All Chapters of The Devil Owns Me Now: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Pain mixed with pleasure, sharp and hot. It made my cock fill out full now, leaking on my stomach. Leon kept at it, his mouth and hands working my chest until both nipples were red and swollen and throbbing.“Leon... fuck,” I whispered, pulling at his grip, but he held firm.He released my wrists finally, but only to trail his hands lower, his nails scraping my sides and over my ribs. I shivered, goosebumps rising on my skin.He sat back on his heels, his eyes raking over me like he owned every inch. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice deep and I did, my knees falling open, exposing my cock and balls, my ass still slick from the shower. He grabbed my thighs, pulling me wider, his thumbs digging into the muscle.Then he leaned in, his breath hot on my cock but he didn't touch it. Instead, he nuzzled my balls, his nose pressing them as he inhaled deeply.“It smells like us,” he growled, his tongue darting out to lick one, his tongue flat and wet. I moaned, my hands fisting the

“You’re mine,” Leon whispered, his voice rough. His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing it hard but putting just enough pressure to make my breath hitch and to remind me who was in charge. I arched up, needy, my hands clawing at his shirt to yank it off. He let me, shrugging it away, then grabbed my wrists in one big hand, pinning them above my head against the door. The position stretched me out, making me vulnerable, his free hand roaming down my chest, pinching my nipples sharp. Pain sparked up my body, mixing with pleasure and making me gasp. “Leon... please…”He smirked, that dark, hungry look that made my stomach flip. “You’re begging already? We're just starting.” He released my wrists but warned me with a glare, telling me not to move. I nodded, biting my lip, as he sat back a bit, undoing his belt slowly. The sound echoed in the car, building the tension. His jeans came down next and he shoved to his knees, his cock popping out, the long, thick, veins bulging

“Strip for me, Ronan,” he ordered, his voice dropping deeply. “There’s a lot of things you still need to be punished for.” I didn't know if I should be scared or turned on, but my body decided for me. With my hands shaking a bit, I shrugged off the robe, letting it pool at my feet. I was naked now, my skin prickling in the cool air. I parted my legs wide, my knees hooking over the chair arms, exposing everything, my hole twitching under his gaze and my cock stirring to life. He stepped closer, his eyes raking over me. “You’re such a good boy,' he murmured, popping the lube cap.He knelt between my legs, one hand on my thigh, spreading me wider. The other squeezed lube onto his fingers.“Relax,” he said, but his tone was that of a command, not comfort. I nodded, breathing deeply, as his finger circled my rim slowly, teasing me and pressing just the tip in, then out, back and forth, building that ache. “You’ve been bad, Ronan. You made me stress over you for months.”His finger p

“Leon…fuck!” I bucked under him, my hands in his hair. He sucked the head hard, his cheeks hollowing like mine had, then swallowed deeply and intensely with no mercy, bobbing his head fast at first, then with slow drags that made my toes curl. The feeling was so intense that it felt like I was going crazy. It was that god. His beard scraped my thighs, stubble rough on sensitive skin. One hand pinned my hip, the other fondled my balls, rolling them gently before tugging it sharply. The sensation was so good that I started to scream loudly. I was enjoying it so much. I thought I was actually tired and wouldn’t be able to go again but I was very wrong. I was here with my legs spread wide open, wanting more, needing more.I was close already, my body wired from the denial earlier. “I’m going to…. Oh my god…. shit…” I trailed off because Leon pulled off, blowing cool air on the wet tip, making me twitch. I knew he was going to make me beg, he just wouldn’t let me have my release withou

Ronan’s POVA year and half later.One and half years of my life was gone, swallowed by pain and black. My life? A nightmare I couldn't wake from. The last clear memory I had was the crash, Leon's blood, that trailer smashing us to hell. I woke up slow, my body aching everywhere, beeps and hums around me. Was I in the hospital? Yeah, all I could see was white walls, tubes in my arms, and monitors blinking. But at the same time, there were heavy chains, cold metal on my wrists and ankles, biting into skin. I was chained to the bed like some animal.“What the fuck?” I yanked hard on the chains, panicking. “Help! Get me out of here!” I screamed till my throat burned, my voice echoing empty halls but no one came quickly. Minutes went by and blood and my sweat soaked the sheets from exerting myself. Finally, the door opened and, two guys in suits, Leon’s men, I knew their faces from the house, walked in. Their eyes were hard, and their hands went to the guns under their jackets.“Leon!