8 comments/ 13006 views/ 18 favorites The Devil Ch. 01 By: VioletSmith This is the first chapter in a sexually explosive story. I have bent many real world "rules". How government entities run are not accurately described in this story. So please do not take everything at face value. I would love comments, please tell me what you really think. Love, Violet! Dante and Sage's story begins now: They say that he was a monster. That he would end up being my downfall. Of course, those warning me of the man that I had come to love, were monsters themselves. Prostitutes, drug dealers, pimps, killers. But him. He was no monster. He was an angel, well my angel that is, and they called him DANTE. ----------------------------- The day started off cool, but quickly warmed up by the time I made it to the south side of town. I started my day with a jacket on top of a sweater that was hiding two undershirts. I was clearly not ready for the Atlanta winter. I relocated to the city in a forest from the sunny state of florida, and my body was rightfully so, pissed off at me And this new idea of four actual seasons, instead of it just being summer year round, was quite complex. I still couldn't get the season of fall in Atlanta, where the day would start quite chilly, but warm up like a bitch in heat. So there I was, drenching in my own sweat, because I was again unprepared for the heat. I ditched my jacket before noon, but unfortunately couldn't part ways with the sweater. But I did get lucky and was able to take both undershirts off by the time I was given an assignment that took me to the underbelly of Atlanta. This would be my first time actually working on this side of town, and I was more than a little anxious. Not because of the area itself, hell I come from the swamps of florida, but the people were the source of my anxiety. At the moment the Italians, and Russian both control the projects of Atlanta. They each dabble in drugs, prostitution, weapons, and booze. They were not physically there, that's what they had flunkies for, but their power was overwhelming. Well, that was what they taught us in my CPS classes. What? You though I was some large and in charge police officer? Or maybe one of those sexy detectives with a big ass chip on his shoulder? I am far from large. Quite a ways from large. I barley meet the 5 foot mark. That is why I was never picked for varsity sports, never had the blonde bimbo chick, and never won the respect of anyone who was anyone. And truthfully I never really cared for any of that. Especially the blonde bimbo chick. I'm gay, which would eliminate the need for said chick. But enough of that. I am currently employed by the Atlanta Child Protective Services, where I hold the title of "Doormat to those who are more important". The title really doesn't matter. My responsibilities are to physically move myself in environments that are flagged. Home environments can be flagged by anyone who suspects children are being put in danger. My visits are totally by surprise, which would not be a good thing in the particular area I find myself. But at last here I am. Apartment number 781. Here goes nothing. "Ms. Delconti, Child Protective Services. Please answer your door." A large whooshing sound comes from inside. Like rats dispersing in the subway. Or crackheads finding hiding spots in a two bedroom apartment. Several locks are unlocked, and the door cracks open. On the other side of the door, a frail women works hard at not meeting my eye. "Ms. Delconti?" She looks behind her and quickly moves herself in front of the door, shielding who and what is inside her apartment. Her voice, a heavy gravel, speaks up, "Yes...yes...that be me..." Still no eye contact. I maneuver myself in a awkward dance to catch her eye, but she remains face down. "Ms. Delconti, my name is Sage Thomas. I am with CPS. There was a call from a concerned neighbor. They have filed pretty important claims, that I have to investigate." Quickly as I say this, her head snaps up, and an anger I've seen on plenty of faces seeps through. And with that I notice her eye color a water blue, that would be impressive, if her face wasn't aged by whatever drug she has found herself hooked on. "I bet it was that bitch cross the street. She can't seem to mind her own damn business." She tugs the knotted bow of her house robe tight. "I caught that bitch makin' moves on my man, so I cuss the bitch out. I tell her, "don't let me catch yo black ass across the street again, or I'll whoop the black off of it." She continues to speak of her ungodly neighbor who dared to touch her