He Looked Up Grinning Like A Devil Novels & Stories

Every inch he moved closer to me felt like a needle being driven into his brain. “I can’t… stay… away from you,” he rasped, his claws beginning to tear through the leather of his gloves. “The link is pulling me, but it’s… it’s burning, Arielle!” He lunged forward, not to hurt me, but out of a desperate, primal need to bridge the gap. But to my corrupted senses, it looked like an attack. I saw the flash of his teeth, the predatory hunch of his shoulders, and I didn’t see my husband. I saw the Devil of Marseille coming to claim his prize.

I raised my tone. The way he grins after finishing a sentence is really creepy.

The aura he carried was unsettling, and I couldn’t help but notice the lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he glanced my way. “Who—who are you?” My voice trembled as I demanded, shaky with fear. “Why did you kill him? He’s getting married!” A wide smile spread across his face as he displayed his bright white teeth. Beads of sweat trickled down my spine as our faces met. He looked like the devil, and his sinister grin promised me no mercy.

I shot him a glare over my shoulder… only to see that damn grin. Grinning. GRINNING! For the first time. Well... damn. Who would’ve imagine? Even the devil knows how to smile.

“Look at me while you suck me.” I looked up to see him looking so hot that he made me cum more. His long black hair had come loose and hung around his face. He looked like a devil and not just any but a beautiful, dangerous devil. “Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock expanding your mouth,” he groaned. “You were made for this.” He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting my lips to his shiny cock. Then he slapped it against my cheek and rubbed it over my face. I felt like a slut and I loved it.

And up. His eyes flicked up to meet mine and he smirked, “You are wet, little devil.” . A. Gupta There's more!!

I noticed an evil grin appear on his face before he added devil horns to it. "I can actually draw" he bragged confidently. "Oh yeah?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "Yeah" he smirked as I stepped closer to him; He put his hands on my waist and pulled me in. He kissed me, smiling into it. "What's got you in a good mood?" I questioned him, beaming. "I don't know, maybe for the first time I can see a bit of sunshine through the thick black clouds" he muttered, his smile slowly fading as he talked while staring at me.

I was at a loss for how to begin speaking. He turned to look at me when he saw my lips moving, his brow rose in questioning. "Are there… are there… Are there other devils like you in this pack?" I stuttered. I had no idea if I was to even cry right now or curse out my frustrations. He said nothing, grinning like a cat that had caught a mouse. My heart sank. Was does that smile mean? Was it a yes or a damn No? I tried again, my expression hardening. "What is your fucking purpose here?!!!" I yelled in his face, stilling his movements for some seconds before he continued to play with the strands of my hair.

It sounded weird, I mean this was the first time that the devil lord talked in a low pitch. I dared to turn to his side to see his face just once when those divine words rolled out of his mouth. This was my first time to see him from so close. He changed, I mean, he changed from that wedding suit into casuals. A white polo and jeans to pair with it. His eyes were covered with sunglasses which he removed just now. A killer smirk tugged on his cheek that can make any heart flutter. I swear he can kill people just by looking at them.