by King, Bella
The blank ceiling is a relaxing sight when my eyes have been overwhelmed by the intense image of Diavolo’s masculine body. As much as I enjoy looking at him, it makes my heart throb violently, and my legs shake. I’m not in control when he’s around me, and I don’t know if I’m okay with that. I’ve always been in control.
Diavolo’s face appears above me, jolting me out of my relaxed state again. “Ready for me?” he asks, but that sounds more like a heads-up than a question.
I spread my legs in response, allowing him to claim me. I haven’t had a man in ages, and I’m not even sure if his cock is going to fit inside of me with how big it is. I brace myself for the entry, clutching the sheets in my hands as I look up at his marvelous face.
Diavolo lets out a deep groan as the head of his cock sinks past my floral gates and enters the one place I never imagined him being. I’ve had a lot of odd fantasies, but this was never one of them.
Sometimes, reality turns out better than dreams.
Diavolo bends over me, holding himself up on his thick forearms as he pushes his cock further inside of my pussy. I feel myself expand to take him in, stretching as I struggle to accept his full girth. He’s huge, and that’s not an overstatement just because I haven’t had sex in a while. The man is bigger than a fucking porn star.
I move my hips forward, accepting all of him and letting his cock find places inside of me that I didn’t know existed.
Diavolo places one of his hands on my stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock inside of me as he pushes back and forth. He then runs his hand up my flushed skin, brushing a thumb against my hard nipple as he goes, until he reaches my neck.
I grab his hand, and he starts to pull away, but I don’t allow him to. I want his hand on my throat. I want the danger and the thrill of having sex with a man so dangerous that there’s a very real chance that he’ll kill me afterward.
Fucked up?
Yes, but I never said I wasn’t. The streets have taken a toll on me, and I’m going to enjoy myself while I still can.
Diavolo tightens his grip on my throat, thrusting harder as he goes. His expression changes as he begins to grow rougher, taking me raw on the bed. His eyes are blank, evil, and lifeless as he applies pressure to the sides of my neck.
I feel a chill despite the heat, but it’s quickly replaced with a rush of pleasure as his rhythm rubs me to the place I was when I was masturbating for him.
He takes his hand off my throat, moving it up to my lips and parting them with two of his fingers. I open my mouth, letting his fingers wiggle against my tongue. He hooks them into my mouth, holding me by my lower jaw as he fucks me harder.
While still gripping the sheets with one hand, I move the other to his arm, scratching his skin as I’m consumed by pleasure. I can barely see him because I’m moving so fast now, but the blur of flesh is enough for me to want to sink my nails into it. I want to let out the hurt and anger on him as he dominates me.
Diavolo isn’t concerned by the way I’m digging my nails into his skin. In fact, he seems to be enjoying it. His expression changes to a smirk, arrogant and dominant as he suddenly grabs my hair and pulls my head back against the mattress.
I gasp, throwing my legs out as wide as I can as he pounds my pussy. I can feel his balls slapping against my taint, large and heavy from his years. I love the feeling of them against me. He probably doesn’t even realize it, but it’s almost as good as his cock shoved deep inside my pussy.
I surrender to the pleasure as it bubbles up in my stomach, erupting into my heart and pumping through my veins like blood. The rush is the greatest high I’ve ever known, and the orgasm that hits me is even more powerful than the first one.
I had a feeling it would be.
Diavolo keeps his pace, never slowing for even a second as he pumps his cock. He’s going to empty his load inside of me, and I won’t stop him. I want his seed, even though I shouldn’t, and I’m going to have it.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, tilting his head back and squeezing his fist against my scalp.
This was the moment I was waiting for. As the pleasure continues to roll through me like the waves of an ocean during a storm, Diavolo unloads his seed inside of me, pumping my pussy full of his hot semen.
My legs shake as I accept it, finding more pleasure in his orgasm than in my own. I want this to go on forever. I crave the hoarse sound of his breath as he topples off the edge of heaven. I want to feel the uncontrollable force that moves him.
In a few short, tight thrusts, his seed is spilled, and he collapses on top of me. His heat is like that of a radiator, and it mixes with mine to form a bond strong enough to seal our skin together. To stay like this for life would be divine, but it won’t last. At least for now, I can forget about my missions and enjoy the beauty of what we’ve done together.
It’s always the biggest sins that bring the most joy, if only to be followed by regret. I hope that I don’t end up regretting this, but that’s a thought for tomorrow. For tonight, I just snuggle up close to Diavolo and close my eyes.
Tomorrow, things will be different, for better or for worse.
Chapter Thirty
Zella
I’m sleeping beside Diavolo, his heavy arm over my shoulder, when I’m awoken by footsteps coming down the hallway. My eyes pop open, taking in the darkness as the footsteps draw closer.
At this hour, people aren’t usually walking around the Devil’s Kingdom. I look toward the door, to the light flooding in through the thin crack beneath it. The lights in the hallway are always on, but to my tired eyes, they seem brighter than usual.
I watch the doorway as the footsteps come closer, holding my breath when they stop. A spot of darkness appears in two places in the strip of light under the door – the feet of an unknown person, just standing there.
