Mr Devil Do Not Kiss Me Novels & Stories

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

As I rode it; his hand rested on my ass and I went down to place my lips on his, he buried every part of him in me and he kissed me like he didn’t want to let me go. “Ride me like you own me,” Dominic commanded and my eyes widened, I pulled away and sat up better, my eyes were on his for a second before I caught something, there was someone standing behind the glass door. Fuck.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

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

"You killed him." And then, he kissed me. It wasn't a soft kiss. It was a claim. He tasted like coffee and power. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him deeper. The kiss escalated fast. My tongue danced with his, and I let out a soft moan as his hand slid under my skirt. "You’re a little devil," Dom groaned against my lips. "I can’t get enough of you." "Then take as much as you want," I dared him. I was feeling bold. The fear of the meeting was gone, replaced by a raw, pulsing need.

He turned back to the mirror, running his thumb on his lips. “Sometimes,” he said, “The devil's mouth is better than that of an unknown angel.” He muttered and walked towards me and before I could realize what was happening he grabbed me and pulled me into —- a kiss. And god's, it felt like it was all I needed. The kiss wasn't gentle, It was rough. Full of heat, anger, hunger. His mouth crashed against mine like a storm. And I kissed him back. I didn't even resist a bit.

Then his phone rang and he slipped it out of his pocket. "Dude, I've got a call to attend to...and this ridiculous argument should have been nicely wrapped up by the time i'm back, are we clear?" "Crystal," Blue mask guy hissed. And then black mask left me in the room with him. Then his voice shot out like a bolt of lightning. "What do you think you're doing right now? I told you to strip, Whore!" He said looking at me with disgust. And then without thinking twice I bathed him with the glass of wine in my hand.

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.

Autumn's standpoint "Kiss me?" A mischievous smile spread on his lips. "I thought you'd never ask." Mordecai brought my head down to his and kissed me, slowly, sexually, passionately. I let myself drown in the pleasurable taste of his mouth, knowing fully well that I taste like chips. The protruding little mister was bugging me down there. So with a growl, I pulled away from the kiss and sat up straight. I pulled the shirt over my head carefully so I wouldn't fall off the covers. Finally, I was stark naked in front of him.