Devil's Bitch [H.S]

Devil's Bitch [H.S]

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It wouldn't make much of a difference if he was actually sitting there with two gnarled horns twisting from his skull or if he had the tail to go with it, the pointed arrowhead tip flicking deviously as he schemed and spread his legs. Smoothing his hands down his suited thighs, he'd tell me just what he wanted, and I'd drop to my knees just for him, only for him. He still possessed an awful persona that gave off the illusion that he really was the devil in disguise, his twisted personality making up his twisted way of life. He had the slender fingers with the metal rings wrapped regally around each one, he had the manipulation card tucked away in the breast pocket of every expensive suit jacket he dawned, and he had the dirtiest tongue I'd ever heard words roll off of. But this story isn't about him. It's about me. Who knew that all along, underneath all that ballsy bravado and superior god complex was a beating heart? A beating heart that had a chain wrapped around it and a manicured hand grasping that chain, giving it a teasing tug once in a while. Because, at the end of the day, a way to a man's heart is through his woman... and me? I'm the Devil's bitch baby.
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I glanced over at Harry. He was looking back at me and I could see his mouth moving in that slow, sexy way of his, but I couldn't focus on what he was saying. I was too busy enjoying how pink and puffy his lips looked, imagining how soft they would feel and how red I could make them if I just leaned in and kissed him. I scooted closer to him and caught the scent of his shampoo. He smelled so clean and I wanted to bury my head in his curls and breathe him in. His eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at me. He was so fucking beautiful that it was almost painful to look at him, like staring at the sun. Harry raised an eyebrow at me and licked his lips, and before I knew what I was doing I was leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I need you." *** Zayn finds himself drawn to one of his band mates after a game of Truth or Dare gets out of hand. The events of this drunken night lead Zayn and Harry to question everything that they thought they knew about themselves. Can love prevail when their attempts to navigate a relationship while living in the spotlight are thwarted by girlfriends, management, fans, and even the other members of One Direction? WARNING: Explicit sexuality. **1st place winner in the boyxboy category of the 2014 1D Watty Awards**

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