Diavolo Themes Novels & Stories

she muttered. “How far along is she?” Jules inquired, watching the scowl appear on her face. He didn't know if it was wrong of him to ask, but he wanted to be sure he would not father a bastard. “Two months,” David said. Jules tilted his head as he did the calculation. He let out a relieved sigh when he realized he had indeed fathered the child. The last thing he wanted was to accept a bastard because he wanted an heir. Still, he believed Janice wasn't a whore and wouldn't push a child that wasn't his on him.

His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs… There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses. He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezing my breasts. Then he slid lower and started playing around my chest with his tongue, and gently biting my nipples. At the same time his hands went down my thighs ripping off my underwear. Then he started to stroke my inner thighs reaching deep inside me with his fingers

"I want him, he wants me, but we're not playing. Two Doms don't make a right." She chuckles at my play on words. "He was intense last night, almost volatile when he enacted his scene. He wants you bad and I've never seen him go after a Domme. There isn't a sub at El Diablo that doesn't want his collar." She gives me a level look before going on. "Every so often he'll contract with a sub. Those never last for more than a few months. Believe me it's not due to the subs wanting out. They fall in love with him. Hell, if I were sub material I'd fall in love with him." She shrugs. "Master D is known for losing interest quickly." She scrutinizes me slowly. "That said, he's behaving strangely. Every

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

Alessandro walked towards the torture bunker while waiting for his enforcer, Romero. He knew the man would be back very soon and the thought that he was coming with a Russian spy made his skin crawl with excitement, he had no idea how she managed to get to Romero but the game has just begun. if they thought he was capo for being this stupid then they need to think again, this man wasn’t someone they could mess with. This man is Alessandro Russo.

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

"They always say that they can handle me but they never are able to in the end. You don't have to be sorry about that." Diavolo turned to face him. "You may leave now Luca. I want to be left alone." He ordered and with a curt nod, Luca walked out of his master's bedroom. Diavolo approached his mirror and took off his mask. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and couldn't help the hate and anger that sizzled inside of him. He hated feeling this way but he doesn't regret it. As long as people feared him, he didn't care and when the time is right, he would avenge those who had hurt him. Most people would think that he was holding back because he was too scared to make a move. But In life,

I felt so dejected for the rest of the day. Diavolo calls with different numbers at first he speaks in a way that I won't be able to figure out who it was until after a while. All he does is to go on and on as to how I can't have peace and how he is out to make me regret my decision to marry Archer. To him it doesn't matter because he must have me back at all cost, and every obstacle in his way he was prepared to eliminate, Even if it was Archer or my Dad. I often wondered what was wrong with him, how could he think like that. I knew it was obsessions which was clouding his sense of reasoning or may he was going bananas. Once it crossed my mind that he might be need a psychiatrist help becau

Were you going to bring the poor boy into our world without letting him know of the danger he's into? "That's not true." She defended. "I'm here for Cara. Nothing else." He chuckled darkly, "For your sake... and... his, I hope so. Diavolo is insane. That's coming from me who isn't sane either. Do you know why I left my throne, why I'm hiding beneath my wife's father? Why I haven't walked up to him and torn out his limbs, gouged his eyes so he'll regret crossing me?" His voice remained steady, getting darker as he spoke.

I hated the sound of that but I loved that she hated the sound of that too. "Gloat all you want now, girl. You won't last a day with Diavolo." Her shit eating grin soon returned to her face, "I hope you'll have the same fire after you see what Hell is." Satisfied, she walked away. I wanted to drag her back by her hair and show herself how much fire I've got but she was the least of my worries. I didn't know a lot of Italian words but I knew what Diavolo meant. My soon-to-be husband wasn't just the devil as a criminal.