-Monte Carlo-

The car set off, towards the Hotel de Paris Monte-Carlo, the nicest and priciest resort on the island.

The lights and sights of the beautiful island flew by, and yet my attention was pinned on the unconscious girl that lay on my lap.

Her dark lashes hooded her lid, her red wine-colored lips parted slightly, exhaling soft snores, and her dark midnight hair draped over her forehead, she lay cocooned in my jacket and deep asleep.

The car came to a stop outside the hotel, and I slipped my hands once more around the little girl and walked into the stunning lobby of the hotel.

Two of my men followed behind, which caught the attention of every staff and guest in the perimeter.

It was fairly simple why we caught their attention. Vasily's right-hand man, second in command carrying an unconscious teen, while being protected by armed bodyguards, it was quite the scene.

"Monsieur V. Always a pleasure." The blonde woman at the front desk greeted me.

She spoke with a strong French accent. "You will be staying in the diamond presidential suite, it has four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a full kitchen that's been freshly stocked upon your arrival, an ocean-view deluxe balcony, and a hot tub. Please enjoy your stay." She gave a warm smile and handed the key cards over; my men took them and accompanied us to the elevator and into our suite.

I was sharing a room with Marinette, I didn't trust that Ivan guy for one. She was MY responsibility; Vasily will kill me if something were to happen to her and she was too much of a fucking handful to leave unattended. It's like she's a fucking 3-year-old.

I peeled back the lush white covers and laid her on the soft bed, I was just about to turn when she handcuffed my wrist. She yawned cutesy but never opened her eyes.

"Papillon." (Butterfly – French)

French? Why'd she say that in French…?

Does she like butterflies?

I leaned down and slowly pecked her porcelain forehead,

"Good night my little butterfly."

A small smile appeared on her lips as she turned to her side…

Marinette's P.O.V

I woke up in white fluffy sheets, in a bright fancy looking room, without a clue how I ended up there.

I threw the blankets aside and groaned as I felt Satan's thousand-dollar suit jacket wrapped around me.

Ew.

I peeked out of the room making sure the coast was clear before tip-toeing down the hall.

But of course…

His icy eyes were looking at me from the kitchen.

Fuck me…

I bit down on my lip awkwardly as he stood at the center, leaning against the island with a cup In his hand.

His face was stone. And unreadable. I felt myself hesitant, I mean… he was a big scary guy.

"Aha, Mary." That prick spoke up breaking the silence.

"It's Marinette." I shot back with a glare.

"That's what I said." He glared back. Fucking idiot.

"Why are you still here?" He asked turning to Satan.

"I'm not leaving her alone." He shot back.

"But your orders are to deliver her here and nothing else."

"I don't trust you," Satan replied with a stern look.

"I don't give a fuck, the boss said I have to keep an eye on her, don't you have work to do anyway?" Ivan replied with a grin.

Satan growled at him.

"…fine." He said hesitantly.

He grabbed a coat from the bar stool and looked at his phone. "I'll be back around 8, don't leave this room."

It's 1 pm! What am I supposed to do till then?

I stared at him, hinting at him with the 'don't you dare leave me with this imbecile' look.

He was hesitant at first but ended up running away like a coward.

Fuck.

" I'm taking you out for lunch, you have an hour to get ready, your outfit has already been decided. " Ivan said while waltzing over to me.

"But he said not to leave the room."

"I do not take orders from him, and you take orders from me. I say you ate coming to lunch with me so unless you rather stay up here where it's more... Private. I suggest you go get ready, da?"

From one asshole to the next.

"Da." I simply said before heading back to the room.

I took a shower, lathering myself in expensive soaps and shampoos.

I wanted to smell like lavender and sea breeze, but what I failed to understand, was how does one capture the scent of breeze? Do you, like, take a jar and run down to the shore and start trying to capture the breeze?

My hand trailed down my bosom and my thoughts drifted to Satan. I don't know what had come over me when we were together, but he was forever stained in my mind.

I first did my hair and then makeup, All the makeup given to me was dark shades, so I had no choice but to use those evil queen-looking colors.

After I was done, I left the bathroom and returned to the bedroom where I saw a black bag laying on the bed, I guessed it was my outfit and I was sorry I was right.

