Page 27 of The Fallen Ones

“Hey. I think this would be an awesome costume.” I presented the items to her.

She stared at them for a moment before finally meeting my eyes. “A devil?”

“Yeah. Think about it. You’d be doing wicked little things all night long, hopefully. There isn’t a better costume out there. Plus, you look stunning in red, Lil bit.”

Her lips quirked in the corners for a moment before she looked back at the items in my hands.

“Try it on. You know you want to,” I coaxed.

She hesitated for a moment before taking the costume from me and going into the dressing room. I breathed out a sigh of relief and crossed my fingers.

The moment she stepped out to show me the costume, I nearly fell over. Fuck, I’d never seen a hotter woman in my entire life. My dick reared its head in my pants as I envisioned her legs in those boots wrapped around my waist as I fucked deep into her tight, virgin pussy.

“What do you think?” she asked, spinning in a circle for me.

“Uh, wow,” was the only answer I could get out of my mouth.

“Is it a wow good or a wow bad?” She twisted her fingers in front of her and licked her lips.

“It’s a wow good. You look…fuck, Lily. You look good.” I dug my phone out of my pocket and turned on the camera option.

“What are you doing?” she called out, her voice wobbling.

“Taking a picture so you can see you the way I see you,” I answered, half-lying and half-truth. I wanted her to see herself, but I also needed to get a photo off to Jace and Damien so they knew what she’d be wearing at the party.

I captured the picture and quickly went to show her.

She stared down at it for a long time before nodding her head.

“Yeah?” I asked. “You going to do it?”

“Yeah,” she answered, her voice breathy. “I am.”

“Awesome. Go get undressed and we’ll get this bought.”

She gave me a nervous smile before heading back into the dressing room.

I thumbed out a message to our group task to the guys with her photo attached.

Caleb: She has her costume. Damien, you fucking owe me.

Jace: God. Damn.

Damien: You owe me. You’re welcome.

Caleb: I’d rather she be an angel.

Damien: She is…until she’s not.

Jace: I don’t even care what she is other than mine.

Caleb: Ours. Not yours. Remember our deal.

Jace: Whatever. Ours.

Damien: Don’t try to steal her for yourself, Jace. You think we have problems now. Fuck me over on this and the shit we went through will be a fucking picnic next to what I’ll do to you if I don’t get what’s coming to me.

Jace: Fuck off.

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