Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Novels & Stories

He said simply, eyes on Vivienne Making me tighten my hold on her She noticed this, and turned her attention back to my neck, kissing and sucking on the skin. Chaol's eyes darkened as he zoned in on the action. "I thought this was a business meeting" he said annoyed I nodded "It is" Cassian said Cassian Nosov was my right hand man. "Then why are you letting her act like a whore?" He asked Vivienne's head popped up, an adorable pout on her soft red lips "A whore?" She asked in a childish way

I was confused by multiple unusual thoughts in my mind, hence he kept staring at my face intently searching for something, I guess. "Who are you?" I breathed, feeling uncomfortable by his dark gaze on me. "I am a devil," he paused, and then after a short pause, he dropped the bomb on me, "And I am truly in love with you." "F**K," At this moment, only one word came into my mind but before I could say anything, he sealed my mouth with his, I leaned backward at his sudden movement and he held my head keeping me firm in my place.

They all look pale and exhausted on the corner of their lips is a blood stain. All thanks to the brave stance each of them took trying to suppress the king's beast that has become feral since two full days. The night after he visited the DeHaven maid's room. king Xerxes ended up making another visit to the prince’s room. Unfortunately or fortunately for him,he was not disappointed because the prince possesses the kiss of the devil's star on his nape. A mark that could only be found on his soulmate.

Her chest rose and fell against mine, and the look she gave me, wide-eyed and breathless, made me lose my last thread of control. "Then let me show you just how good I can be." I leaned in closer, whispering in her ear. "Because...right now," I lowered her slowly against the desk, keeping her wrists pinned and hovering above her, "all I feel like is the devil you claimed I might be." "Damien..." She started, but I cut her off with a kiss. Deep and rough. Then I pulled away before she could respond, dragging my mouth slowly down her neck, tasting her skin. I teased her collarbone, her throat, the soft hollow just below it.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

“What a beautiful name for you, baby girl.” I’m not sure why, but I didn’t like the idea of any guy touching her. Am I getting possessive over this female? Wow, what’s getting into me to feel this way? I took a puff on the cigarette as I sat next to her taking my hand to brush it against her cheek. I wanted to have sex with her, but I also wanted to know her and even protect her. As I went to kiss her, that’s when the damn cell phone goes off. I get pissed to see that it’s the club calling me, but I answer because I wanted to know why they there calling me. “I’m really sorry to bother you Mr. Baphomet, but Pyro the president of the Burning Devils is here looking for what I believe to be Ang

Devon wasn’t able to react gradually with his steel-like embrace around her body. After a few seconds, he began to quench his hunger for her. His hands started roaming around her body while his mouth began to probe, deepening the kiss. She closed her eyes, giving in to what her heart was telling. Maybe this would also trigger some memories. She let him kiss her for as long as he wanted until she couldn't stay still and started responding as well. The moment she did that, Daemon stopped kissing and went back to sleep almost the same time as he freed her waist. Shocked and embarrassed, Devon rushed out of the door back into the master’s bedroom.

Her fresh sent, still wet hair, tinny droplets falling on her head, her smooth skin, the fact she sat just below his membrane cherry on top the cream which is enjoying what’s his drove him crazy awakening the Devil inside him He without any warring pulled her down holding her legs, startling her, the bowl in her hand reached the floor saying bye-bye to her, she looked up and gulped hard seeing his eyes which turned into dark grey in desire. He placed his lips on her in such urgency as his life depended on it, his kiss was deep, she found it hard to breathe, but the hungry devil was not satisfied, He started to devour her lips like a beast making them more swollen, she’d push his shoulder jus

“Don't do this to me, Devon.” Devon took her clasped palms into his large, calloused hands and kissed them softly, the gesture sickeningly gentle compared to the violence shining in his dark eyes. Then he leaned down and began to roughly kiss her neck and jaw, burying his face into her dark hair to inhale her scent loudly like a crazy maniac animal. “You denied me four years ago but look at us now Maya,” Devon laughed, his harsh, raspy voice vibrating against the soft, sensitive skin of her throat. “This is destiny. You're destined to be mine.”