It was a mini dress, with a spaghetti strap that could burst from the touch of a butter knife, it had a burning red color and barely passed my knee...

I slipped into my underwear and the dress before turning to the mirror and gazing at my reflection in the mirror. I seem to look older and older every time I see my reflection.

I wasn't given a bra, so my breasts were practically spilling out, but I guess that was his goal all along... fucking perverts.

''Mary? Are you done?'' Come to think of it, he didn't have a strong Russian accent like the other big mac I met, it was more... Off-white American with a touch of Russian since he did say 'da' earlier...

Before I could respond to his calling he marched into the room.

''Ah, I thought you jumped out the window or some shit.''

Why didn't I think of that?!

''Aren't you a pretty one...'' his finger reeled my hair in, twirling a few strands.

He was also dressed up, in black, with a red outline on his jacket, his black hair was slicked back and his eyes screamed pervert!

I was caught off guard when he pinned my hands over my head and used his other hand to push against my lower back pinning me against the wall.

''What are you doing?'' I got back, doesn't he know that he can't touch me?!

''Stay still or I'll rip your dress off and fuck you till you can't walk.''

As much as I was pretty horny from my mid-Satan bathroom crush moment, there was no way I was letting this bootleg Russian between my legs. EVER. So, I sucked in my pride, bit my lip, and shut my eyes, waiting for this mosquito to stop sucking my neck.

After he had his fill, he let me go and I scrambled away from him. ''Put your shoes on, we are late.'' And with that, he left.

I grabbed my heels... ah shit... my worst enemy and slid them on before joining him outside my door.

He linked our hands as if we were some sort of couple and took me up to the restaurant on the second floor, from the top.

He took a seat and I glanced at him; couldn't he at least pull out my chair like a gentleman? Sheesh...

I picked up the menu and my eyes widened, then it hit me we're in one of the fancy places... where they give you baby-alive size portions and charge you for the price of an entire cow. Heh... I was surely going to eat to my heart's content.

I just needed-

''Order anything you like, you are my date, I plan to treat you to a fine meal.''

Aha! It's go, time baby! ~

He ordered some sort of fancy steak and a bottle of expensive wine before turning to me.

''And for the lady?'' The waiter asked.

''Right, please listen closely. I'd like half a dozen crab cakes, steamed mussels in white wine, the shrimp ceviche, I'd also like a medium-sized portion of beef Wellington, baked stuffed lobster, French pork rillettes, and a Scandinavian steak with potatoes, baby spinach, and seared scallops.''

I sat back in my chair, crossed my legs, and batted my eyelashes as the waiter seemed to be sweating as he scribbled on his pad.

''I-Is that all milady?'' He questioned.

''Oh, no can I also have a glass of your finest champagne, please? Thanks love.'' I gave a bright smile.

He repeated the order making sure he had everything before returning to the kitchen to notify the chef of the hungry mammoth seated by the window.

''That's... quite the appetite,'' Ivan said with a pale face. ''Oh? I hope I didn't overdo it?'' I said hitting him with puppy eyes and a matching pout.

''N-No no of course not, I did say I would treat you.'' He smiled but I could see the instant regret sticker plastered on his forehead.

"So Ivan. Why are we here?" I should engage in conversation and try and squeeze some information out of him.

"The boss said to take you out and see how you'd function so that's what I'm doing." Huh? How'd I function?! So this is like A trial run... Well, I best make the most of the experience.

"Are you Russian?" I asked out of curiosity.

"No, I was born and raised in America, when my parents passed away when I was young I moved here to live with my aunt, but I travel back and forth. Are you Russian?" He questioned raising his brow.

"No, I just know the language," I said keeping it short and simple.

More chit-chat happened, and boy this guy could talk! Even through lunch, he talked while I tried my utmost best to piss him off, I even took off my heels and cocked my feet up but all I got in response was-

"You are weird and crazy. It's turning me on."

I'm sorry what-

He's joking right?! I just ate an entire lobster with my hand, attracted almost everyone's attention but this guy got a boner? What the fuck?

****

"Can I interest you with some dessert?" Our waiter returned with a menu in hand.

I was so fucking stuffed but how could I resist? it's dessert! it's gotta fit somewhere.