I anticipate a knock or a call about an emergency, but nothing comes. The person outside stays still in the same spot for what feels like minutes.
I raise my head, curious about what they’re doing. Diavolo is too deep into his sleep to wake up from my movement, and I find it easy to slip from his heavy arm onto the soft white rug.
Even as I creep toward the door, the figure outside doesn’t move. I’m beginning to wonder if it’s just my imagination putting the shadows there and if someone just walked past and left. Maybe they dropped something at the door to make such shadows.
I have to find out.
I get down on my knees, crawling on the ground with my breath held tightly in my lungs as I get closer to the door. I pause to look over my shoulder, but Diavolo hasn’t moved. He sleeps like a brick, and with how hard he came inside of me, I’m not at all surprised. Even I should be fast asleep right now for the same reason, but I was never a heavy sleeper.
With the truth about my sister so close at hand, my mind simply can’t let my body fully rest. I’m compelled to discover what’s going on.
I bend down as low as I can, nearly pressing my cheek into the floor as I try to look under the door. Most doors have a sizable gap, enough to tell if someone is standing on the other side, but that’s not the case for Diavolo’s door. There’s not even enough space for me to slip my fingers through if I wanted to.
Suddenly, the shadow at the door moves, and I jerk my head up, preparing to rush back to the bed if someone knocks.
Instead of a knock, a single sheet of paper is slipped under the door, followed by a necklace with a triangle pendant. The shadow disappears, hurrying back down the hallway even faster than it came. I’m left with just the paper and Diavolo’s soft snoring.
I grab the paper first, squinting at the words hand-written on the page in the dim light. It’s barely visible with how dark it is in the room, so I stand up, carrying it to the bathroom. I have every excuse to be going to the toilet in the middle of the night, and worst case, I can flush the paper so that Diavolo won’t have proof that I took it.
I slip into the bathroom with the paper and the necklace, leaving the light off until I close the doo
r and lock it. With a flick of the switch, I’m blinded, but only for a moment. As I blink, looking down at the paper, the words become visible.
Diavolo has the key to the cargo ship in the shipyard. The containers on board hold a chemical compound used to manufacture Black Sugar. Without it, he’s unable to sell to the masses. Find the key and meet me there in two hours. I’ll explain everything when you arrive.
Your sister,
Olesya
Olesya? It can’t be possible.
I hold up the necklace in my hand, and I recognize it as the one I left behind before the Devil’s Kingdom initiation.
My mouth goes dry, and my heart hammers so hard against my ribs that my chest hurts. I sit down, pressing my bare ass against the cold porcelain lid of the toilet as I reread the note. I can’t believe that this is happening. It means that my sister is alive and that she’s the one behind everything that’s happening. She led me here, and now she’s going to help me bring down Diavolo.
But why wait five years?
Something doesn’t sit right with me. There’s a feeling in my gut, like a cold steel ball pulling my stomach down into my intestines. I should be thrilled that I can finally leave Diavolo and give him the finger as I rush out of town with his cargo, but in truth, it pains me to leave.
I won’t deny our sexual chemistry. That’s a given, but I feel like I’ve lied to him the entire way, and ditching him and the Devil’s Kingdom just to run off with one of his ships seems so anticlimactic.
So, my sister escaped from the clutches of the devil and became a pirate. What sense does that make?
I look down at the paper again. The handwriting looks to belong to Olesya, but it’s been years since I’ve read anything that she wrote. Most of her belongings were tucked into storage when she ran away from home at eighteen. The only thing I had left from her was the necklace.
I look at it again, at the simple triangle hanging from the thin gold chain. This is from Olesya. She gave it to me once, and she seems to have given it to me again. I should trust her. I should do the right thing, even if it feels wrong to leave Diavolo like this.
But years without contact with my sister have made me doubt that she was even alive. Aside from the note claiming to be her and the help I’ve gotten to infiltrate the Devil’s Kingdom, I have no definitive proof that Olesya is behind all of this.
My stomach churns, threatening to expel the little food I managed to eat before having sex with Diavolo. This entire situation confuses me and makes me sick. I’m loyal to my sister, but I feel doubt when I thought I couldn’t possibly have any.
Maybe it’s just my emotions. I always was more emotional than Olesya, and even after hiding all of that for five years, tucking it away in the pit of my heart, I wasn’t able to get rid of it completely. Diavolo awakened something inside of me with the way he touched me, and I don’t know if I can quiet the demons inside me enough to think straight.
I put the necklace around my neck, feeling the cold metal against my bare skin. It gives me a surge of confidence.
I don’t have to kill Diavolo. I can keep him alive and get out of this place. He’ll never know where I went, and we can forget about what happened between us. Nobody has to know.
I crumple the note from Olesya in my hand, reaching for the light switch and turning it off before I open the door to leave. Olesya spoke of a key to the cargo ship, and I’m going to find it and escape before Diavolo wakes up.
I must complete my mission, no matter what it takes.
Chapter Thirty-One
Diavolo
I’m never trusting anyone again. I was thinking with my dick, and it’s gotten me into a world of trouble.
