| C H A P T E R - 29 |

DEVIL:As the darkness blankets the town, I peek through my large glass window. Being in the middle of nowhere, I have the advantage of hiding from them, but what they don't know is that they're not hidden from me.I smirk, looking at the town from the hill where I stand. The silver moonlight falls on the knife, reflecting on its smooth surface. A glint of amusement spreads across my face. It's my long-time warrior, my most powerful weapon.The darkness blends with the silvery light, creating a beautiful display of the night. The Devil's Night.I walk back into my house with the knife in my hand, cleaning it from time to time. Even though it's my most important warrior, it hasn't had the chance in the war yet. But soon. Very soon, it will pierce through the heart of the man I loathe the most. But right now, I have another important thing to attend to.Anastasia.I quickly put on my usual black hoodie and track pants. It's nothing special, but I know she loves the colour black. And I definitely know she will love me too, with my black heart. It's almost midnight, and it's time to meet my dearest love, Anastasia.I love how curious she is to know who I am, having no idea that I am her destruction and saviour in every way. Well, she still has time.We still have time.And one day, when the time is right, we will have enough to sit by this large window and tell each other stories. I am going to give her the world while all she will be is mine."Devil," one of my men broke my attention from my daydream. Without turning towards him, I give him a nod to continue. "I have news."****I sped my bike through the dark night, roaring down the road. It was nighttime, the Devil's time. My blood boiled hearing what happened to Ana today on campus. Those fuckers will pay. I'll make sure to torture them until they beg me to end it, but I won't give them that satisfaction.They dared to touch what belonged to me.I revved up my bike, zooming like a thunderbolt toward Ana's home. ****By the time I arrived, it was half past midnight. As usual, she had a bunch of men wandering around her house with guns and powerful weapons, yet I only chuckled at their failure. What did she think? She could stop me with this bunch of idiots?Carefully climbing through her balcony, I walked inside with tiptoes. My eyes fell on the table outside, where "Gone Girl" by Gillian Flynn was still open. My girl was an avid reader, and I knew she was a fan of thrillers.I chuckled, shaking my head. Carefully closing the book with her favourite bookmark I kept it on her shelf.As usual, she fell asleep like a cute panda, thanks to the medicine I had them mix in her food. Just the right amount to make her fall asleep quickly. It does not have any side effects, as I personally consulted with the best doctor in the country. But it gives me an advantage to come to meet her at night.Walking inside her room, my eyes fell on sleeping Ana. Hugging her teddy, she was sleeping soundly, without any care in the world. A faint smile appeared on my lips, and all my anger and worries just vanished into thin air.I walked towards her bedside and sat beside her. Taking a look at her beautiful face, I could only think of how long will I have to wait until I finally own her.She slept carefree, with her hands scattered on the bed, legs apart, and hair on her face. Taking my time, I gently arranged her in a more orderly manner. It had become my routine over the past few months. If I had to pick my favourite time, aside from torturing and killing people, it would be when I watch her sleep.What she doesn't know is that, no matter what, I will always come back to her at night. Without her, breathing is difficult.As I helped her get under the blanket, my eyes fell on the scratches on her. A small band-aid on the wound. My eyes darkened at the thought of her getting hurt. I marked and noted to make sure they all will pay, justice like the other girl.Two down, seven more to go.Thankfully, Rosie wasn't deeply hurt, but even a small scratch on her worried me. Retrieving the old band-aid, I carefully examined the scratch on her elbow. The first aid box was right on her study table, next to the open case file.Applying ointment and placing a fresh band-aid, I sighed caressing her face. "What am I going to do with you, Rosie?" I murmured.Finished with my task, I sat beside her. I watch her sleep. Her soft snores feel like my personal symphony. But after a minute, she stirred in her sleep, facing the other side, cozying up in her blanket, and a pang of jealousy hit my chest. It should have been me she would snuggled with. How come the blanket has the luck? Without further thought, I quickly slipped under the blanket beside her.Soon, the scent of rose and vanilla enveloped me. She smelled heavenly. