Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me Cast Novels & Stories

"You won't be able to laugh like that when I cut your throat, asshole!" "Relax, buddy. I want Jessabelle to confirm that she wasn't Ivanna in her previous life. That's all. You don't need to be mad at me like that!" Devon, who was about to remove his arm from around my neck, tightened it even more, and his fingers now gripped my windpipe, and he swore as a form of anger at my not keeping my promise. "Motherfucker! I told you that Jessabelle has nothing to do with that shit! She's neither human nor vampire, and she has the same hour as your lover's birth!"

“This beautiful pussy is all mine. His hand swipe across the swollen, aching flesh taking my juice and tasting me. A wave hits me as I drip more. Why was that so hot? His face lights up like a child on Christmas morning. Only he was the freaking devil. Does the devil celebrate Christmas? I open my mouth to say something snarky like it’s Xander’s and not his, but his hand wrapped around my throat, stopping me. “You taste better than I imagined. Princess” I gulp. His mouth goes in between my legs. “What are you..…ohh” My eyes roll to the back of my head as I lose how to make coherent words.

The darkness within him resurfaced, the devil taking control once more. "Is that so, let me prove you wrong" that devilish smirk never left his face and before she could grasp his words he smashed his lips on hers harshly. The intensity of his kiss left her momentarily stunned, but as she snapped out of her trance, she realized his true intentions. His lips moved upon hers with a ravenous hunger, and in that moment, she understood the depths of his desire.

And the way she whispered her name, she was not a wolf. “Please, don’t hurt me.” She whispered, standing on her toes and trying not to move. Her trembled lips caught his attention, and he loosened his grip on her waist only to pull her close. He sucked her lips like he was about to claim her soul. She tried to push him, but his body suppressed her against the wall. He clutched her hands above her head and made her stand on her toes. Who would accept a kiss from a devil? Not more than that. He was kissing her like he wanted to punish her for her existence. His red eyes were the prrof, she doesn't need to see his face.

The first order of witches was banned from the Moonstone clan because of dark magic, but Devon embraced it because he wanted to be the alpha and also the mate of Dakota. He admired Dakota secretly, but Jasmine in all his uprightness was able to get Dakota. Luckily for them, their union was blessed as they found out that they were mates. Devon was angry and sought the throne and Jasmine's woman. His anger led him to something unimaginable. He dressed as Jasmine and had sex with Dakota. Dakota knew it was not Nicholas. "Who are you?" Dakota asked in the dark room. Devon was panting hard after different strokes in and out. He was getting ready to leave when that question hit him. "Don't you dar

How dare you kiss me! -Here, I ask, hoping this is one of her bad jokes. -Are you deaf? Who the hell are you? -I'm your boyfriend, I tell her seriously, realizing it's not a joke. -I don't believe that. You're the investor from the company I work for. So, what have you done to me? Why am I here, she yells at me. I feel like the world is collapsing at my feet. She doesn't know who I am, and if she doesn't know who I am, it means she doesn't love me. It means she doesn't know what I do, that I'm the head of a mafia. I look at her trying to figure out just from her expression what she thinks of me.

But the Devil never shared, never played nice, and never let go. Kate’s P.O.V. He was never the kind of man who does sweet kisses, smiles or promised love. The only promises he made was me having a good fuck with him… He grabs my mouth hard, forcing my cheeks together within an aggressive clasp as he stared deep in my eyes. “You see this mouth on you girl it needs something in it to stop your incessant bickering and defiance."He growls out as his lips crash with mine, his tongue punctures and clashing between inside, and my entire body burns up.

A devil disguised in silk and dominance. I began brushing my hair slowly, each stroke methodical, almost meditative, trying to comb the storm from my thoughts. But no matter how hard I brushed, I couldn’t erase the memory of his hand gripping the back of my head… the fire in his eyes… the feel of his lips crashing against mine like punishment, like he was branding me. Minutes passed before another knock came—softer this time. The maid entered with a silver tray, her steps careful, reverent. "Place it on the table," I said softly, though my voice cracked slightly.

VALERIA 8AM, The Harrison Mansion Half a month had gone by in a flash since I arrived here in the Capital City as Zane Michaels, no, Zane Harrison's wife. Even up till this particular moment, I still haven't completely digested the fact that the man I thought to be Mr. Devil's assistant, the man whom I find myself fiercely attracted to, the man I had... kissed was actually Mr. Devil himself. Who would have thought? Towards this shocking news, I actually didn't know how to feel exactly.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth and explored with a demand to open up and submit to me. Replying in kind, she forgot about fighting me. She gave up on bickering. Too stunned and energized with this forbidden kiss, she opened up. Her head tilted to the side, giving me access to deepen the kiss. That barbed tongue of hers tangled and dueled with mine, and when I growled into her mouth, impatient for all she could give me, she mewled and sucked on my lower lip. She's not yours. She's not yours. I knew it. The mantra in my head wasn't anything new. Anastasia wasn't my woman to kiss or play with. She belonged to Lev, but I had to vent a little bit of the frustration I felt about that.