Mr Devil Do Not Kiss Me Novels & Stories

All that matters is the blue-eyed devil standing in front of me and how much I want whatever he’s about to do. “ Your existence already disgusts me,” I retort. Then his hand closes around my throat and his lips crash against mine, hard and possessive. I gasp into his mouth and he only deepens the kiss. It is not slow, not sweet, nothing I am used to. The kiss is rough, messy, hungry…and I like it. The heat of his mouth against mine unravels me, he tastes of red wine and everything forbidden as he slides over my tongue. I wrap my arms around him, fingers tangling in his hair. His grip on my throat stays firm, like he’s been aching to hold me this way from the moment he first saw me.

So why the hell was I this worked up over one kiss? Seventeen minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a woman standing there… tall, dark-haired, wearing a dress that showed off her cleavage. She smiled at me and bowed. "Elias?" she asked. "Yeah," I said, stepping aside to let her in. "Come in."

Perhaps it was from seeing too much of men's insincerity that she repeatedly told me how much she despised them. That was also why she was so firmly against marriage. But this time, when she made her offer, I cried and said, "It's too late." I told her I had already stepped onto the deadly path set by Chester and Florence, and I was halfway down it. Marigold said, "It's not too late. Wait for me—I'll save you."

"Wait a minute. Is Miss Amanda there too?" "Of course, they had their first visit after getting married three months ago. Isn't it very romantic? Give me your 100$, Dean." "Hey! I didn't ask you to bet, brat." "But, you're happy to hear it, aren't you?" "Yes, also quite surprised. It seems like it's very easy for the boss to violate his own beliefs now. Is this a sign, Zayn?" "Signs of what?" "The boss is starting to like his wife?"

She felt trapped, like being pinned beneath a boulder. Darren grasped her face tightly, his grip clenched around her jaw. A groan of pain escaped Emery's lips as he forced his lips onto hers, kissing her with brute force. Emery bit his lip in anger, "Bastard, let me go!" she commanded, wiggling with all her might. They shared no emotional bond, and Emery knew Darren planned to marry another woman. She was not his plaything. Darren's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering. "Do you have another man apart from me?" he demanded, his eyes locking onto hers in search of answers.

Curtis didn’t immediately process my words. When he did, his eyes blazed into mine. “Are you sure?” I nodded. He cupped my face, his eyes filled with desire. He lowered his lips to mine in a kiss, only to break it a few moments later. “This is irreversible, you know.” “Oh my God, just shut up and kiss me already.” He laughed. “Okay.”

I put the condom on him, and sit on him, he tries to get on my breasts, but I prevent him, - You don't touch me until I give you the order. I start to pump him, he hacles, he is with angels, his eyes closed, he takes advantage of the moments, after a minute, he ejaculated, he is very happy. - Thank you, mistress. He wants to kiss him, I prevent him in dismissing me. - What did I say? Don't touch me, don't kiss me. Here it is I who give orders. - Yes mistress.

His voice is roaring like thunder spreading his arms wide open as the cool breeze crawls over my entire body making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "How is that even possible?" Terror streaked through me that my eyes widened with alarm and feared to close my eyes. "Nobody can lift my curse except for..." Terror choked me and stole my words. "Don't you get it up until now you don't know who I am?" He gleamed at me, and I can see hell in his eyes. "Y-you are the Devil," I stutter.

His intense glares were merciless, and he looked like a devil craving for my soul. "Don't provoke me, Symphony. Try telling anyone about this. I'm telling you, I can play the role of the devil if I want to." He leaned closer to me, his hand still gripping my neck. "You might wake up one day without seeing Autumn anymore. I can do that, try me," he whispered in my ear before forcefully pushing me to the floor. *** "Is Mommy inside her room, Nana? Is she sick?" "Let's just leave your Mommy alone for now, Melody. Maybe she's just busy."

"What the hell do you think I am doing? Trying to kiss you?" "You know I can't fight you so you're using it to your advantage. You devil." The corner of his lips lifted in a smirk. "I am glad you know that I am the devil. I don't need to admit to being a saint." My eyes brimmed with tears. "Can you let me go back to my life, Maruska? I beg of you!" "Shut the fuck up and kiss me."