo closed his eyes, trying to block out his shame and embarrassment as he opened his pants. He could feel the heat rising from his lower body, and he was unable to stop himself— He wrapped his fingers around his hardened length, slowly moving his hand up and down. It felt good, but it wasn't enough, and he was already losing control.

"Ah, fuck...!" He moaned, throwing his head back. The sound of his own voice was echoing in the room, but he was unable to stop himself, his hand moving up and down his shaft. He was so close, so fucking close, and he couldn't wait. He could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, and his skin was hot and sticky with sweat. He was so close, and he was almost there.

Then, his phone rang.

Diavolo blinked his eyes open, his breathing coming out in sharp gasps. He glanced down at the offending device that sat next to him on the bed, and cursed out loud. But then, his heart skipped a beat when he saw the name on the screen: Lea.

He quickly grabbed the phone, a mixture of arousal and annoyance rising within him as his trembling finger tried to locate the green icon on the screen.

"H-hello?" He answered, his voice unsteady.

"Hi! Sorry for interrupting, I know you're working." Lea's cheerful voice was like music to his ears, but he was still agitated.

"I... y-yeah, I was. I am." He bit his lip. "What is it, Lea?"

"I'm at the House of Lamentation with Barbatos. Beel asked if I could stay for dinner, is that alright?"

"You... Oh, alright." Diavolo cleared his throat. "It's fine. I... I didn't know you had gone over there."

"Ah, yeah, I came to return Mammon's notebook. But don't worry, everything went fine. No trouble at all. And, Barbatos was with me the whole time, so..."

While he listened her speak, his hand moved down his body, his fingers wrapping around his cock again. His mind was in shambles, and his entire body was screaming for release.