man, and I couldn't help but be taken aback by the racial points in her rant. Ms. Delconti is a fair skinned woman, with blue eyes, and blonde hair. But if you take a closer look, there seems to be a little something else mixed into her. But does that still make it right? By the time I stop pondering these questions, a couple of minutes have passed by. I need to get out of letting my thoughts deter me. I take a stance with my hand on my slender hips, and interrupt her. "Ms. Delconti, I am forbidden to release our sources, the importance of CPS visit's are not to divulge who gives us tips, but to find out all we can about the environment the children are in. Now, I must ask you to let me in, to talk to your children, and investigate your home." She starts to fidget again with the dirty belt of her robe, and starts stuttering, and cursing, and the sweat beads become visible. "I can't do that...Thomas...was it?" I roll my eyes, why didn't I bring police force this time? "Ms. Delconti, I will only ask one more time, please allow me into your home." The trembling begins, and I'm not quite sure if she's nervous, or going through a withdraw. I start to take the cell phone out of my pocket, but before I could flip it open, the door opens from the inside. A small girl, of about six or seven, with dark brown hair, and eyes the same color as her mother glares into me. She raises her eyebrows to question me, and then turns her scary glare to her mother. "It's okay Mama, let him in." And astonishingly Ms. Delconti, agrees. "Sure, sure, okay,......Thomas, come in." She follows the small child in, not once looking back to see if I followed. I was taken aback by this oddly little scene that just happened. I've never been in a situation where a mother took orders from a child. But before I could step into the apartment, I was grabbed from behind by my arm, and pushed against a wall. The force paralyzed me and I closed my eyes waiting for the onslaught I was sure to get. Fuck, why did I not ask for an escort! Before I could get the chance to piss on myself, a hard edged voice whispered in my ear. "Who the fuck are you? And where the hell did you come from?" Fresh peppermint breath. Odd what we think of, when facing death. I squeeze my eyes shut, and pray to whoever was out there. "Fucking answer me!" Fuck it, if I was going to die, I would die fighting. Which would be comical, seeing how I have never fought in my life, but not so comical because I was for sure going to die. I snap my eyes open, and the paralysis I thought overtook me moments beforehand, was nothing compared to what I felt now. He was beautiful. Tall, broad shouldered, hawk nose, and the greenest eyes I'm sure I have ever seen. If I wasn't immobilized by his strong hands, I could have reached out to his body, and felt the bulging muscle hidden by his clothes. Damn his clothes, the dark italian suite, crisp white shirt, and shiny loafers. I would have never thought I would think these things before I died. I always thought I would ponder my life, and regrets. Not how sexy the last person I would encounter would be. It's quite laughable now. For many ways. One being the most important. I prayed for someone to save me. And I'm sure most people received angels. But I got the devil. The Devil Ch. 02 Hi guys! This time, I took some time to put in a little more detail. I'm working on making the length more longer, but with the scenes set in my head, I just can't stretch what's in my mind. I don't want to give you watered down erotica :) Violet --------------------------- He was pissed. And I was going to die. His hands seemed to grow closer and closer around my neck, and my lungs began to burn with the lack of oxygen. And my heart. My poor heart was about to fail. What was going to happen to my body? I have no family, not so many friends, and I was a donor organ. But what was going to happen to my body? Would they burn me? Bury me in a plain wooden box? Would people attend my funeral? Shit, I have no funeral plans. "What the fuck are you think'n bout?" He moved his head now right in front of mine, so close we were touching each others nose. "I-I-You, y-y-y ,you..." "Speak Goddamnit!" I quickly scratched at his hands around my neck, "I can't fucking talk with your beefy-ass hands around my neck!" His eyes hardened, and I was preparing for my death. Why the fuck did I insult him? I could have died with less pain, but now he was sure going to torture me. But he eased up. I slumped to the concrete and took several quick breaths. He bent down, and with one hand pushed my head up on the brick wall