Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Novels & Stories

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

I titter at his audacity and run the tip of my tongue along my top teeth. “Last night, I made a deal with the devil, and I am willing to pay the price with my soul to break it.” I stab my finger into the hard wall of his chest. “I don't belong to you because you never belonged to me. Don Valentino belongs to no one!!” I snarl, feeling livid, “now leave before I scream bloody murder.” I turn away from him, turning the doorknob, and his hand encloses mine. His hard body brushes up against my back, his lips touch the shell of my ear and a violent growl vibrates from his chest.

And together with Levi, we made our way to the basement were the torture chamber is. Levi and I when to the torture chamber were Marcus was bounded to a chair and a cloth was tied over his eyes. I signal to one of my men standing and he removed the cloth from Marcus' eyes. Immediately the cloth was removed, Marcus began to tremble when he saw me. I smile in satisfaction as I move closer to him. The closer I get to him, the more terrified he becomes. Good! He should be scared because today he is going to find out why I am called the Devil Alpha.

Sasha’s POV. “What’s your name?” the devil asked, breaking the long silence that reigned after my demand. I pretended not to hear him. “You’re not deaf, are you?” “What do you need my name for?” I spat, unfolding my arms. “I do not answer to you, remember? You’re just my possession.” Right. You should yank it out of my mouth, then. “So do you have a name or not? Don’t test my patience,” he growled.

When he does the other one, I glare at him. Jarek grips my jaw, causing my mouth to open, and he spits. I jerk back, surprised at first, but then I swallow it, knowing that's what he wants me to do. His lips crush against mine, and he devours them with his kiss. Suddenly, the clamps on my nipples start to vibrate, and I moan as I try to hold my orgasm back. "Oh, God…" I mumble against his lips. "Wrong. There's no God here, only the Devil himself. Do you want to come, pauper?" Jarek asks teasingly.

♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️ When the devil swore with the intention of destroying your life, she doesn’t come out wth horns. She's best to win you if she walks in wearing velvet heels, all dressed on silk, the exact one that hug your body shamelessly. This time, she's dedicated to hugging every regret you succeeded in burying and with the deadly smile: “Remember how you kissed me?” Her name?

No emotion on the surface. “Mm-hmm,” I answered. The stripper leaned in, her chest pressing into me. “You’re hot,” she whispered near my ear. And that was when Tamara moved. She didn’t yell. Didn’t make a scene. She stood. Smooth. Grabbed my jaw. And kissed me. Hard. Her mouth claimed mine like she was marking territory. Like she didn’t give a fuck who was watching. She kissed me like she wanted to remind me what I tasted like.

Really wrong. Because never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined seeing Dervic, that terrifying man who had nearly strangled me the first time we met, on his knees, obeying every command my wolf, Dravena, gave him, with that flicker of excitement burning in his eyes as he buried his tongue deep inside her. I wasn’t sure when I had collapsed to the ground, but it had to be the moment he pressed his lips to her, kissing her clit slowly, deliberately, like he was worshiping every inch of her, making it impossible to look away.