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her back into my chest. She felt amazing. She felt like heaven.Resting my head on the crook of her neck, I inhaled more of her scent, and the urge to turn her around and kiss her passionately surged within me. But that probably wasn't a good idea because I knew I wouldn't be able to stop with just a kiss.I gulped, controlling my desires, and pulled her by her waist, spooning her from behind.Something on my chest felt heavy, something foreign. Was it regret?I couldn't help but ponder: what if I weren't the devil? Would she love me like a normal person then? What if we didn't have this unfortunate fate? Could we have had a normal beautiful life? Would she like that? What if we had met in another timeline? Would we have had a different life?Possibly.But despite the hypotheticals, I knew for a fact that I would have made her mine. her love for the thrills is getting fulfilled anyway. But the truth was harsh; I am a monster, a beast, and she was like the flower, my beauty. The light to my night sky, my bane and the sole reason for my existence. Only she had the power to save me from this burden.But I couldn't tell her. Even if we could have had a different life, I didn't regret being the Devil. Because someone had to be the devil eventually in a world full of monsters, and I was the one chosen."But I promise you, once all this ends, you and I are going to have a wonderful life," I whispered in her hair. I could dream of a perfect family with her, carrying my children in her swollen belly and barefoot in my house. As I returned from work, tired and frustrated, one look at her, and I knew I would forget everything else.Only she had the power. Suddenly, she turned around, kicking off the blanket, and snuggled onto my chest, and I froze. What i happening? I stay calm as I witness her snuggle more into me comfortably and my breath hitched. It's not that I haven't been touched by women before. But she was different.Is this what they call getting your breath stuck in your lungs?Yes, it is.I tried to stay calm, but she snuggled onto me more, hugging me like a panda would hug her favourite tree.Shit. It was getting beyond my control, but I tried to stay calm. The warm feeling on my chest was getting crazier with each passing second. I knew she wouldn't get up, but at the same time, I was scared. What if she gets to know it's me, and she tries to get away?I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen.I watched how comfortable she got around my solid body. Her soft tits pressed against my chest, her long naked legs around mine, and she threw her hand around my waist and snuggled more onto me.Fuck, is it hot in here?Yes, it is.The fabric she was wearing was utterly ridiculous. An almost see-through pale pink cotton tank top and shorts. It was nearly impossible for me to keep myself calm when her soft body pressed into mine. I had craved her touch for such a long time, and now that she was finally near, all I had to do was control.How ridiculous.I blinked, gulped, and tried to look away, but the cleavage of her tits looked so full from her top, and I could barely keep my eyes away.They are soft.Holy cow. Just shut the fuck up and try to breathe.So I did. Trying to avert my gaze from her amazing full boobs, I looked down, and God, help me. Her long legs wrapped around my waist almost made me lose my control. Her smooth skin shone under the moonlight.What does she use?I am sure after we get married, I will never let her wear clothes to our bed. I need to be free to access and kiss every square inch of her body.She stirred again. This time, her face was on the crook of my neck. My eyes widen as I bit my lower lip, trying to control myself. Her breath fell on my neck, and my blood rushed south. I could feel myself getting aroused by her mere touch.And she isn't even awake yet.I sighed. Wondering what she could do to me if she were awake. Even though I am the master of the night, I know for sure she would be the master of my existence.Breathe. Just breathe. I kept telling myself as I stayed completely frozen under her touch. With another stir, her hands roamed around my body, as if she were trying to get a map of my body. I could feel her breath getting faster.Was she having a wet dream about me this time?I frowned, looking at her. She didn't stop. Her hands slowly roamed around my chest, towards my hard-built abs. Thankfully, I was wearing a T-shirt.But I guess that didn't satisfy her.Her hand went under my shirt, and I inhaled a big chunk of air. I was painfully hard in my pants. Her soft hands began to caress my abs, and I could feel her breath speeding up.A faint smile appeared on my lips, and my mind began to dream.Her eyes looked at me, begging me to let her touch me. I knew she was enjoying every second of it, and I was more than willing to give her whatever she wanted. Taking