He's The Devil

AVERY

"Hi," I said nervously as I stood up.

He was glaring at me. I felt it in my bones. His eyes held so much anger that it shook my heart violently.

I looked like a clown with panties and thongs strapped around me following the hours of being with them during the journey, but he didn't crack.

"How did you get past my men?" His voice was deadly. He is standing shirtless. Hands by his sides hanging loosely. He had a shirt hanging on his shoulder.

A black jogger covered the lower parts of his body but I could clearly see the outline of his groin and also some hair trailing beautifully from his navel down... My body heats up as I imagined kissing my way into his pants, following the trail of the hair. I swallowed hard.

I met his gaze. They were still deadly.

"They're incompetent. I didn't even try." I didn't believe those words came out of my mouth. Yet I shrugged.

The men behind him shuddered and looked terrified. Did I say something wrong? His eyes darken, a small frown appeared on his forehead. I got to him. His face relaxed again but his eyes, the same.

"What part of staying away, don't you understand?" He asked me to change the topic. My eyes strayed to his pants but I looked up at him again. He noticed. He narrowed his eyes.

"I can't… no matter what you do or how far you toss me, I find myself coming back to you. This is destiny. " I took a step closer and he glared at me, I remained there.

"You are playing with fire, young girl." He warned me.

"Finally you address me as a lady, thank you for that acknowledgement." I almost smiled.

Anyway, if eventually you are the fire… I'll gladly play… with you" I was not afraid. I am desperate and obsessed with him.

"You don't even know me…" something about the way his voice sounded didn't sit well with me.

"Who are you?" I asked. He hesitated. Suspense lingered in the air.

"The devil… I am the Devil." He replied to me and I almost slumped. His eyes were honest.

No! It can't be! He can't be the Devil. I took a step backwards. Devil was the most notorious Mafia Lord in the entire country. No one had ever seen him. At least that's what we've heard all these years. Rumors have it that he undergoes surgery every two years, hence the Law enforcement agencies failed to get a hold of him to bring him to book.

He is wanted in seven countries including China and France for drug dealing, production and distribution of deadly and sophisticated arms, human trafficking, prostitution as well as murder.

He runs his organization like a family, everyone under him is reliable and fierce just like him. No one has ever owed him and lived, nor did any lady who falls in his hands.

As my brain tried to process all the information I have heard over the years. One of his men came, dragging a half naked man who had just received the beating of a lifetime.

"Boss, we found him." The man said, throwing the battered man roughly to the ground. My legs become wobbly but I couldn't even support myself.

His eyes never left me. He didn't even turn to look at the man. He lifted his hand midair, the man closest to him placed a gun in it. I flinched. Without turning once, he shot the battered man several times. It happened so fast.

When I shifted my gaze to the dead man. My eyes caught the initial written on the man's chest with the bullet holes. D.

"Yes!" He blinked, "where were we?" He asked, taking a step closer. I took a step backwards. He didn't stop. He doesn't. He does all he wants to do to me when he wants to, without my permission. Like I am his pet. I don't stop moving backwards either. I hit my leg against a piece of the broken box and almost fell off. He caught me.

"You want me desperately," he whispered in my ear, his breath warm. Hand possessively around my waist. "Sex matters to you so much that you follow a stranger around just to get a taste of his dick. You are so desperate…" he leaned in and drank in the scent of my hair.

"You are so desperate that you got in a box full of underwear and flew from New York all the way to Bangkok to get sexed."

What!? I almost had a heart attack. I did what? I struggled to get away from him but I couldn't.

"Well then, Avery from the club, let's skip to the part where we finally make love." He suggested with a smirk on his face. I am horrified. What have I gotten myself into? He leaned in to kiss me and I struggled. He chuckled.

"Let me go!" I tried to fight him.

"Are you crying? Horny little teenager?" He scoffed. I hit his chest as he pinned me to the wall.

"No, I just moaned your name aloud." I said between my teeth and he chuckled. He was effortlessly pinning me to the wall, enjoying my little struggle. Our bodies collide. I want to enjoy it but I can't. He's the Devil!

"I can't let you go." His tone is serious and I stop struggling. "You have seen the Devil." I remember the rest. "No one sees the Devil and lives." I should have known from the beginning, that evil smile could only belong to a devil.

He placed his gun on my forehead. I have even forgotten that he was holding one.I can literally see my chest rising and falling rapidly.

"How do you want to die?" He asked in a warm whisper. "Like this?"the gun is still on my head. He trailed the gun and stopped on my right breast, "Like this?" "Or like this?" He asked with the gun on my cunt. I became stiff. "I like this one too."

"I wish you didn't cross your boundary, things would have been different." I felt his bulge a little above my navel. I'm impressed. Yea, I am that short.

"Unfortunately, this is where your journey ends. Say hi to Lucifer for me." With a devilish smile on his face, he pulled the trigger.

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