Diavolo X Reader Novels & Stories

He kept touching her sensually and lovingly as they both drowned themselves in the lustful and passionate make-out session. After finally quenching his thirst, he slowly pulled off and opened his eyes. His eyes were heavily drunk in lust and carnal desire. Diana’s eyes were still closed as she took long deep breaths. Her cheeks had turned into the darkest shade of pink and her ears were glowing red. Her soft pink lips had swollen up due to his lewd assault but it only craved him to kiss those petals more and more. Zachary leaned forward and brushed his lips on hers and slowly kissed them. Diana gasped as he started licking her lips to soothe the pain that his ravening kiss had caused on her

I can not more. — Free yourself, Dalia. — X!!!!!! - scream, holding his head against my body. Spasms run all over my body as X continues sucking me without the slightest fear. — Delicious... as always, Doce. - praises X standing up and throwing his body against mine.

VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEW Bar code. That was the first place g****e suggested to meet hot strangers in Islanvia and that is just what I need to forget Diego and his betrayal, that is just what I need to forget that boring snob Giovanni. I had to slip some pill into Giovanni drink to avoid fucking him, he is just so annoying ugh! I hate how disrespectful he was to his future wife Leilani, openly flirting with me, he is so disgusting.

I started moving again, still slow, still cruel, riding the edge of his sanity. His voice came out wrecked around the gag. “Faster—fuck—please—” I smiled, lifted almost all the way off, and slammed back down. “Fuckkk!!! Elena…” he screamed. I did it again, again, again. Then leaned down, breasts swaying, and whispered, “Have you learnt your lesson, Diavolo?” His eyes flashed, dark, dangerous, and so fucking amused it made me clench around him hard. I kept the pace glacial, rolling, grinding, letting him feel every inch of the torture he usually gave me. He couldn’t answer, he was crying now, tears of pure frustration gathering at the corners of his eyes.

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.

“Noel. Please. I do any- ffffffuck.” “What were you trying to say?” Noel typed out, sitting on Eden’s thing, just below his shaft, their skin rubbing against each other. “I’ll … I’ll … I’ll do anything, damn it!” He shouted, glaring at Noel who looked like he was having way too much fun. “Don’t look at me like that. I am going to get harder.” “You really are a masochist.” Noel typed out, getting to his feet and walking to Eden, brushing his hair out of his face to see his lust-filled eyes. “If I give you what you want, what will be in it for me?”

the man commented and frightened as a kitten, her breath slowed. He approached her with his light step and bent down to face her with his, where she saw those cold blooded eyes. "Welcome to my den, Miss Davidson." "W-why..am I!? Who are you?" Hailey brought courage in her hell bent heart but she saw him chuckling at her words. "Who are you..hmm. It seems my guess was right that you don't know who you are, isn't it so?" Hailey appeared confused and looked at his face for answers. What does he mean that she knows nothing about herself? As if sensing her questionnaire filled doubts, the man laughed until he asked his men to switch on the television near her.

"Alp- My words get stuck in my throat when I felt his tongue on my folds. He groans, pushing his tongue in further as if wanting to drown in the taste of me. I scream out, thrashing as he slurps my juices. Xavier's fingers quickly come to wrap around my thighs to keep me in place. My fingers dig into the covers, bundling them beneath me as my screams grow louder by the second. To anyone else, they'd think he was murdering me or punishing me badly. I suppose he was indeed punishing me with his wicked tongue inside me. "Alp-ha Xa-vier I couldn't seem to form words without stuttering. My heart quickens the more he pushes his tongue in and out. My skin tingles and I found myself pushing closer t

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

That wasn’t the Damian I thought I knew. He was supposed to be cold, ruthless, and detached. A man who saw this marriage as nothing more than a business transaction. But the man I had seen in the middle of that fight had been different. He hadn’t hesitated to put himself in danger. He had risked himself for me. I clenched my hands in my lap, my fingers still stiff from gripping that gun so tightly. I wasn’t naive. I knew men like him didn’t do things without a reason. He wasn’t some noble protector. He was a Volkov, born and raised to be a killer.