Little Devil Hands Off Novels & Stories

My hands shake as I scrape eggs and bacon off the marble, bile rising in my throat. Behind me, I hear his quiet chuckle. And I know this is only the beginning. Because Dante Moretti doesn’t just want to own me. He wants to break me piece by piece until I can’t tell where his cruelty ends and my desire begins. And I hate myself most for one thing. A small, twisted part of me wants to see how far he’ll go.

That’s how I knew he had been watching me for a while. “Have you ever considered becoming a bartender? Because you my dear is a woman of many talents.” He added with a wink and he took a sip of his drink. Relief coursed through me as I poured myself another drink. I was tired, maybe i needed an energy refuel. “Come here butterfly.” He called in a low voice that suggested there was more to what he was offering. Like a good girl, I dropped my glass and moved towards him slowly. “I’ve missed you so much, butterfly” he murmured before pressing his lips against mine and pressing me against the stand. We kissed for a while before his hands made it to my legs and he hoisted me up, that way my legs

Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. And Dante Moretti—the Devil himself—had been the one she bargained with. “Why are you telling me this now?” she whispered. “Because you need to decide, Seraphina.” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on hers. “This world is cracking. The barrier between what is and what was is thinning. War is coming. Not just between crime families. But between realms.”

Divya stiffened, every muscle in her spine locking into rigid terror, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Without breaking physical contact for even a fraction of a second, Dev slid his large hand down the length of her bare arm, his calloused skin trailing fire against her soft, shivering flesh. His fingers reached her small, delicate palm, sliding against hers in a slow, agonizingly sensual rhythm. He cupped her hand, feeling the incredible, silk-like softness of her skin, before forcing his thick fingers between hers—entangling their hands together in an iron, possessive grip.

🎶 Red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere 🎶 I looked around and saw they all had red cups in their hands and they were all sweaty. 🎶Hands in the air like we don't care 🎶 They didn't care, else they won't be here in this noisy place. The music was noisy. 🎶 'Cause we came to have so much fun now 🎶 Fun? They were having fun by smoking and grinding bodies together? "For once admire the scenery and stop over analyzing everything," the voice of the devil—Susie echoed in my ears.

He d‌id‌n't‌ look a‌t my forehead where the ba‍ndag⁠e sat‍, instead he⁠ looke⁠d at my hands. “I'm f‌ine,” I l⁠ied. ‌My hand twitched un⁠der the blanke. I wanted to h⁠old his hand but I kept‌ my hands at my side.⁠ Elena's voice echoed in my head. “⁠You stole my li‍fe.” He‌r voice wouldn't leave my h⁠ead. I pressed my hand against my head trying to s‌uppre‌ss‍ the‍ pain.

𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭�

I staggered back as I exclaimed in disbelief, “No… You can’t force me.” “I can, my little Ella…”He said, evilly and before he could raise his hand, I lifted my hand and pushed it to him with all force, and there I saw a bright light coming out from my hands and that hit the devil so hard that he had fallen far away from me. A triumphant smile appeared on my lips when I stared at the distance, the devil had been fallen to and then at my hands with a slight shock in my eyes. Then without wasting a minute, I ran to the door of the basement and before I could open it, the devil was back. I knew if I opened that door it would put Oliver’s life in trouble with me and I can’t risk his life at all.

Nuella swallowed, body twitching from every drag of his fingers up against her thighs. “I.. I need it to distract me from some thoughts…” “Thought?” Devine’s lips twitched. “What thoughts…” His hand drew closer to her pussy and she arched, desiring his hand. “U-unwanted thoughts...” Devine’s lips curled low, lazily. “Well. I am just the right distraction you need.” he tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Don't you think so?” Nuella’s head fell into a nod. “Yes….”

But I can't promise that I will let her distance herself from me like this. When I was done with her hair, I put the comb down on the dresser and crouched down beside her. I took her cold hand and engulfed it between both of mine. I was glad she didn’t pull it back but I was equally disappointed that she didn’t relax with my touch like she used to. I said, “Little devil, look at me.” She didn't respond. She didn’t acknowledge my words. “Give me those eyes, Baby.” Still nothing.