Diabolik Lovers Subaru Novels & Stories

he pointed at the car beside them and handed her the keys. Staring at the Subaru WRX STI Cassandra's eye stung, she wasn't a fan of fast cars and the car looked ugly to her. Blinking away her tears and smiling she said, "it's, it's fine, I will thank Mr. Storm when I see him again."

"Between the first car and the fourth which do you think would win?" My gaze shifted to the said cars, their engines growling like feral animals. The first car a pink BMW M3, owned by Dante's latest fling, Alana and the fourth car, a black Toyota supra, owned by his next fling, Melody. "It doesn't matter," I muttered, my voice low eyes glued to the cars. "Come on, don't be boring," Dante grinned. "Pick one." "Which one do you wish to win?" He hummed, his brows furrowed as he gave it a thought. "It really doesn't matter." He said finally. "But for you it might."

“He’s got his father backing him—you saw the way this is staged.” Darius crouched down and ran fingers along the asphalt. His face lit with the small, ugly satisfaction of a hunter. “They switched to bikes,” he said. “Ducati—Diavel. High-torque. Look at the skid pattern.” He tapped the ground with a gloved finger. “They left fast, two up on each. They moved light and fast—no time for the cars to follow.”

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

The limo had a seal so the driver couldn't see what we were doing, not that it would bother him any ways. "I love you so much baby", Daryl groaned before biting on my neck. I moaned softly as I tangled my hands in his hair and pulled on it. We weren't even at the hotel yet and things were so heated. His hand went to my belly and we both looked. Our movements stopped and our lustful faces broke out into a smile. "Our little munchkin", he said rubbing my belly with so much love. We still didn't know the gender as yet but it dosent matter what gender, we will still love it just as much.

I spoke up, cutting him off immediately and now I wish I never did cause he hits the table with his hands and his eye aflame. “You like him?” I nod and didn’t say a word. “No the person you love is me.” He said in a domineering voice and a twinkle of an eye, he leans over and possesses my lips with his, this must be what they said about a jealous boyfriend. The kiss lasted for seconds maybe minutes because the taste of his lips on mine was so amazing that I couldn’t push him away, even if we were kissing at an open place and eyes may be watching at us. He leans back and a smile flashed through his face, all the anger was gone and replace with a charming smile while I try to catch my breath.

She stared at me, trying to figure me out. “I’ll go a step further—if you let me keep Jezebel, in three full moons I'll take Marianna as my mate. She is a beautiful girl. It would be my honor.” I added, and I meant it. Marianna with her fiery red hair, and freckled face, was very attractive.

Deacon leaned forward and pushed a button on the dashboard, and hard rocking music from blink-182 blasted from the speakers. "I love this!" I lifted my arms into the air and closed my eyes. I heard Deacon's answering chuckle fly past me. A moment later, I felt him grab my hand, and when I opened my eyes, he raised my knuckles to his lips. My pulse was throbbing as adrenaline raced through my blood, and all I could think about was how much I wanted him. I wanted to climb onto his lap right now and impale myself on his cock, riding him until we were both screaming and spent. I wanted him to lay me out across the hood of his car, hold me down and fuck me hard.

Mason’s car was low and sleek. An Aston Martin DB10, which Lisa only knew because she researched cars for her characters. She didn’t own a car and therefore didn’t drive, but she did like to look at them and this one was really pretty. It was a dark grey with low-profile tires and custom wheels and as she slid into the leather seat, she knew it must have cost a small fortune and was worth every penny. Mason revved the deep-throated engine and Lisa squeezed her legs together as it rumbled through her body. Was it weird that the sound gave her a thrill more akin to those found in the bedroom? Her cheeks heated at the thought and she turned her head to look out of the window to hide her flush f

“Possessive, amore mio?” “Always,” I whispered, nipping his ear. “You’re mine.” We hit the next mark, a Colombian cartel rep eyeing the Chevrolet Suburban. “10-speed auto, 420 hp V8, weighs 8,000 pounds armored,” he said, impressed. “How much?” Dante smirked, arm around me. “Bids start high, señor. Eagerness drives the price.” The man laughed. “You two are a team. Dangerous.” “Damn right,” Dante said, pulling me closer as another VIP, a French banker, approached too eagerly, his gaze on my legs.