All Chapters of The Devil Has Feelings Too : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ANDREA I didn’t expect him to kiss me again.Not after everything. Not after the way he always looked at me like I was some plague he couldn’t wait to quarantine, like every word I spoke was nails dragging across his nerves. Not after that first kiss he gave me months ago. The wild, angry, and over in an instant, as if he regretted it the second his lips left mine.I had told myself it was a mistake. His mistake.But here we were again, and this time?He didn’t stop.One second we were arguing like we always did, something about me being at the club, about the dress I was wearing, about me being a “damn exhibitionist" and the next, his hand was in my hair, and his mouth was on mine, and the entire world outside the car ceased to exist.His lips crushed into me like he was starving.Not soft. Not sweet.Hungry.Hot.Possessive.His hand cupped the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair as his mouth claimed me like he’d been waiting far too long to do this again. He tasted like

AZZURRAIt had been three weeks since I got out of the hospital, and still, Mrs. Summers and her army of maids treated me like I was made of glass. Adriano and I have been living peacefully to say this least.Actually scratch that, random things appeared in my room. A bouquet of roses, a box of chocolate, and a box of jewelry. I never knew a man like Adriano could be romantic.I tried to sneak into the kitchen this morning, determined to resume some of my usual chores. Hell, I would’ve been happy to just peel a damn potato but the second the head maid spotted me holding a knife, she damn near snatched it from my hand like I was planning a murder. "Azzurra," she tsk, her face a portrait of disapproval. "You're still recovering. Go rest.""I am rested," I muttered, but she was already bustling me back toward the hallway like I was a misbehaving toddler.Someone had put her up to this. Mrs. Summers. Even her name sounded like she should be sunny and bright, full of smiles and lemonade

AZZURRAThe moment we got back to the house, Adriano's anger was a storm barely held in check.He barked an order I didn’t quite catch, and a woman in scrubs, a nurse probably on some private retainer, appeared out of nowhere. I was ushered upstairs like I was made of glass, my protests swallowed by the sheer force of Adriano’s presence. He directed the nurse into his room not a guest room, not some sterile medical room but his personal fucking sanctuary.The nurse cleaned the graze carefully, murmuring reassurances I barely heard. I was too busy watching Adriano, standing stiffly in the corner like a lion forced to watch his wounded cub be tended by someone else. His hands were fisted at his sides, jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked dangerously. His suit jacket was still splattered with my blood, and he hadn’t even bothered to change. When the nurse finally patched me up, giving strict instructions about resting, I was too exhausted to argue. The adrenaline crash hit me li

AZZURRAHis fingers were still inside me when he whispered, “Are you sure?”I met his gaze without hesitation, breathless but steady. “Adriano, if you stop now, I’ll never forgive you.”That was all it took.He stood, tugging me up with him, eyes locked on mine. I clutched his shoulders as he backed me against the garden wall hidden by thick rose bushes, fingers trembling as he unfastened his belt and pushed down his slacks.The world faded. There was only the heat of his skin, the tension in his muscles, the hunger in his eyes.He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist just as he pressed into me, slowly at first, stretching, filling me until my head fell back and a broken sound escaped my throat.“God,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck, “You feel—”I silenced him with a kiss, fingers threading through his hair as he began to move, hard and deep, rocking into me with fierce need.The garden echoed with the sound of our breathless moans, the soft rustle of leaves, and

ADRIANOI lay there, tangled in the sheets that still smelled like her, rose and something sweeter I could never quite place. Azzurra. She'd run off like the damn house was on fire the second she heard my mother was back.It made me chuckle at first. Typical Azzurra, trying so hard to win favor when she already had my fucking heart but then, as the minutes ticked by and her scent began to fade from my skin, I couldn't help but wonder: why the hell was she so scared of my mother?It wasn't the first time I'd noticed it. Every time the Luna walked into a room, Azzurra practically shrank into herself and yeah, my mother was intimidating as hell. You didn't run this pack for decades without making people quake in your presence but it was more than that. It was like Azzurra thought she was one misstep away from being exiled or worse.She didn't understand. I wouldn't let anything happen to her. Not from my mother and definitely not from anyone.It wasn’t just about respect. Azzurra practic