Novel & Cerita Diavolo X Reader

he closed his eyes. "I never wanted to become a devil but I became what was taught to me. It wasn't my fault yet now I have become so habitual of it that I can't live a normal life" I gulped and my heart melted. "I was living the life of mafia when one day I met Elena accidentally," he said and I snapped my eyes at him "she slapped me which hurt my ego and I promised myself to ruin her completely. I blackmailed her, I told her that I will kill her family if she doesn't marry me. She got ready but she never liked me. And how could she? How could an angel like a monster?" he gulped "Day by day my infatuation and madness for her keep on increasing. That happened because all my life I was alone

He pressed a button and his voice came into my headphones: “Whatever you're planning, my answer is yes. He could read me so well. I slid my hand down his thigh, toward his crotch. He didn't stop me, just raised his eyebrow. I found his cock and squeezed, satisfied when his head fell back and he closed his eyes. — Cazzo, you're making me hard again. —Isn't that the point? — Not before my meeting. Then you can do whatever you want. — He took my hand, kissed my fingers and placed it on my lap. — Can we stay on the boat for a while? - If you want. We could even sleep out here. Marco can pick us up in the morning. That sounded like heaven. — I like it when you spoil me with sex and walks. —Then g

And now, they knew exactly who to target to make me bleed. Matteo pulled on his jacket and holstered a blade against his hip. The way he moved was different now. Less lover, more predator. “I’ll call in the Diavlo,” he said. “We don’t go in blind.” As he opened the hidden drawer beneath the wardrobe and pulled out another gun, I followed him with the same chill settling into my bones that always came when blood was about to be spilled. This wasn’t just business anymore. They took her. And someone was going to pay for that.

Dante Moretti was angry again. The Devil was angry again. And when the devil is angry, blood follows. He stood still—silent—shoulders squared, chest rising and falling like a man barely holding himself back from ruin. He couldn't believe what his ears heard from Alessia’s mouth. His eyes, once clouded with concern, were now burning coals. Dark. Unforgiving. Dangerous. The kind of stare that made grown men drop to their knees. The kind that whispered of violence without ever raising its voice.

“It’s about the girl.” The girl whose pussy I can still smell all over me. Instead of mentioning that, I decide to play dumb and ask, “What girl?” “Diavolo, don’t blame dumb. You know what girl I’m talking about. My fucking fiancée,” he whispers harshly. I can’t help but smile. Yes, I’m fucked up, but knowing how up in arms he is over his fiancée, one would think if he really cared about her, he wouldn’t have gambled with her life the way he did.

I continued, wanting him to give in, wanting him to break. His breathing was fast and I knew he was fighting it so bad. He could have walked out but he was still here—In the shower with me. “No!! No!!” Xander suddenly growled, clutching his head and then suddenly he stopped. His breathing uneven and then slowly he turned. I almost came at the sight in front of me as a smirk took over my lips. “Hello Dario, I've missed you," I said as I bit my lips. The look in his eyes was dangerous, the delicious type of dangerous. The one that promised nothing but pleasure and punishment.

Elena’s heart pounded as she watched him kneel before her, his dark eyes never leaving hers. “Helios…” she whispered, her voice trembling. But he didn’t let her finish. His mouth was on her in an instant, his tongue flicking against her sensitive flesh with a precision that made her gasp. He teased her mercilessly, his tongue tracing slow, torturous circles around her clit before dipping lower, exploring her depths with a hunger that left her writhing. Elena’s hands flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the damp strands as she pulled him closer, desperate for more. Helios chuckled against her, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine. “You’re so fucking wet for me already,” he murmure

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

The old man said while begging to Callum. I bit my lower lip and looked at Callum with emotionless eyes as he looked at the old man. He then, smirked evilly. “I hope you thought about that before you fucking did that to me, Mr. Domingo. You do know how evil I am when it comes to this kind of betrayal. I hope you remember.” I looked at the old man again. He fell to his knees weakly on the floor. He’s now crying while kneeling in front of Callum. But the latter looks ruthless and heartless while looking down at him.

Margarette almost couldn't recognize him. He, then, spoke tenderly against her ear. "But the thing here is that... I'm afraid I'm already at my limit. My tolerance could no longer take it." He planted a kiss on her cheek. "Ty uspeshno sprovotsiroval d'yavola vo mne, detka..." (You've successfully provoked the devil within me, baby..." And just like that, Margarette finally realized that she was, indeed, dealing with a devil. Zeus was right. Xavier is someone you might wish not to encounter at all.