behind me. The other hand found my wallet, and he flipped it open. He started speaking in another language, which I assumed was Italian, and quickly got up from his squat position. He moved to the door that housed Ms. Delconti and her children, but not before warning me to stay my ass right where it was. I started formulating ways to escape, but quickly remembered he still had my wallet in his hands, which had my license which had my address printed on it. Which meant I couldn't run home. Inside the home I heard several noises, curse words, Italian strung sentences, and then silence. The flimsy door flopped open again, and my capture pulled me to a standing position by my arm. Damnit, he was so beautiful. I'm sure men and women creamed themselves whenever he graced them with his presence. I quickly wanted to run my hands through his blond tresses, but figured I would get punched right out. And he started to laugh. How dare he? Really? How dare that laugh reach my penis, and heart all at the same time? It was deep, and warm, and not so deadly. Which was the problem. "Sage, you face death with so much clarity it's astounding." His voice without menace is so intoxicating, "Well not everyone is afraid to die, whoever the hell you are." He dropped his gripping hand from my upper arm, and took a couple of steps back. I could have run then, but now I knew the bastard knew my name. Damn License! "I'm sorry about what just happened, I try not to let myself get that way. But you can understand, right? When you see a strange man at the doorstep of family, you would automatically react, yes?" I rolled my eyes, "Don't bullshit me, I am so close to calling the police on your ass!" He laughed. Again. In my face. "If I wasn't worried you were about to take the kids, I would fuck that anger out of you." What? What the fuck did he just say? Did he really just say that? Did he? And did my dick just get hard? "Here's what's going to happen Mr. Sage Thomas of 457 Wellborne Drive, Atlanta, Georgia. You are going to go in this here apartment, do whatever the fuck you have to, write up whatever the fuck report you have to write, and then leave. Do you understand? Clearly, I understood him clearly. But I wanted to argue some more. It made me so hot. "What's your name?" A beautiful grin sparked up on his face. And he looked down towards the ground. "My name is of no importance." "There you are again with your bullshit. Give me your name." "Charlie." "You don't look like a Charlie." "You don't look like a Sage." "My mother was a hippie, she didn't care if I was a girl or boy, she was naming me Sage." Again, he laughs. "Your mother was clearly smoking a joint when she came up with that conclusion." "Fuck you, whoever the fuck you are." He rolled his beautiful green eyes, "Again, my name is of no importance." And here was where I made my move. Job and life be damned. "It is, if you're going to fuck me." His head snapped up, and his blazing glare met my own. He moved quickly towards me, and my back met the brick wall again, while he pressed his hard body against mine. This time I wasn't scared, I was aroused. His arms reached above me with his hands flat against the wall. "You beggin' for a fuckin'?" That almost made me cum. I had to look up to look into his eyes. "Do I have to beg?" He pulled his head down to whisper in my ear, "You should be scared of me Sage." I laughed, "I should be. But somehow, I can't find it in me right now. It seems my desire to get laid has outweighed my fear of you." His lips found their way to my neck, and he suckled on sensitive skin. I trembled, which seems to have given him pleasure. "Sugar, I am going to have so much fun with you. You want that right? You want me to fuck that ass, make you tremble all over." A whimper escaped, "Please." He pulled up from the wall, and took a step back away from my needy body. He adjusted his dick, and took a deep breath. He gave me back my wallet. "Get in the there, and finish whatever you started. I'm parked right across the street." He pointed to a black mustang. Very nice. He should fuck me in there. "Sage, baby you got to stop daydreaming like that." And somehow that made me feel better. Yes, this man just a few moments ago filled me with fear, and now I was hoping he would fill me with his dick, but he just said something that showed he could see something in me. I could get lost in my thoughts, and waste a day away, and he could see that about me. I was so screwed. I nodded, letting him know I heard him. "When your done, I'll be in my car. I'm letting you have the choice to follow me or not. You don't have to you. Do you understand? I nodded again. "No, you need to speak." I found my voice, "Yes, I understand. But please, can I know your name? He walked backwards towards his car, "Dante. Dante Delconti." Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. The notes in Ms. Delconti's folder warned of her brother. He was rumored to be part of the mob. He was the muscle. His street name was the Diavolo. Devil. I just agreed to fuck the devil. The Devil Ch. 03 Hey guys! I am so loving the feedback! I appreciate what everyone has to say. I wasn't expecting to get chapter three out so quickly after chapter two, but Sage and Dante had other plans :) Let me know what you think! Violet ---------------------------- Ms. Delconti's apartment was surprisingly clean, and well taken care of. Her children were well mannered, and didn't seemed neglected or hungry. Nicholas the little boy was what you would expect from a four year old. His cherub face was clean, and I could picture him getting into a lot of mischief. The little girl was another story. Alexandria who I found out was seven, seemed to be the mother of the home. When I would ask Ms. Delconti a question pertaining to her children it would be Alexandria who would answer. Like before I found the child peculiar and very astute. She reminded me of her uncle. She was to the point, and she had no time for silly questions. She was seven! After about a half hour of questions, and my gut telling me nothing dangerous was going on in the home, I relieved Ms. Delconti of her worry letting her know of my findings. But with her noted drug use I warned her of more pop up surprise visits. She understood, and we left it as that. After saying my goodbyes to the children. A hug from a cuddly Nicholas, and a hard stare from Alexandria, and I was walking back to my car. With a similar stare like Alexandria's coming from the black Mustang from across the street. But this stare didn't make me feel like a heel, or an intruder like the little girl made me feel. It made me hot, wanton, and a complete slut. I never knew how big of a slut I was. Was I going to do this? Did I have it in me? Yes, I was going to do this. And hopefully he was going to do me good. ------------------------------- The drive to Dante's home wasn't that far from his sisters. But unlike his sister Dante lived in a brick townhouse that was in the heart of the city. He pulled into an automatic garage, got out and pointed me to fill the spot next to his. Was that a good decision? If I were to run out of his house I wouldn't be able to get my car from his garage. Fuck it, if I was going to do this, I might as well do it all the way. I pulled into his garage, and slowly got out of my car. He opened my door, and pulled me into his embrace. I was done. Completely done. I've never craved a hard body close to mine until now. I was fucking done. "I need you to call someone." What? A grin spread across his face, "You need to call someone Sage, and let them know where you are." You have got to be kidding me. I moved from his strong arms. "Do you, or do you not want to fuck me?" He rolled his eyes, "Stop being a little girl Sage. I want you to call someone to let them know you are with me, so you feel comfortable. I aint stupid in believing your all the way comfortable with me. So if I know you called somebody, I can fuck you with ease. All night long." Okay, he was right. My voice came out as a whisper, "I don't have any friends." "Aww baby, come here." And he wrapped me in his arms again. "I'm not a baby Delconti." A laugh rumbled in his chest, "Your gonna be my baby, and don't argue with me." I was? I think I liked that. "Okay, so you don't have any friends, we'll have to get you some. But until then, I need to know you aint scared. Cause that would be no fun when fucking." When did the sensitive Dante come out? "I'm not scared. But I won't lie to you, I don't completely trust you, but you should know why though, right?" "Cause of who I am." I wouldn't lie to him, "Yes." He didn't turn angry, or even yell. "I was wondering if you knew of me. I hope one day I can explain myself to you." That caught me by surprise, "You expecting me to be here for some time." He looked down at me, "Hell yes. I know I just meet you, and will have to grovel on my knees for that display earlier, but I feel something with you, I aint never felt with anyone. You get my skin on fire, and I aint sure I want it cooled off." Why did he have to say that? Now I know I can't hide behind a one night stand. "You gonna take me inside and start groveling? He pulled his