"Oh yes-"

"That'll be all for today, I have some... Business to attend to, send the bill to my room." Ivan said grabbing his coat.

This fucking jerk.

How dare he make me skip dessert! The entire night I've been eyeing their cheesecake and he just-

I growled crossing my arms as he then dragged me back to the elevator.

"So~" he grabbed my arm and began reeling me in.

Does he think we are on good terms after that stunt he pulled? Boy, please.

I pulled away and stood farther from him.

Little did I know that mister no dessert was a ticking time bomb.

We made it back to our suite and he cornered me in the bedroom.

We had spent hours at lunch, my feet were killing me and all I wanted to do was sleep, but he had other plans.

Out of the blue he locked my wrists and began licking down my chest!

I wasn't having any of it so I kneed him straight in the nuts!

I attempted to make a run for it, heading for the door but Mr crazy just kept throwing shit at me!

I reached the door only to discover it was locked. Just fucking great. He snickered behind me and grabbed me, dragging me from the arm back to the room. He threw me across the bed and I fell off the edge pulling Satan's jacket down with me.

Ivan crawled on top of me and ripped my straps, he wasted no time and began fondling my exposed breasts.

"Fuck... You're majestic." His words made me feel like puking. Why is everyone, hard-core perverts?

My tiny fists were no match to his, his dirty talking while his hand traveled down my body made me sick.

My mind wandered to my satanic savior... Oh, where are you, Satan...

I felt my cheeks heating up, my throat began to tighten and my eyes began to get blurry.

He pressed harder against me and that's when my eyes shot open in surprise.

I was not ready to give up my virginity just yet! I sucked in my tears and with a quick flip I had him under my straddling position.

A smirk etched his lips. "A top, I like it, crazy bitch."

I've had it with these assholes...

My hand reached to his side and I pulled out Satan's 9 mil from his expensive jacket.

"Fuck." His hopeless voice mumbled.

My hand trembled as I tried holding my aim. But the thought of taking a life made me sick to my core.

"do it." He said cockily.

"Fuck, you look so fucking sexy right now." He bit his lip gawking at me.

"Shut up!" I screamed.

"you'd never pull the trigger." He chuckled with a cocky grin.

"But I will."

My heart practically leaped with joy at the sound of his voice.

"Vasily would make you his swine if he knew you laid A finger on her." Satan gritted his teeth.

"Come Oh- V, this doesn't have to reach him, right? Mary...?" He grabbed my arm and began pleading. "Let me go!" He tightened his grip and I winced out in pain.

"Come on, don't be a bitch, this doesn't have to reach the boss-"

"Get your fucking hands off of her," V said pressing the gun to his forehead. I scampered away and dashed out to the balcony leaving them alone in there.

****

7 pm

I was sitting at the edge of the hot tub when he approached.

"you're a pervert magnet huh?" He chuckled softly.

I rolled my eyes and he began to undress, till he was in his boxers and a plain white t-shirt.

"Wh-What are you d-doing?" Fucking stutter.

A smirk crossed his lips and he climbed into the water sitting at the corner.

I turned to him, holding my now strapless dress over my bosom.

"Are you just gonna stare at me or are you getting in." It was a terrible idea to get into that water with him, his chest and body lines were showing, so well detailed and so tempting...fucking Satan.

I slid my heels off with one hand, continuing to hold my dress with the other, I slid my feet down and got into the warm bubbly water.

"I'm jealous, he gave you a hickey," Satan said with a sarcastic tone adding a pout.

"Fucking hell." I covered my neck and sighed.

"Are you okay though? Did he hurt you?"

I smiled and shook my head. "No, he didn't do much, thanks." He nodded and submerged himself in the water, although it wasn't as deep or wide as a pool, his white and black hair now dripping with water seemed to arouse me...

"Horny yet suka?"

"Fuck you." I shot back, my cheeks immediately heating up.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, sitting me on his lap.

I sat there, staring into his eyes, watching as the stars reflected on them.

Our faces were so close that a drop of his hair landed on my lip...

I bit my lip, sucking it in his eyes wandered to my lips, and I could feel his hands snaking around my waist and resting on my ass.

"I want to kiss you."

Oh, fuck me...

