𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈 ━ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱

chapter thirty six
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When (Y/N) returned home that evening, Devon could tell that something was bothering her, and immediately he realized that the something had everything to do with whatever she talked about with Dante during lunch. Although it irritated him, when he referenced bedroom-related activities after dinner, she hardly complained, a fact he was pleased by as he tossed her onto his bed before crawling on top of her.

Kissing her roughly whilst sliding his tongue into her mouth, he made quick work of undressing himself whilst she did the same.

Soon enough, they pressed their naked bodies together, lost in the feel of one another. They both knew how selfish this was of them, and to (Y/N), she also knew how wrong what she was doing was. Unfortunately, it seemed as if she somehow still ended up lost in the haze of pleasure Devon provided her, something that overwhelmed any and all guilt she might have been feeling. After all, to not feel anything but ecstasy was the very reason she had wound up in this mess of a situation at all.

(Y/N) squirmed as Devon kissed down her body, from her neck to her breasts to her stomach and finally all the way down to her thighs.

He was teasing her, it seemed.

Pressing featherlight kisses against her heated skin so close to where she wanted him was the most agonizing thing to her in that moment, biting her lip hard as she struggled to reign in her small pants and moans. Finally, considering he wanted to hear those noises, Devon pressed his mouth to her core to begin pleasing her there, and just like he wanted, she couldn't hold back anymore sounds. Then, without warning, he parted his lips so he could drive his tongue inside of her, the feeling of the slick muscle making her back arch slightly off the bed. Immediately, her hand shot to his head where she tangled her fingers in his hair, rolling her hips into his face to further his actions.

Naturally, he complied.

Thrusting his tongue in and out of her, his thumb rubbing against her clit, he built that pleasure up inside of her until she was close to climaxing. Of course, as much as he wanted to taste her ecstasy, he decided to pull back and leave her wanting more. Just like he thought, (Y/N) groaned at the sudden feeling of emptiness, looking up at him with disbelief in her gaze.

He merely smirked.

Pulling her forward, his hand now tangled in her hair, he shoved her mouth down on his already twitching dick, groaning from how wet and how warm her mouth was. Of course, it was no match for that tight hole of hers that he really couldn't wait to fuck senseless. Doing so caught her off guard, and she choked as he slid himself down her throat, the vibrations inciting more than enough pleasure to make him orgasm. However, he held himself back as he stilled, letting out a shuddering breath whilst doing so.

"God, you're fucking perfect..." Devon uttered hoarsely as he stared down at her.

When he had finally calmed down some, he began to move, thrusting his hips into her face, relishing the feeling he received from how her mouth moved up and down on him. He cursed softly as he felt his tip hit the back of her throat and make her gag again, something that moved her tongue against his length and only spurred him more.

"Fuck..." he grunted as his thrusts grew a bit sloppier before he finally released inside of her mouth, his seed shooting down her throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop.

(Y/N) coughed as he finally pulled away, wiping her mouth of any excess afterwards. Devon stared at her, watching as his dick once again grew hard at the sight of her all messed up because of him. Pushing her head down into the pillows, he rubbed his dick against her before slowly inserting himself inside, going slowly at first before driving into her faster, deeper, and much more passionately. Whispered words of praised descended from his lips as he pressed himself against her, his chest to her back, his hands gripping her arms on either side of her body.

Throughout the night, he pleasured her until she was left breathless.

Soon enough, she collapsed, exhausted.

Devon lay on his side as he watched (Y/N) sleep, her naked body peppered with bite marks, bruises, and a sheen of sweat due to how hard he had worked her, just like he promised himself he would earlier. He did so for two reasons, with one being something he couldn't put off any longer. His fingers traced light patterns into her arm before he then used his other hand to pull the covers over her form so she wouldn't be cold. Gently sliding himself off of the bed, he stood and dressed quickly before grabbing a lumpy bag full of what he needed to cement the job he had ordered to be fulfilled.

It was one he would carry out with glee.

After all, what he was about to do had been ordained in his twisted mind, and he knew it. He also knew he had to have worked quick, or else (Y/N)'s mind would be polluted, something he very well couldn't entertain.

Driving a few miles away from his apartment building, he then parked on a rather dark and abandoned road that was well out of the way of anything. Leaning against the hood of his car whilst throwing the bag at his feet, he dragged a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, inhaling deeply before he pulled the stick away to let out a stream of smoke into the night air. He rarely smoked, but that night, it seemed like the perfect occasion to do so.

A perfect celebration to do so.

Soon enough, another sleek car arrived, and a surly looking man dressed just as finely as Devon was exited the vehicle to approach him.

"Have you done what I asked?" Devon uttered.

"Of course," the unknown man nodded as he handed him a Polaroid picture that showed the dead bodies of not only Dante, but his parents to. "I staged it like a robbery gone wrong. You'll hardly be suspected at all, just like you wanted."

"Well done," Devon smirked. "The money's all there. Five hundred thousand, all in cash."

"Pleasure doing business," the man grunted as he grabbed the bag full of his and returned to his car before driving off, the red taillights of the vehicle soon disappearing in the inky blackness.

"Yes..." Devon mumbled. "A pleasure indeed..."

With that, he flicked open his light and held the flickering flame up to the photo, watching with curved eyes as the stock bent and curled with the fire. Dropping the photo to the ground, he then straightened his clothing out before returning to his own vehicle to drive back to where (Y/N) lay waiting for him, sleeping, unaware of what he had just done. Then again, he would ensure that she would never be aware.

Never.

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To be continued...