arms from around me, and reached for my hand, "Baby I will grovel all night long if that gets me in that bubble butt of yours." I punched him in his chest, well not hard, but good enough to make a point. "Bubble butt, excuse me, I work out everyday." He pretended to be hurt when I hit him, "I love a bubble butt baby, and yours I'm gonna love." I started to smile, and what he said next completely broke me. "There's a smile I wouldn't mind waking up too. You are beautiful Sage, bubble butt and all." I couldn't help the blush I felt working it's way across my cheeks and neck, "Thank you." "You know what I need though baby?" With feigned exasperation, "What now?" He pulled me close, "A kiss. Can I kiss you beautiful?" Before a "hell yes" could escape my mouth he pushed his mouth on mine, and I saw stars. Stars. The Moon. Hell, even Venus. His tongue gently pushed into my mouth, and I began to suckle on it like a dick. I sucked on it, mixing our taste. His hands moved to my hips, holding them in place, while my arms circled his neck. It was a raunchy kiss, a kiss that should make the history books, a kiss that was on the brink of making me cum. "You're so hard, you need to cum baby?" Damn, could he read my mind? "Please, please Dante, please." He reached for my zipper, and pulled it down. He found my hard dick, and started to make up and down movements on it. "Dante, don't tease me, please." "You beg so beautifully baby." "Make me cum!" His lips found there way on my neck, "Okay baby, I'll make you cum. I'll make you cum so hard, it'll make you weak. You want that." His thumb pressed against my slit. "Yes, please, please." And with a quick turn of his hand, I exploded. "DANTE!" "That's it baby, that's it....yes, you're coming so hard." I've never orgasmed like this before. I felt it everywhere. My legs were sure to give out. "Dante, hold me, please." The orgasm was still moving through my body, making me tremble with need. "I got you baby, let go, and feel." After a minute or two, I found myself void of any feeling but the need of getting Dante's dick in my ass. You would think I just didn't cum a minute ago. Before I could talk, Dante spoke up. "I know baby, I'll give it to you, your hole must be twitching for me." I couldn't form a full sentence, "Yes, yes, need you, yes." He bent down, and picked me up, and cradled me against his chest, "Don't worry. I'm going to put you on my bed, get the lube, and slick us both up, and fill you." I closed my eyes, and just let the sensations run their course. "That's what you need baby? You need to be filled?" I didn't answer, I knew he would understand. -------------------- I woke up surrounded by heat. It was completely dark, and I was covered by some sort of silk sheet. "Is sleeping beauty awake?" I turned from the spooning position I was in, and found my way face to face with Dante. "Im sorry, I must have been exhausted." "It's all right baby, you need your rest." I ran my finger down his chest, where a tattoo of devil horns was illustrated over his heart, "Yes I did need my rest, but now I need you." He moved on his back, and pulled me to straddle on top of him. "You need me?" I started to hump on him, "Yes, I need you. Please Dante!" He scooted so his back hit the headboard, so that our chest meet. He reached under the covers and brought back up a bottle of lube and several condoms. He patted me on my hip, "Sit up for a moment baby, let me wrap up." While he pulled the condom down on his rather large dick, I popped open the lube bottle, and got myself wet. "Baby, I wanted to do that. I wanted to taste your bud, stretch you." I moaned from his words, and my fingers in my ass. "It's okay, next time, right now I just need you in me." He pulled me back on his lap, and lined his dick towards my hole. "Okay, I'll let it up this time, but next time that's my job." The tip was slowly breaching me, and the burn was magical. When I was totally seated on him, I started to move my hips. And he was melted. "Shit, you're so warm inside. Damn." I put my hands on either sides of his shoulder to bounce back up and down on his dick. "Your dick is so hard." "You make it hard baby, you and your warmth inside." He took control from there, slamming me up and down, while I threw my head back, feeling everything. My prostate was tingling, and his fat cock head kept nudging it. "Right there Dante, keep hitting it." "I know baby, I won't leave your sweet spot." "I'm going to cum." "Don't cum yet baby, let me cum with you." He couldn't be for real? I don't think I could last that long, so I squeezed my ass around his