Romans & histoires Devil Is Beating His Wife

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

Devika stood up on her feet and said crying, "No. I will never cheat you. I love you, Abhi" Saying that she tried to caress his cheek when she felt an impact on her face again. She tried to say something when she again felt another slap. Abhinav said yelling, " You are like your mother. A whore!! A bitch!! You can't love your husband. You cheater!!" Saying all this Abhinav started beating devika with his belt in the kitchen. The whole time when he was beating her, he called her by dirty names but devika only said that she loves him. She never cheated on him.

“You look beautiful. That’s why you can’t entertain me.” The woman held the devil’s arm. The latter’s expression instantly darkened. “I don’t like your touch. Take your hand off me before I chop it off.” “You crazy son of a bitch!” she hissed and let go. His Grace just grinned and waved goodbye. He was about to walk away when he heard the human whisper something. “That wench! If I see her again, I will scratch her face! How dare that filthy woman spoil the fun?!” In an instant, the human coughed up blood. The devil glared at her. “I am the only one who is allowed to bully her. Say those words one more time and I’m going to rip your throat. Now, get out! All of you!”

he still said. "Just like you, I made a deal with the devil," she coldly stated. Her husband slowly looked up at her, and he lifted himself off the floor. His mouth was half-opened. He couldn't believe what he just heard from her. "What the hell, Janet? Can't you see how that messed me up? Why did you even do that?" "I am a mother more than your wife, and you do not know just how willing I am to go, I am more willing than you'll ever be. To gamble my soul more fearlessly than you did," she told him.

I honestly cannot picture the Devil being much worse than this man that ice seen do despicable things to his wife that he claims to love and to his biological daughter, the Devil will have to bring some mean competition to beat this man. "I'll do you one, you don't mess up my deal I don't mess up your mother, do we have an agreement?" He offers like the Devil he is, he mock offers a handshake and I refuse to touch him, he insists, staring me deep in the eyes with his palm stretched out toward me, tired of the eye contact I reach out and shake the old Devil's wrinkled hand.

Kerri, the woman I desired, the woman that plagued my dreams, is broken, betrayed and vengeful. Perfect. Because a woman who has lost everything doesn’t need comfort. She needs a devil. And I’m the only man wicked enough to play that role for her.

I turned back to him. And saw red. I didn’t wait for him to speak. I grabbed him by the shirt collar, slammed him into the tiled wall, and drove my fist into his ribs again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I growled. Blood smeared his lip. He spat to the side, still dazed. “You’re hitting me over some whore?” he hissed, trying to push back. I smashed his head into the wall again. “Does she look like a whore to you? Did I say she was one? Even if I was with a fucking whore, you'd dare to touch her without my permission, Giancarlo? Is that what you want—your death served cold?”

“It would give you a position of power the Thornes could never touch. A name that would force them to open every door they’ve locked against you.” I shoved the tablet back at her as if it had burned my hands. “No. Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind? You want me to marry a stranger? A man they call the devil?” “I want you to win!” she shot back, her own temper flaring. “What’s your plan, Evie? To manage other people’s money forever? To just be… better than you were? He needs a wife. You need a weapon. It’s a transaction.” “It’s selling myself!”

He scolds me. I turn back to my fans and wave them. "I'm taking you home, does your husband know you're here?" "Husband?" I huff. "He's a monster....I hate him" "What?" "Don't take me to him" "You need to go home" "No!" I snatch my hand from his grip and sits in the ground. "He's... he's the devil...I don't w*...nna go!" "Ok, fine. I'll take you to my place"

“You’re a man now. All grown and tough and strong.” I swallow a thick lump that forms in my throat. The fireplace casts shadows on his face , making him look like a creature out of nightmares. Outside the floor to ceiling windows, lightning flashes. I swear I see his eyes glowing. Goosebumps cover my skin, and I meet his eyes. “Whatever you think you're doing with my wife, end it. Now.” “Why?” “Because she's my wife! That's why!” “Why?” Frustration bubbles in my gut. “She's not one of your…your whores! Don't you fucking touch her! She's mine, is that clear?!”