advantage of her powers, she began to kiss the contours of my shoulder, making my heart rumble like thunder.God, she was so beautiful. And even though I never worshipped anyone, I will worship her.She took her time, leaving a few kisses on my chest as well. Getting all impatient, I pulled her to make her sit on my waist. She gasped at the sudden attack, but her eyes widened a little when she looked at my naked chest."It's all for you, baby," I smirked at her.Sitting on me, looking like a goddess, she stared at my body. It wasn't prim and proper but with cuts and bruises. They were the victory and my failure. And I know she was curious to know more about it.And when the time comes, I will tell her the story of each scar, only to her.I watched her, looking carefully at my scars, thinking something in her mind. Her tank top was dishevelled and almost showed her cleavage popping up and her belly bare to me. I gulped. Her super shorts, barely holding the blissful sight from my eyes, reached toward the very further thighs.One more slide, and I could see it. Damn.I held her by her waist, pushing her more towards my prominent hard cock as she hissed in response. My eyes darkened, and my nose flared only to know that she was finally putting restraints on all my controls. But she didn't turn away or didn't back off. This time, she met my gaze with confidence, and I found myself lost in her oceanic eyes. I gave her the powers. She was in charge.Taking all of it, like a good girl, slowly, keeping eye contact, she began to dip her head low, pressing another kiss on my chest. I moaned.Her eyes were still on me, while she pressed another, and I shuddered under her touch.My cock, impossibly hard and wanted to be free, wanted her touch, and she fucking knew it. With a sly smirk, she positioned her ass right above my tip, and the thought of the proximity of her juicy pussy alone made it hard for me to survive here.I squeezed her waist, earning another hiss from her. Groaning, I warned, but she wasn't backing down. She lowered herself more, just right on my hard dick, as she began to grind it with her ass. This time, I hissed."Easy, baby," I breathed. But she wasn't taking it easy at all. Riding like a pro, she began to grind more on my dick, earning herself pleasure. I had to clutch hold of the bedsheet to control myself. But she had made it impossible for me to control any further."Don't stop," She moaned. Two words. Just two words are enough to be the death of me. My jaw pressed together, finally giving up my last restraint.Taking her by the hair, I pulled her head, sitting up. I bit the soft flesh on her neck as she sweetly moaned in my ears. Fucking beautiful. "I can't hold myself longer, baby," I whispered in her ears, pulling her close. "You sound so fucking good that I need to bury myself in your mouth to earn more of that. Can I?" I asked, my breaths all ragged up.Looking at me, I found her wild eyes filled with lust, and by that, I quickly flipped her over, only to...I woke up from the dream when she finally turned away to the other side. I sighed in relief, but it wasn't helping either. Her ass, right on my hard dick, wasn't going to help me. All I wanted was to tear her ridiculously short clothes and fuck her right here. But I gulped.Not tonight. Not when she is hurt.Taking a final breath, my hands roamed on my face, trying to calm myself down. The hard cock in my zipper painfully asked for release. But tonight, I would keep myself in control. Until I kill those bastards who dared to touch her, I won't get a release.It will only make me anxious to kill them faster and more brutally so that I can be back again. Looking at her sleeping figure, I murmured, "And this time, I will not stop."****Dragging myself up, I took a final look at her sound sleeping figure. My eyes fell on the dampness of her shorts, and my jaws tightened.I need to get the fuck out of here.On my way out, my eyes fell on her scattered table. The piles of files and the picture of her mother. Looking back at her, I realized how many similarities they both have, apart from the hair.Finding myself curious, I took a glance at her work.I chuckled. Thankfully, she is going in the right direction, as I intend her to be. She has a lot to discover. But for now, she is doing good.****It was almost two past midnight when I climbed down from her room. My cock was still hard from all those actions as I tried to bite down and roared my engine through the night.Next stop, The Devil's Justice.----X----A/N: Our Devil is just another delulu morally grey character, huh? He is so obsessed with her to dream just a fucking hot scene. I am all excited to know what will happen when they actually make out!!Thank you for giving my story a chance. Follow me on Instagram to stay digitally updated about the next chapter. See ya next week.