Carlos De Vil X Reader Novels & Stories

“Before I turn around and slap you, please enlighten me who is so brave to feel up a complete stranger.” I am only but shocked to silence, but then I smile as I wrap my arms around that waist again, feeling her toned stomach underneath her dress, then I slowly whisper in her ear, “Xavien.” Then from complete nowhere, I only hear her utter in complete surprise, “Oh my god.” As she spins around, I feel a flush burn over my skin, yet I have not let go of my hands that are wrapped around her body. “Fuck, it is you.” “Yes, Mr. Caruso. Is this what you do in your spare time?”

Two girls she’d shared a study group with last semester glanced up from their phones and then glanced down again and one of them said something low that made the other laugh under her breath, and Elena kept walking with her chin down and her keys digging into her palm hard enough that she’d have crescent-shaped marks there later. “Elena.” She knew the voice before she turned. Carlos was leaning against the side of a black SUV parked along the curb and he pushed off it the moment she stopped walking. He was in jeans and a dark grey shirt with the sleeves shoved up his forearms and his hair was a little longer than the last time she’d seen him at the Cross house. He started toward her without

“Your body is still weak.” “I’m not weak,” she whispered, defiance flashing in her dull, tired eyes. She hated the sound of her own voice—shaky, thin, like someone else’s. Carlos crouched in front of her, one hand braced on the mattress beside her thigh. The position forced her to meet his gaze. His presence was overwhelming, so close, his scent of cedar and storm wrapping around her until it was the only thing she could breathe. “You’re pale as death,” he said roughly. “Don’t fight me on this.”

she panted as she moved the c*ck back and forth to her waiting mouth. Carlos, who had been knocking down beers finally stood up and declared it was time he got him some p*ssy. He roughly pushed me aside, yanked his pants down and pushed Riza down on the couch. The room was a regular orgy of sex with Lucas getting a blowjob, Carlos pounding Riza's hot box, and Richard lying across my back as he continued to pump his hot d*ck in my a*s. Carlos was the first to come with a loud groan as he pulled his d*ck out of Riza spraying his load on Riza's leg and her stomach.

He counseled her and held her tiny hands in his. Sapphire began to feel sick. Droplets of sweat start to settle on her forehead and her vision begins to go hazy. Dr Scroll was on time. He already expected it to happen. He carried the medicine and syringe in his pocket and was about to administer it when a strong arm stopped him. "What are you doing to her?" Came out a deep voice which Sapphire could easily recognize even in her sleep. ***** Carlos reached Dallas before time and found his wife waiting for someone. Blood rushed to his face, making his skin boil with heat. But he was a patient man. He needs to find out who his wife was dating.

she replied with a smile on her face, but I knew that she was just smiling but she was hurt and she didn't want to show it. I stared at her . I don't know what Carlos can do that he impregnated Danialla, what is happening, how can he do that. I couldn't believe that Carlos would do such a thing, he impregnated Danialla even after she found his mate, I don't know that he can do such a thing. I stared at her with piti in my eyes, but she was just smiling but I knew what was behind that smile. I knew she was hurt but she was smiling so that nobody would be worried about her.

He knew it was probably the mate bond messing with him but he couldn't help but think he would have felt the same way even without the mate bond. Xavier's eyes were still on Diana's calm and peaceful face when the front door which led into the house opened and the sound of heels clicking filled the house. Xavier wondered who it was but it didn't take long before he found out. Cara who had walked into the villa wasted no time in climbing up the stairs to the room she knew was Xavier's. She opened the door and her eyes scanned the room before finally resting on Xavier, her fiance. Her eyes took in his hand which lay on the woman's face which had stopped half stroke as he was stroking the stran

Although still covered in short jeans. “Cecilia stop it!” Carlos couldn't stand it any longer if Cecilia kept moving like this. His chest also felt two very dense and supple spheres rubbing against him. Feeling dizzy. It feels tight if you have to hold it in, but it's impossible to vent because Cecilia is Vano's future wife. "Dad, I can't stand it." Cecilia made a noise, getting off Carlos' body. Unbuttoning the man's trousers, put his hand in and greeted Carlos there.

The stronger his emotions get, the faster my breath escapes and my heart races in my chest. I reach the end of the hall, and that’s when I hear it. “I’m going to enjoy this…” a deep chuckle echoed off the walls. My heart drops, and I press myself against the wall, peeking around the corner. And that’s when I see them. Xavier was standing over Carlos, who is hanging upside down, his wrists bound above him, his neck wrapped in thick silver chains. His pants and briefs are gone. Xavier’s hands are on his waist, and his face twisted into a cruel grin.

WARNING: ⚠⚠️⚠️ This chapter contains explicit sexual content. For 18+ readers only Carlos came out of the shower and was drying his hair with a towel when he heard a loud banging on his entrance door. He waited a while, looking towards his bedroom door. He wasn't expecting anyone, except Eros had already found out about his little adventure with his woman. Eros was the devil's son and had ways of finding out about everything. It could also be that the b*tch Dimitra had run her mouth while trying to please him, or the slave whom Eros shot had decided to leak a secret to save her life.