Mr Devil Do Not Kiss Me Novels & Stories

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 .

"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

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..."

His hands came down to grip my chin, stressing his words out one by one, " You don't believe me? Should I do something to make you believe that you don't disgust me but I do hate you?" I felt the sensation by his words. I would have said No another time but his words awakened the devil inside me. Biting the corner of my lips, I replied with difficulties, " Show me.. then.." His grey eyes darkened instantly. With a growl, he smashed his lips against mine and pulled me upwards. I was pressed against his chest hard and wailed as he bit down on my lips hard. He muttered between his angry kiss, slapping on my ass,

“Oh yes, oh yes, Mabel. A hundred kisses, remember? He sat down on the couch crowding her in making sure she can’t escape, he braced both arms on either side of her resting his hands on the back of the couch. You can;t back down on your promise. “ “Bu,..but, I thought you were joking.” “Ah ah, I told you when it comes to you, I never joke. I take things seriously. Now I intend to collect my hundred kisses starting now and before Mabel could squeak or squeal, he captured her mouth and kissed her passionately. He raised his head and said, “that’s one” then he trailed his lips along her neck all the way to the open portion of her blouse lingering on the patch of skin there and bit her. “That’s

I cried trying to push him away. He grinned and said “I know you want me to do much more than this, don’t hide it princess” My face was red as a tomato at this point. He paused for a moment before continuing “I’m the Devil! I always get what I want and right now I want to kiss you against this wall and you are going to comply” he said in a deep husky voice, more like ordered. Okay, that’s it! He may always get what he wants, but not today Satan. If he thinks he can order me around, then he’s got it wrong.

"Even if I were sure of nothing else, I could say with absolute certainty that heaven would reject you. After all, it is not a place meant for devils." He chuckled and shrugged. "Fair enough. Finish your food then." "Thanks but no thanks," I said. "I seem to have lost my appetite." He looked at me for a moment, then shrugged again and went back to eating as though I had not just accused him of being the literal devil. I watched him eat with the kind of nonchalance that suggested he did not have a care in the world, and finally I could not hold it in anymore. "Before I leave, I need to make one thing very clear." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "You are not allowed to kiss me. Do n

"Ohh..." "We've barely even started," Devon says in a thick, heavy voice that betrays his desire. I turn my head slightly to get a look at him. Our noses brush each other, and I realize how close we are. His eyes are laser focused on my lips, filled with hunger. "Fuck," he curses. "I want to kiss you, pretty." I want to kiss him too..."I—" I start to say. The door bursts open. "You son of a bitch." Someone sighs from the doorway. "At least do this in your room! Or lock the door! Dammit."

“Okay. Tell me then, Mr devil. What's my punishment?” “A kiss. Mia, I want to kiss you so fucking bad.”

“Too late.” His mouth crashes into mine. No warning, no gentleness. Just teeth and tongue and eight years of starving. I bite his lower lip hard enough to taste copper and he groans like I’ve given him life. His hands are everywhere, sliding under the silk, gripping my thighs, lifting me until my legs lock around his waist and the bottles rattle behind me. I fist his hair and yank his head back, lips crashing on him, sounds of our saliva embracing each other echoing in the dark wine-cellar. I withdrew from the kiss and yanked his head back even harder. “Will you do anything for me, Devon?”