dick, and he let out a loud groan. "Okay, do that again, and I'll cum with you." So I did it again, and again, till he exploded. Yelling, and grabbing my hips hard. And with the look of his beautiful face in ecstasy, and his dick releasing in me, I was washed over by an intense orgasm. "Oh God, I'm cumming........" "Cum on my cock baby, that's it, let it go." I buried my head in the nook of his neck and shoulder, and trembled like a hot mess. "Dante, p-p-please, hold me ti-t-tght, I'm cumming so hard, please, please...." And he put his arms around my back, and crushed me on him. I trembled in his arms for a long time, and when I started to calm down, he pulled us under the covers. "Rest now baby, I've got you. Close those beautiful eyes." And I did, with my head on the devil's heart. The Devil Ch. 04 Hey Guys! Again, like Chapter 3 I wasn't prepared to put out Chapter 4 so fast. I let my characters get in my head, and they end up being impatient in me telling their stories. Dante and Sage together are a powerhouse in my head, so I couldn't stop writing. I have been enjoying the feedback and comments, and I appreciate everyone who has "favorited" not only my stories but myself as an author. As long as you guys keep reading, I will keep writing. Love, Violet ---------------------- The noise was getting on my nerves. like all of the nerves I could possibly have. I tried burying my head deeper under the covers to mute whatever was producing that irritating noise. After a couple of useful minutes, I poked my head from under the silk pillow. "What the fuck is that noise?" The sheet moved away from my body, and I was spooned against a hard and warm body. "I'm sorry sugar, I like watching a little television at night." I looked at the clock on his bedside table, and read it to be almost close to midnight. I was exhausted due to Dante taking me several times since being in his home. He took me in the kitchen after feeding me. He makes awesome pasta. Next he fucked me in his office. There were some important phone calls he needed to make. Then, he fucked me on his upstairs patio after we watched the sun go down. That was the most romantic thing I've ever done. The last thing I could remember, was the intense orgasm I had in the shower, and him cuddling me in bed. I maneuvered myself so my cheek rested on his shoulder, and my leg was cradled in in between his. I finally looked towards the T.V. and to my surprise mister "big and scary" was watching cartoons. I swear, cartoons. "I wouldn't have pegged you as a cartoon man." "Well, when the kids come over and they pile on the bed, I have no choice what we watch, and now I can't get out of the habit of watching some toons before I snooze." "I tend to watch the news, it bores me to sleep." "Well, the world's a fucked up place, so I don't need the news to tell me. With the toons, I can go to bed with a smile on my face. But I guess with you here now I don't need them." I don't know how much more my heart string could take. "If I didn't know you were such a scary man, I would run and tell everybody." His body tensed and became rigid, "You think I'm scary?" I looked up and automatically felt like a foul person. His eyes held disappointment, and shame. Something I didn't want them to show. "I'm sorry. Damn, I shouldn't have said that." "It's all right. I get it all the time." Before I could negate what I said, and tell him that wasn't who he was, he got out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom, "Sage, I can't tell you I've never done a bad thing in my life, and that I've never broken the law. I got in this life to take care of my family, and you and whomever might not think it's a good excuse, but it's all I got. My sister, and her children are all I have. I was hoping I could have you too." And with that he closed the door, with not only a physical door between us, but a figurative road block as well. Was I completely wrong? I mean, he did admit to what little I knew. Just this afternoon he had me fearing for my life. But somehow, I didn't feel fear anymore. I couldn't picture him as a monster. But was that my naivety, or his true self coming out of the closet. Was I worried that he might have killed a lot of people, or might have sold drugs to kids, or might have moved guns around the city? No, I was more worried that he wouldn't be able to feel anything for me, and put me in the trash without a second glance. But this was something I felt with anyone in my life. If I took this crazy thing between us too serious, and something horrible happened, what would I do if this crazy thing