Satanโ€™s Angel

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The โ€œCriminalsโ€

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Satan took my hand in his big one, I didn't even know that my hands were this tiny until he held them. He lead me through the crowd and to the booth he was sitting at previously.

He made me sit on the inside and he sat beside me so I trapped between his body and the wall, and honestly I have never felt any safer, his body warmth felt amazing I just wanted to snuggle up to him and never let go.

What am I even saying? I thought to myself, I have never said or felt this way about any guy I've met before.

A bunch of big tattooed men came and joined us at the table. "Yo, Satan, move over man!" One of them said to Satan who then looked down at me and picked me up and sat me on his lap.

A squeak left my mouth at that, he sat with his back slightly to the wall with me on his lap. The men around us looked so confused and they kept looking at me weirdly making my cheeks crimson red. So, I did the next best thing to hide my embarrassment, I hid me face in Satan's chest and wrapped my arms around his torso.

I felt his body stiffen under my touch and when I was about to pull away he wrapped his arms around my waist holding me as close as humanely possible.

Gasps were heard from the men around us, which only made me blush more.

When they all started talking and didn't comment on me sitting there in the big man's lap I had finally calmed my red cheeks down. I turned my head to the right pressing my left cheek on Satan's warm chest and started playing with his cutโ€”I think that's what bikers call it. I knew he was a biker the golden skull with blood red roses and devils horns with the bold lettering of "Golden Devils" on the back of his cut kind of gave it away, I also knew the guys around us were from the same biker club as well.

But what I didn't know was what rank he was in club. I knew very little about biker clubs and mafias as my parents always told me to stay away from these "criminals" as they liked to put it. But it didn't feel this way with Satan, I know I should be scared even his name should scare me but I wasn't I felt quite the opposite actually, I felt safe.

I've never felt safer in my whole nineteen years of life than at this moment and I just meet him like half and hour ago.

"You good there, Angel?" He asked as he glanced down at me and started to stroke my hair softly.

I hummed closing my eyes at the feeling of his hands. "I'm good," I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

He had an emotion in his eyes that I couldn't read, he looked into my eyes then down at lips then back up licking his lips while doing so. It made me feel all weird and apparently it showed on my face.

"What is it Angel?" He asked again this time giving me a look that told me I had to tell him what I was feeling.

I leaned up so that my mouth was near his ear. "You make me feel all weird and tingly," I whispered in his ear confused why I'm feeling this way, confused why he makes me feel this way.

He then made a groaning noise and placed his head into my neck leaving some soft butterfly kisses which did not help with the tingly going all over my body.

"Where are you feeling tings, Angel." It was not a question it was a demand, his voice was slightly muffled.

"Everywhere," I pouted running my hand through his dirty blond hair. The way we were sitting felt so comfortable I didn't want to get up.

"What are you doing to me, Angel?" He asked, but I think it was more to himself than to me.

My eyes widened as I felt something poking the back of my thigh. "What's that?" I asked confused on what could it be. I bounced a bit trying to get ride of the feeling.

"Baby, are you trying to kill me?" He groaned biting me ear lightly. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up at the sensation.

"No!" I gasped at what he asked. "of course not," I said my voice breaking at the end.

"No, baby, I didn't mean it like that," He told me, his eyes softening but still had a dark look that me squirm.

"Than like what?" My eyebrows frowned in confusion trying to make scenes of what he was saying.

"God, you turn me on so much, baby," He throw his head back.

"What does that mean?" I was only getting more confused at this point.

He looked at he like I had grown two heads. "You're telling me that you do know what this means?" He asked thrusting his hips up and the poking was there again just harder this time around.

I just shook my head looking down at my lap, ashamed that I didn't know what he was talking about. He placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my head up our eyes meeting.

"Such an innocent good girl," He breathed into my ear, these words were doing so many weird things to me.

I looked up to see Cora looking around the dance floor trying to find me, well I assumed she was.

"I have to go," I told Satan and swallowed hard as the sensation of his word still stayed.

"No, don't go, Angel," He pleaded as I was about to get off his lap but he didn't let me, he held onto my waist with his gigantic tattooed arms, at least that's how they looked around my waist.

"I'm sorry I can't," I said softly kissed his cheek. "Thank you, for everything." I smiled at him and got up this time he let me go.

I walked around the guy the was previously sitting down besides Satan and Iโ€”who stood up after I said I needed to go.

I went up to Cora and we couldn't find Kai so we just took a cab and were on our way back to our apartment.

Sitting on my bed I though over the night from its beginning to its end and seemed to notice that the only thing I liked about tonight was when I was with Satan.

But I probably won't be seeing him again, that thought upset me to no end but I had a feeling that whatever I was thinking wasn't true.

At least I hoped it wasn't.

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