𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕 ━ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔩𝔢

chapter thirty five
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Devon didn't really know why he was at (Y/N)'s school, nor what he was doing in the first place. Maybe it was the odd look in her eyes as she left that morning after Dante's little visit that made him make this spur of the moment decision, but he couldn't be sure. Now, as he sat in his car across the street, watching her through one of the library's window whilst she ate, he found himself with nothing but adoration for her.

It was slightly intimidating how easily he latched onto (Y/N), and therefore how easily he had all but forgotten Katherine.

It's fine.

(Y/N)'s my family now.

My entire family.

In hindsight, Devon saw her as the only worthy person in a world full of filth, a hidden angel in the darkness, a gem within the rocks—(Y/N) was his purpose. A normal person would consider what he did for her crazy, insane even, but to him, it was all because they could not see her the way he did. What one would call stalking he called protecting, what one would call morally wrong he called love, and so on and so forth.

So, he had to keep her safe—with him.

It's what he was made for.

Therefore, the moment he noticed Dante approach (Y/N), the very one he had sworn to protect as his own, the pure, unadulterated wrath that washed through his veins was burning hot—almost akin to molten lava, he was that enraged. After all, that was the second time in one day he had seen Dante approach (Y/N).

This is what he would call a problem.

An obstacle.

Something that needed to be eliminated.

Or, someone, in this instance.

Of course, Devon knew quite clearly that these impulsive, violent thoughts would only land him in a vile place far from where he could protect (Y/N). However, that didn't mean he wouldn't stop at anything to ensure that his ideals of protection were implemented over (Y/N), so naturally he would do whatever it took to ensure such an outcome. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, and he knew he would cross whatever lines he had to. Drumming his fingers against the wheel, his eyes narrowed, trying to ignore the irritation and envy that bubbled up to dangerously extreme levels.

He knew he had to be rationale in his approach to what he was about to do, and he realized that to do so would be to cover anything and everything which would lead him to his downfall.

In that aspect, caution was key.

And if there was anything Devon excelled at, it was taking a cautious affront to ensure that whatever he did was enforced with complete and utter accuracy. He would not settle for anything less than perfection, ergo he would not allow himself to be caught because of one misstep that could so easily have been avoided. In his mind, he could already think out his plan down to the most minute of details, and just doing so made his lips want to twitch upward into a cruel smirk.

Shaking his head clear of such thoughts for now, knowing he could easily dispose of this problem later, he instead refocused his sight back onto (Y/N), the very reason he was there at all.

Like always, she looked so radiant.

From her side profile alone, she seemed to be an Angel descended from Heaven from the way the light flickered across her (S/C) complexion.

Unable to help himself, his desire for her roaring up the same as it always did, he unzipped his pants to release his already erect cock, slowly stroking it as he both looked at (Y/N), and then recalled images from their intimate time together that morning. Pleasuring himself with his hand, he so desperately wished it was her hand instead which could satisfy him in all the right ways. However, he worked with what he had, even if all he wanted at that moment was to be inside of her once again, that warmth of hers squeezing him so perfectly right.

It was at that memory did his breathing hitch and his dick throbbed.

Panting by that point as he sped up his actions, his entire body tensed whilst he let out a low grunt of euphoria upon his orgasm. As his body trembled coming down from such a pleasurable high, he rested his head back, closing his eyes in contentment. Already he was looking forward to that evening where he would be able to take (Y/N) to bed just as he did every night, and, oh, how he would make sure to work her.

After gaining a grip, he then used a napkin to clean up his mess before tucking himself back into his pants as if nothing had happened.

The things you do to me, (Y/N)...

Then again, I'm hardly against such effects.

Smirking at his own depraved and insatiable thoughts, Devon returned his focus back to cleaning himself up, then squirting a drop of hand-sanitizer in his hands to cleanse himself of his activity. It was at this moment did his phone beep, and as he glanced at the message, he could see that his time with (Y/N)—even if she herself wasn't actively aware of it—was over due to the rather high, irritating demands of his job.

Well...

It's all worth it in the end.

If it means giving (Y/N) everything she wants, I'll gladly suffer this through.

In return, I get her.

All of her.

And what's sweeter than that?

Chuckling to himself at the thought, Devon spared one last glance back at (Y/N) sitting calmly within the library before he shifted gears to pull out of the school parking lot. Keeping his gaze on the road as he turned onto the highway, his tongue roving over his top teeth, he once again found himself already anticipating seeing (Y/N) again that evening. Even if she wasn't in the mood, he didn't care.

Just existing with her felt so right.

And at that thought, he realized he had to make a very important call.

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To be continued...