was taken away from me? And truth be told, Dante has never been charged with anything. He's just been linked to organized crime. He's not been pinpointed as the mob leader. Just the muscle. A protector. Was it fair to judge him, before we really got to know one another. I did just let him fuck me, several times. There wasn't anything I could do until he got out of the bathroom. So I waited. And waited. Someone was in a bad mood, well I figured, when I heard cabinet doors being slammed shut, and Italian spoken harshly. Not only does he watch cartoons, he throws temper tantrums. I would laugh, if I wasn't delighted in figuring out he was throwing his tantrum in the bathroom and not in the bedroom in consideration of me. "Get out of there! NOW", I yelled. And low and behold, the devil walks out. And boy is he mad. His hands are on his hips, and his nostrils are flared, and his eyes are half way closed. I got out of the bed, and moved towards battle with the raging bull. "Yes, I'm scared. But I'm not scared of you! You big dummy!" "Don't call me a dummy.' "Well you are one!" "I'm serious Sage!" "What are you going to do, throw a tantrum? Get real Dante!" He started walking back and fourth, that I was sure was going to make a hole in the carpet. "At the beginning of this, you said I was going to be your baby. How can I be your baby, if you hide yourself in a bathroom, closing me out?" And he stopped. His hands moved from his hips to his side, and a blush went to his cheeks, "You are my baby!" I went closer towards him, so that I was right up on him. I placed his hands on my hips. "If I'm going to be your baby, then you need to get through you thick skull that there will be two people in this relationship." He started to sputter, "Really, a relationship?" I laughed, without his tough guy facade, my man was quite a little kid. Yes, I did say "my man". "Yes, a relationship. So if I say something that you can't dig with, then we need to talk about it, like adults." He laughed, "Point taken. And if there's something that scares you, you'll let me know? I pecked pecked him on his lips, "I promise." My head was laid on his chest and he held me tight, "I've never been more disappointed in myself until now." "What do you mean?" "My sister doesn't care what I do as long as I put money in her hand. The kids think I can move the world, and I let them believe that. But with you, I want to be a better man. I want to do all the right things. "Dante, maybe one day we can sit down and you can tell me everything you do. I don't think your ready, and right now I don't care." "One day I will, maybe when I get out. My head shot up, "Get out?" "Yes, I'm pretty sure I'm done. I've got enough money, and I'm quite bored, figured I could leave the life, and find a new job. A respectable job." I was confused, "You can just get out?" He laughed, "Baby, it aint always what you see in the movies." "So you can just leave?" "Yeah, my hands aint dirty with blood, drugs, guns, or whores. I just protect those whose hands are. When I want out, I can get out." "Are you getting out because of me?" He kissed me sweetly, "I've been thinking about it for a while, but just meeting you has sealed my choice." I didn't know I was crying, until he wiped my eyes, "Don't cry baby. It will go good. I promise." I hugged him tight, "I don't want anything to happen to you. Do I want you to get out? Yes, but I want you to be safe." "I will, so stop crying. I don't know how much tears I can take from my baby." I laughed. I was never really into endearments until Dante. I kissed his chin, and looked into his beautiful eyes. He waggled his eyebrows, "We need to get back in bed, you work tomorrow? I let him lead me back to bed, "No, why? You plan on fucking me all night long>" He pulled the covers, got in, and pulled me on top of him. "No, you need your rest. Tomorrow I have a function I need to attend, I need you there with me." I yawned, "You need me there?" He rubbed my lower back, and I melted on top of him, "Yes, I need you there. I want to show you off, and let everyone know I'm taken." If I wasn't already melted, his words would have for sure puddled me. "Okay", I muffled into his chest. Kissing the devil horns on his heart. "Give me a kiss, Sugar." I leaned up, and suckled on his lower lip. He moaned, and pulled my head back down on his chest. "So, we have a deal? Tomorrow, me and you?" Sleep was quickly taking me. "Sugar, do we have a deal." "Yes, now let me sleep." He kissed me on my forehead, and settled in. And my last thought? I just made a deal with the devil. But he was my devil.