I search my pockets for the key that should be jingling inside, but I already know that it’s gone. That was the first thing that I realized when I started getting dressed. I always know when something is missing, but I don’t understand what Zella would want with the key to the cargo ship. She would need a whole crew to navigate that large of a boat.
I run through the possibilities as I put my shoes on, trying to figure out what she could be up to. Maybe she just wants to get onto the ship and go through the cargo, but that wouldn’t make much sense. Why would she come here and gain my trust, only to snatch a petty amount of freight from my ship?
I curse myself for letting Zella get into my head last night. I was so overwhelmed by the missing ships that I couldn’t think straight, and now another one will go missing if I don’t get to the shipyard in time, although it could already be gone. I have no clue when she left, only that when I rolled over in the night, she wasn’t in bed with me anymore.
I gather as many weapons as I can find, tucking them into my pockets as I exit the room. I have no idea how badly compromised we are, what with the sudden disappearance of Zella, and two whole cargo ships. The shitstorm hasn’t stopped, and I have no reason to believe that it will calm down now. I have to be prepared for anything.
The stone hallway is completely barren as I rush down it past my office. The exit that Zella would’ve taken is through the office, but I know another way to the shipyard, one that I haven’t used in ages.
I round the corner, my shoes slipping against the gritty floor as I go. I almost lose balance, catching myself on the wall as I go. I’ve never been so out of my element. I’m pretty sure that Zella fucked me up in the head, and I’d better get a grip, or the damage will be permanent.
The hallway only takes me so far before it starts to narrow to the point where it’s impossible to go any further. This is a cave, after all, and I didn’t have everything redone. There are plenty of ways to lose yourself and get stuck somewhere, but that hasn’t happened in years.
I hope it doesn’t happen now.
I reach up in the crevice, wedging my body further into the narrow pathway so that if I were to slip while climbing, I would likely be caught by the wedge and saved the misery of breaking my legs on the stone ground.
I drop my jacket, letting it pad the floor under my feet and catch the dust as I climb up the slanted wall. I haven’t been up this way in so long that I’m not even sure if it’s the right way to go, but I do know that there isn’t a faster way to get to the shipyard than this. I can’t afford to lose even a second of my time during this pursuit.
As I clamber up the wall, I think about everything I’ve overcome since starting the Devil’s Kingdom. I grew up dirt poor, made a name for myself, and have created a cult following that’s made me billions of dollars. If I lose everything because of Zella, I’ll never forgive that woman. I should’ve killed her while I had the chance, but I wanted to play games.
Stupid.
The wall ends, but not before providing me a crack near the ceiling to slip through. It’s thin, but even with my thick chest, I’m able to get through with a little wiggling. If I were claustrophobic, this would be impossible, but my determination beats fear any day. I’m too driven to let a tight fit stop me.
Sliding across the stone near the ceiling, I find that I’m able to crawl once I get far enough in. From here, I know exactly where to go. There’s even a little drip of water from the dock coming in, telling me that I’m on the right path.
And to think, this cave was discovered all because I tossed a fisherman’s boot in the water so many years ago. It’s funny that my anger was able to provide so much for me, but I suppose that’s what the devil does. Anger is his fuel.
I’m not even sure where I would be, had I not taken this path in life. I could’ve tried to go to school after I got enough money from stealing drugs from petty dealers and reselling them to junkies. I would’ve done well in the scientific field. I was the one who came up with the recipe for Black Sugar.
But there’s a dullness to everyday life that I’d like to avoid. It’s pale in comparison to the thrill of doing crime, and you always have to conform to other people’s rules. I don’t like rules, and I especially don’t like authority. I’ll kill just to have the last word.
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sp; And maybe that’s my problem, but I have no reason to change it. Even now, I know that the only way that I can get ahold of my organization is if I take drastic measures and remind people who’s in power. I’m the boss, and I will prevail.
The water is getting heavier now, salt filling my nostrils and leaving white waves on my pants as I crawl through it. I’m close to the dock already, and I can hear the waves splashing against the thick wooden beams that hold it up.
I see the light now – the pale rays of morning coming from an opening to my left, but I keep going. There’s another exit further down that will take me just below the shipyard, right next to the ship that Zella is headed to.
If I can get there in time, I can put a stop to her crazy antics. If not, then I have a whole new heap of problems on my hands. This boat is the last one, and we need that cargo desperately after the last one was stolen.
After another minute of crawling, I’m able to get to my feet, and I make a run for the end of the tunnel. There, I’ll be able to dive into the water and climb up a ladder right beside the ship, provided that it’s still there.
My legs are cold from the icy water, and my elbows are throbbing from crawling across the rough stone, but I push the suffering to the back of my mind and focus on my goal. Zella won’t escape me.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Zella
I spin the key around my finger nervously as I walk up to the cargo ship. I could drop it into the water, and my plan would be spoiled, but I think the risk of that happening is exactly why I’m spinning it. I want an excuse to slip back into bed with Diavolo, even if he is the devil in the flesh.
I catch the key in my hand and tuck it in my pocket, snapping myself out of those thoughts and pulling myself back into reality. I’m about to meet my sister for the first time in five years, and all that I can think about is the man I just boned. I’m ashamed to be so primitive-minded.