Novel & Cerita Carlos De Vil X Reader

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.

Alexi silences my tears with another kiss, fuelled by longing and raw passion and I give in to it hungrily, wrapping my arms and legs around him and losing myself in the most dangerous place in the world. In Alexi Carrero. Breaking away to catch my breath, I find myself back against his forehead, eyes re-joining. I trace his features with gentle fingers and admire the beauty of my devil man. “You need to relax, drink some wine and trust that I won’t cross your boundaries. You are in control of what happens between us.” He runs his fingers up my spine and tangles them in the tips of my hair, brushing through and then repeating the hypnotic touch over again.

Blood pulls from the small cut and before Rosa could react, Vadim slammed his lips on hers. Her eyes widen and she tries all her might to fight him but when she felt his blood slowly entering her mouth, filling it to a brim despite its small cut, she moaned, eyes squint and forced to swallow the thick metallic salty liquid. She had thought she would vomit the liquid out and too bad for Vadim to swallow his shit back but nothing like that ended up happening. In fact, what she sees made her question who Armand Makkari really was...

“Nice to meet you, Vida.” I blinked. “Wait, how do you know my…” “It’s right there in your ID.” Then she paused, glancing between me and Khaelon like she was figuring something out. “We’re actually in the same class this semester. Literature and Comparative Ethics.” “You’re in that class too?” I asked, eyebrows shooting up. She laughed. “Yeah. I saw your name on the roster and thought it sounded familiar. And now here we are.” I was just starting to relax when I felt the heat of Khaelon’s stare again. I looked over at him.

Marcel stares at his wife before looking down. “Wouldn't you like to know how I found out?” Marcel asks. “It doesn't matter. You got the culprit. Do what you want to him,” Carlos shrugs, turning to leave but Valerie moves fast and strikes a slap against his face. The noise slices sharply through the air. My mouth drops in shock. Carlos' face turns to the side like her slap was strong. Perhaps it was because the way she trembles with rage, her wolf's aura presses heavily around us.

*Victoria POV* Carlos drove me back to the Russo Villa. I hadn't yet gotten myself, so he took me in his arms inside. "Thank you!" I mumbled softly while he helped me take out my shoes and jewelry and ducked me under the duvet. He strode into the bathroom before the noise of running water filled my ear—he was having his bath; I was too weak to go and do the same.

Miguel’s men fired back, but the enemy was too many. Ximena’s heart raced. She covered her ears as explosions shook the house. The air was filled with smoke. Through the smoke, she saw him. Carlos. He walked into the courtyard calmly, hands behind his back. His men cleared the way. He stopped in the centre and looked up. His eyes met hers. And he smiled. Ximena froze. Miguel saw him too. His jaw clenched. He lifted his gun. But Carlos didn’t flinch. He tilted his head, still smiling, daring him to shoot.

Agatha doesn't understand why Carlos did all this to her ! Carlos squeezed the woman's breasts, until the sexy moan was heard again. Carlos's head tilted upwards, it could be seen that he was really enjoying the hot romance. Meanwhile, Agatha was very disgusted by that vulgar sight. "You must be thinking, why am I doing all this to you, right?" asked Carlos, as his hands wandered down to rub the woman's vagina shamelessly in front of Agatha. Carlos, who can not stand it anymore, "I like it when your vagina is one with mine, honey" whispered Carlos sensually in her ear, sparking passion.