Carlos De Vil X Reader Novels & Stories

Cara walks into the sitting room to a welcoming view of the two brothers, one in a grey suit reading today's newspaper and the other, shirtless and pressing his phone. It will take Cara sometime to get used to the similar faces but she doesn't mind waking up to this view. Xander is the first to notice her presence as he looks up from his newspaper and gives her a quick glance then focuses on his newspaper again. "Hey you," Xavier looks up from his phone. Cara walks over to sit on the couch where Xander is sitting, shifting a little purposely ensuring she inches close to him. He looks up from his newspaper gives her a weird look which she expects.

Instead of reading, Ricardo tucks his chin over Carlos’s shoulder and nuzzles into the crook of his neck. It’s a little distracting, to be honest, and Carlos’s gaze flickers. “For someone who didn’t like me yesterday, you really like cozying up to me,” he laughs. “Not my fault,” the alpha mumbles against his skin. “Makes me feel better. Stupid soul mate bond.” “Is that why you were sweating when I left for half an hour?” “Dunno. Feel sick whenever you leave. Got anything in your book about that?” Carlos flips the pages over to the index and scans through the contents. “Mhm, here it is,” he grabs a handful of pages to track down the page number and points at what he thinks might give an expla

“Thank you, Alpha.” But Carlos didn’t respond to her, as his focus had already moved to Xander. “I caught you in the act.” He said, calm and lethal. “Scheming with known criminals. Collaborating with Ella to traffic a helpless girl. Spying, manipulation, and weaponizing an ex-Luna’s trauma for your gain. The list goes on ...” Like a fallen Alpha, Xander tried to compose himself, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. He pushed himself upright, but the fear in his eyes betrayed the bravado he clung to as Carlos questioned him.

EMILYS POV The private villa is quiet. Carlos was moved here, to his private villa, to recover. It’s Carlos’s place to heal and mine too, though I don’t know it at first. Carlos is unconscious for the first day and delirious for the next two. But I stay. I stay through the fevers, the nightmares, the clenched fists and incoherent murmurs. I stay through the silence. And now… he’s finally getting better. His chest rises steadily and the colour is slowly returning to his skin. His cheeks no longer look so hollow. His breathing is no longer ragged. Each time his eyes open and stay open just a little longer, I feel like I can finally exhale.

I begin feeding her , while still talking to her. “My queen…” I hear the voice that I had been dying to hear ever since I woke up from my unconscious state. My head snaps to the entrance to see a very dirty and sweaty Xavier. Though his face and hands were covered in dirt , and his clothes were soaked with perspiration , I could not help but feel attracted to him. I feel my eyes are latched on to him , it felt so hard to tear them away. I noticed every single detail about him – from the way his chest rose and fell from his rapid breathing , to the tiny droplets of sweat that dripped from the tip of his hair. He was simply a sight for sore eyes , though dirty.

There are 2 ones were and aggressive but Xavier’s words were clipped and his body language closed off and although the other man smiled here there was an antagonistic quality to his manner stop More than one is ghee street to her but Xavier made no effort to introduce her and she grew increasingly uncomfortable. Then abruptly the man turned to her and stuck out his hand. “Hola, Diego de la Velga. Mucho gusto.” Cara froze. De la Velga? Did she hear them correctly? these 2 were family? Not wanting to appear rude she put her hand in his and said simply ,”Cara Welsh.” Instantly she regretted offering her handful stop the way he gripped her fingers and sent his gaze travelling down her body as if

After two hours~~~~~~ I felt someone taping me on my legs. "Please I want to sleep let me be!"I muttered drowsily. But the hit kept on coming,I have no other option but to open my eyes. Carlos was standing in front of me with his hair ruffled and flopped. "Carlos what happened to you?"I asked standing up from the couch. He smells of alcohol. Have Carlos started drinking?? Author Pov.. Romina can't help but feel sorry for Carlos As she was still thinking of what to do to him.

He circled Xavier slowly, shaking his head as though disappointed in a pet. “Unseal his mouth,” he commanded. “I want to hear him scream. Beg in tears. That’s the fun part.” The guards obeyed without hesitation, ripping the seal away from Xavier’s mouth. He gasped and screamed, his voice raw and frantic. Carlos picked up a pair of pliers, clicking them menacingly. Xavier flinched, his eyes darting to the cold metal, his heart hammering. Every step Carlos took felt heavier than the last. “Let’s start with your dick. Shall we?” Carlos said, his tone casual, almost playful.

All smiles and welcoming for him. "God, Carl. You are so pretty. Makes me want to do so many things to you". Xavier sprawled his hand on her tummy, feeling the softness seeping under his skin. "What things"? Caroline whispered. Xavier looked at her once before bending down. He pulled her lacy bra into one cup and nipped at her nipple. Caroline racked her fingers in his hair, urging him to do more. He knew what she wanted and he was all there to give it to her.

He comes to me, kisses me and then comes to my ear and whispers, — What a wonderful woman you are, Doce. I open my frightened eyes and find Carlos staring at me. I run my arms around my husband’s neck and let him penetrate me slowly. I feel his body slip between my thighs, but my mind is in the memory I had of X. Why? Why did he come back? Why does he still mess with me? ***