Devils Line Manga Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

-------------------------------------------------------------- A/N HeLlO EvErYoNe This chaptor was kinda intense 😬😳 But i hope yall liked it :) But anyways have a great day guys Love yall 💚

Sebastian places his finger just around the side of her back; they begin to draw a straight line up her spine while he leans closer towards her till he is glued to her back, his wholeness pressing against her from behind. Maria doesn't make a sound – she only bites her lips as she shuts her eyes. She has become super sensitive from the weeks of not having any attention from Sebastian. She aches more, pressing her top against the wall and giving just enough ‘s’ shape that she is technically glued to Sebastian and can feel every part of him on her steamed flesh.

She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties. Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission. “Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very. His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

The darker the night was, the shinier the stars were sparkling on the dark sky making it more alluring. But I was not allured because I was still on my bed with my eyes glued on the phone reading the chapters of this mafia book. So the ML didn't actually rape the FL, he just teared her clothes, kissed her body and then left her all alone to sulk. But he almost raped her, which is unforgivable and unforgettable. Now only three more chapters are remaining and I think that Angel, now has a soft corner towards devil and devil has already fallen in love with Angel. But I hope she rejects him and kill him brutally like he did with her family and boyfriend.

“I’ve always wondered why you’re called the Mafia Devil.” His gaze was sharp, sizing me up like a hunter calculating his kill. “Quite amazing... dodging bullets like they’re mere raindrops.” He laughed softly, dark and bitter. “But today? Today, I plan to create a legend — the legend of ending the life of the Mafia Devil.” His words hit me like a slap. I allowed myself a slow, sardonic smile. “Really? You think you can do that?” The air around us seemed to thicken, the standoff stretching out like a taut wire ready to snap.

Akshara thought, “Why talk, do your devilish act. Every inch of skin is craving for you, your touch. Just do it, and end my suffering.” Dev was awestruck after reading her mind and he lowered his head towards her lips to end her suffering. Akshara talked back, “I can’t read your mind? (Akshara heaved her chest to fill her outbreathe lungs) Can you do that?”

Devil magic, pure evil eroticism. From behind, his invisible extension ate my ass deeper, tongue splitting into three—impossible, wicked—rimming, fucking, vibrating all at once. I screamed his name—still didn’t know it, just “Devil”—as orgasm three crashed, body seizing, squirting in arcs that he lapped up mid-air with another phantom tongue.

When Monica turned to look at him, he snarled the rest of his words, "Why else do you think I detest Dukedom?" She smiled and blinked, "Looking on the bright side, you met me." Gawking at the way her lips curved to a teasing smirk, he cautiously looked away and put a grip around the bottle of rum, "This may hurt." And it did... Monica suppressed a groan unsuccessfully when the liquid ran down her back just across the wound. But the effect had just begun. The spiking sensation afterwards could have made her shriek. However, Philip put his arms supportively around her shoulders, urging her still and sending an assuring smile to her.