A Devil
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"Have you ever heard of Lucifer?" I asked her, locking eyes with her, trying to read her expression. A wide, mischievous smirk tugged at my lips as she blinked twice-then burst into laughter. My smirk deepened. I knew this was going to be fun. "So now-(laughing)-you a- (laughing again)..." She could barely get the words out. I scoffed, watching her laugh, completely amused. "Sorry, sorry," she finally said, wiping a tear. "So... you're asking me if I've heard of Lucifer?" She stared at me with a crooked smile as I nodded. "Right. And now you're gonna tell me Lucifer is your master? Bro, if you actually say that, I swear I'll be your slave for the rest of your life." She exaggerated, taking a sip of her hot chocolate before setting the mug down. I let a mock smile settle on my face as I leaned in, placing one elbow on the table, fingers interlaced, chin resting on my hands. Raising a brow, I leaned in closer to her ear and whispered: "Well then, you better be prepared for your dear life." Gently, I lifted her chin with my index finger, forcing her to look into my eyes. "Because I am not the type who will have mercy on you." Her eyes widened. I could see the fear beginning to rise-and that only made me more excited about what her future held. (This story is totally based on the authors imagination, and I do not own any pictures that's included in this story unless said so.)
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"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.

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