His soft, but husky voice sent shivers down my spine as he started closing in the space.

Oh fuck oh fuck!

It's like I froze! What the fuck Elsa!

It would've been a great kiss if I hadn't chickened out...

My mind suddenly took me back to that day.

"This... Us never happened || it was a mistake."

I frowned remembering how much that had broken me... I slowly pulled away, as my stomach started twisting inside me...

I felt a warm tear leaking from my eye, yeah that's not happening again.

Satan's P.O.V

She was scared... Scared that I'll break her again.

I could see it, in her single tear, she looked away from me with a frown. I couldn't blame her, that was a bitchy thing for me to do.

"S-Sorry, I can't." Her shaky voice replied...

She began leaving-

But I could help it... Just like back then. I wanted her.

I grabbed her arm, swinging her over to me.

I smashed my lips on hers, cupping her cheeks.

She hesitated at first but then melted.

I slowly pulled away expecting a slap from her tiny hands, I was ready for it!

Instead, she just looked at me with tears in her eyes.

Fuck.

"I-"

She cut off my apology and climbed onto my lap with her legs on both sides of me, her lips wrapped with mine, and her warm hands resting on my cheeks.

I laid my hands over hers and we shared a warm, passionate, lustful kiss.

She pulled away slowly and I placed my hand on her face, wiping her tears away.

Her dress dropped to her stomach and she practically began railing me, horny suka...

She lifted my hands over my head and licked my neck. "Fuck." I whispered as my boner pressed against her bare pussy. "Should I stop?" She questions with a seductive tone while grinding her hips on mine.

Fucking hell!

"N-No." Wait what the fuck?-

She giggled at my stutter and locked her lips with mine again, this time she played adventure and traveled my walls, even playing tango with my tongue.

I just wanted to fuck her right then and there...

My fingers trailed against her hips and went down to her pussy, entering her with no mercy.

"Don't do th-that!" She screamed.

"Do you want me to stop, sexy? I'll stop fingering your delicious pussy if you tell me to. Should I stop?"

She rested her head on my shoulders, breathing heavily.

"N-No..."

"What do you want me to do?" I pumped one finger inside her, terrorizing the poor thing.

"F-Finger me..."

"What's the magic word?~" I teased, only making her moan in frustration which was music to my ears.

"Finger fuck my pussy, please Satan."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the nickname. I could tell her face was bright red, she was downright embarrassed, and super fucking horny.

With a quick switch, I flipped her around, putting her back against my chest, cupped her breasts with one hand fondling her hard pink buds and my other rammed two fingers into her pussy.

"Ah-Ahhh!~" Her cries of pleasure only made my cock harder, pressing unto her ass. I leaned down and licked her neck to her ear.

"Your such a sexy little thing~"

"Your pussy feels so fucking good."

"Your moans are making my cock harder, do you feel it... Pressing against your ass?~"

She bit down on her finger and nodded. "mmm-hm."

I held her in a soft chokehold position. Her legs were wide apart, my fingers deep inside her, her cheeks burning red color, her cherry lips parted, with sexy moans of pleasure leaving every second I thrust inside her.

"S-Slow down!"

her cries were pointless, in fact, they only made me do the opposite.

"S-Satan!"

"Harder." I begged.

"Stop I'll cum i-if you go any faster!"

I lifted her out of the water. Her legs were still far apart, my fingers drilling her pulsing pussy. She grabbed my legs, digging her nails into them.

"Beg." I teased while pulling against her breasts.

"Pl-Please stop! I'll cum if you keep going!"

"perfect."

She started to resist but that only made me want to fuck her more, her breasts began to bounce as she bounced on my cock, and the feeling of cum leaking down my dick drove me insane.

She stood no chance and in no time was yelling my name... Well... Sorta-

"F-Fuck! Satan, I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming, oh fu- ahh!~"

Her body jolted and she came on my fingers... oozing warm sticky white milk.

"I hate you so much." She whispered panting on my lap.

I chuckled softly and pulled out my fingers.

She slid back down in the water, her chin propping on my thigh staring up at me. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked it, slowly. Maintaining eye contact with her.

A drop of her semen splattered on her face, and I went down to her and brushed my tongue on her red-stained cheeks...