Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Novels & Stories

“You are mine, Devil Emperor Finn.” A fragment of pure halo light bloomed from her palm and sank into his heart. Finn slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. “I am only yours, Heavenly Empress Vivica,” he whispered, accepting her light as he placed a beautiful black crown upon her head, the crown of the Empress of Hell. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as white and black petals rained down from above, showering them in a storm of light and shadow. Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue.

I clicked on the speaker icon and continued. “He doesn't deserve you, girl. You are too pretty to be with a man that doesn't deserve you.” She sniffed. “Girl, thank you so much. I sent you an invite, there is a party tomorrow night at skylord and it's an all masked party. Make sure you dress sexy, I can't wait for the fun.” “Okay, I will, bye.” I pressed on the red icon on the screen. I minimized my phone and checked the invite. My eyes landed on an image that looked like Lily's figure, I couldn't see her face but the figure looked familiar.

“I'm fucking manipulating you without even being aware of it. Hell, it has happened once already when I made you kiss me—” “I kissed you because I wanted to. Don't make me out to be this fragile, naive girl which I'm not. You didn't force me to do anything,” “That's what you think, because of how fucked up this is. I told you before that I'm not one of the good guys, Sky. I'm the devil. And this devil is falling in love with you. And despite how fucking stupid that is— how inappropriate and unreasonable— I'm fucking obsessed with everything about you,”

THE BILLIONAIRE DEVIL. "We've heard many stories about you, devil. We just haven't met you in person," Dona spoke as she stepped out of the bathroom, naked. She was fucking endowed... not too beautiful as his Shortie... Oh that cupcake, he had missed her so much and couldn't wait to claim her after killing Diego. "I knew the moment I saw you when you stepped into the clan..." She climbed on him, pressing her hard nipple against his chest. "You're not someone ordinary. You're someone with power, respect and of course... someone that can destroy me in bed."

"Do you also think the devil likes me?" "Of course, he does." The soothing killer rose from his crouched position. "He wouldn't have let you live with him for over four months if you meant nothing to him." "If you think so, then you are mistaken." Kon laughed. "He didn't leave me because he likes me. I'm owing him." "Owing him?" The soothing killer took a squat in front of Kon. "Do you know what the devil does to any who owes him?" He touched Kon's cheeks.

he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh

“Our link can not be broken, so easily, you know that Devon, don’t you? I've given you two options already. It's either you work with us, or you fuck off. With or without you, Valerie and I do whatever it takes to break this terrible curse and free our people from bondage. Why won't you just forget about this stupid vendetta? Why not work with us to destroy Gerald together, do you really believe that you can get rid of me so easily?” Maverick asked her teasingly, distracting her from what I was doing. I stood by the corner, chanting some spells the same way my mom did. The language was the same as the one Devon used earlier, but I was chanting a completely different spell and the worst part

he said softly, his hand coming up to cup her face. "You got it wrong." He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "I'm the Devil." Before she could respond, his mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was brutal, claiming, tasting of violence and possession and dark promises she didn't understand. She should push him away. Should run. Should do anything except kiss him back. But her body betrayed her. Again. Her mouth opened for him. Her hands fisted in his shirt. Her hips pressed forward, seeking friction, seeking him.

By the time the doorman called to announce visitors, his apartment was immaculate, and he’d prepared a tray of drinks—non-alcoholic options prominently displayed. The knock came at precisely 8:42 PM. Henry took a deep breath, plastered on the smile he reserved for board meetings, and opened the door. Lavinia Hartwell stood there with perfect posture despite her obvious mortification, flanked by a short, thin man with thinning gray hair and a plump woman with Lavinia’s same intelligent hazel eyes. Both of her parents broke into wide smiles at the sight of him, but Lavinia remained composed even in her distress.

Chapter 142 Rated🔞 "What? I was only joking; I didn't mean any of that!" she denied after he broke the kiss. "Well, I told you you should be careful when dining with the Devil, but you just won't listen. Now you've succeeded in getting me so hard that I can barely sit."