Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me Cast Novels & Stories

Valentina cupped her tits and whispered “Fuck us, punish us choke us fuck our throats like last time” Sofia bent over the desk legs spread open so he could see her pussy lips twitching through the lace “Oh fuck Master you locked the door this is gonna be so much fun” Dominic stepped forward They expected his cock. His fingers. His voice ordering them onto the desk onto their knees into his lap But what they didn’t know Was he didn’t lock the door to fuck them He locked it to teach them

“She saw it happen, Devon. The kiss. And I swear to you, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t lead that girl on. She just kissed me.” Devon stood still for a moment, then dropped beside him on the lakeside bench, silent. Then, quietly: “Tell me everything.” Kingsley did. The whole thing. Serena's paper falling, him, giving her back the paper, And then—out of nowhere—that kiss. Devon’s face twisted up like he wanted to punch something. He stood. “Nah. No way. That’s not how this story ends.” Kingsley looked up. “Devon—”

It sent me millions of sparks down to my core. "D-Devon... please..." I sobbed. I tried to resist him but he was too strong. "Don't pretend that you don't like it, priestess..." He kissed my neck again. This time, he became passionate and slow. "D-Devon..." "Submit to me, my priestess. I don't fucking care about your spells. All I need is you..." he whispered. "Devon, this is a sin against the heavens. You must not do this. Please..."

Disappointments washed over me as he finally let go of my arm, he turned his back to me, staring at the tiny pieces of Manhattan below. I wanted to say something because the waiting and the silence was eating me up. God, please, don't let him criticize my kissing skills, I would just die. I prayed silently and wished it would get an answer from heaven even when I know God had better things to do than probably answer my silly little prayer. What now? There was a sudden coldness in the thin silk of my dress so I encircled myself with my arms. One second, he was kissing me as if I were the only thing that mattered and the other second he was using me as a pawn in his scheme with Whitfield .

was the next thing I heard. Yes, that was the name I heard repeatedly as the memories came, not Louisa!! My eyes opened slowly, as my curiosity level reached its peak.. Then, I saw him despite my blurred vision.. Nah.. not Keith.. It was the devil, my first love!.. He was with my child and had obviously just walked into the room. “Judith..” he called again.. My heart cursed him a hundred times at that moment as the memories and understanding got more clearer, still leaving me mute and insanely weak...

He hissed, but didn’t chase me away. “You are so handsome,” I whispered, kissing his neck while unconsciously moving my hips. He held my waist, pulling me back. “What are you doing?” he growled, but I smirked at him, kissing him. What I didn’t know was how things were going to change with just a kiss. A fun night was about to turn into a nightmare, a nightmare that was going to last and stay in my heart forever because, unknowingly, I just signed a deal with a cursed devil.

I felt alive. I spotted one of my girls, a stunning blonde, dancing on stage. She caught my eye, winked and smiled, and I giggled. She was mine, one of my best earners, Stella. I continued to make my way towards the VIP section, where my partners and I conducted our... business. We deal with more than just drinks and music here. We dealt in secrets, in desires, and in the forbidden. I made it all happen. The Devil's Kiss was my pride and joy, a massive facility with over 80 rooms, each one designed to cater to a specific desire or fantasy. We had room for every taste, from the ordinary to the extreme.

She clings to me, the room tilting as she sobs against my shoulder. “Say it then. Tell everyone you don’t love me. Say it to my face.” “Ivy—” “No! You are here drunk while that woman prances around as the new CEO of your company. Can't you see what she's doing?” She grabs my jaw, forcing my eyes to hers, and kisses me. Her mouth desperate, wet with salt. Gasps ripple through the table. Whispers rise. I push her off, slower than I should, my drunken body uncooperative.

Xander had awakened all the naughty images that she had painstakingly sealed into Pandora's box in her brain. “Did you dream of me last night, hmm? When I kissed you and stroked your back gently?” “N-no.” “You seem to be lying. Look at my face now.” Xander grabbed her chin and forced Angel to look at his face. "Did my kiss manage to mess with your mind?" “I-I... No. Sorry, you can't do this to me,” Angel said firmly and pushed Xander's shoulders away. She would not be affected by any provocation by Xander.

"Or are you just nervous? There's nothing wrong with mixing business with pleasure, Alastair. Especially when the chemistry is this obvious." Before I could protest, before I could explain that there was no chemistry, at least not from my side, she leaned up and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was aggressive, demanding, nothing like the gentle exploration Kyren and I had shared. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and her hands gripped my shirt like she was trying to claim ownership of me. I pushed her away, probably harder than I should have, and she stumbled back with surprise written across her face. "I'm not interested in women," I said, the words tumbling out before I could think about