Evil Husband Is A Little Sweet Novels & Stories

His demon wanted her so much it hurts. She did not smell like the real mistress, Leticia. To everyone else, she would. She would smell like too-strong floral fragrance mixed with the thick slime of a horrendous wound—evidence of her rotting heart and evilness in her veins. But to him... oh, to him... to James. He breathed again, unable to halt himself. Mistake. God. She smells so delicious. The sweetness, thicker now, almost palpable, clouded his mind. Must. Taste her blood. His fangs and gums certainly ached with the desire to savor her.

I know I am troublesome and hard to deal with but there are other girls out there who are ten times more evil than me. What does it mean I am admitting to being evil I am just saying there are so many people in the world he could call his mate why didn't even bother to disturb me if he doesn't like me? I will never stop asking myself this. As soon as I got to his mansion, he came down the stairs with a smile on his face.

“I hate how full I am. I hate that you didn’t even ask. I hate that my mum thinks you’re respectable.” His lips brushed my neck. “I love that she does.” I gasped. “Oh my God, you’re evil,” I hissed, my voice cracked and trembling and way too high-pitched to sound intimidating. “You’re not just evil. You’re like evil with a capital E. Like if Lucifer had a cock and a mansion and a fucking six-pack and ruined girls for fun while their mums were on speakerphone thinking he was a God-sent father figure..that’s you. “That’s who you are. You’re the reason I’m going to hell. You’re the reason I’m going to wake up tomorrow with a cross carved into my thighs and no hymen and a permanent tremor in my

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“But -“ “I understand what people think about someone like me, and I understand that you feel I am evil and cruel and a disgusting person, and you don’t want to associate with me -“ “I’ve never said anything like that,” she says, sounding a little hurt. “But you must have thought of it...” “No, I haven’t,” she says earnestly, “not like that, at least.” “So, you don’t think I am an evil dick?” “No, I just... Well, you are problematic, certainly. But who isn’t? Really...” Evarius smiles, “Returning compliments, are we?” Tasha smiles too, “No, really. You have always been nice to me.”

“Beg me to stop.” “I... I can’t,” I gasp, and tears spill down my cheeks. “He’ll die. But... it’s wrong. I’m a good girl. I go to church. I...” “Good girls don’t cream for demons, darling,” he snarls, and his thumb presses my clit harder as he rubs in tight circles. My hips jerk, and my pussy clenches around nothing. “You’re a very bad girl, Eve. Your sweet cunt’s weeping for my cock. Say it.”

His thumb pad graze my teeth and I bite it. " Fuck." He retreat his thumb and bites his bottom lip. He doesn't even look hurt. " Are you hurt?" I ask and smirk. He smirks devilishly at me and wraps his arms around my waist. His nose nuzzles my neck as he bites my skin gently. I gasp and bite my bottom lip. " You're so evil , Tinkerbell." He whispers and kisses my neck. He plants trail of kisses down my neck to my shoulder and he bites my shoulder blade through his t-shirt I'm wearing.

Half-evil sounded sincere. “Man, I do understand you. We pals, man. I was your best man. I’m sweet little Rory’s godfather, man. I know how much you love your family. But man…” Evil hesitated. “The day we joined the gang, we were dead, man. Ain’t got no turning back.”

Isabella gasps and looks at me as if she can’t believe this. "You thought I wouldn't be scared of him? Why, because I'm just as evil as he is?" she growls, directly at me. I lift my eyebrows in surprise, but... she's not wrong. I don't think anyone could scare Isabella, not even my dad, "I'll have you know, he is way worse than me. I value people more than him... a little. Or at least I'm trying to. But if you prefer someone like Nukea, I could be like her. If you love her so much, let me act like a stupid, fat slut..."