Novel & Cerita My Devilish Desires

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.

A few more days before the wedding, Hans doesn’t visit, leaving me to my own devices. Although I often felt used and under his control when he lured me to do his bidding, I genuinely enjoyed the pleasure of his touching and groping. For me to sink into the depths of an unexplainable sin was genuinely beyond me. Hans called me lusty, but nobody could talk to who would understand how I felt.

For some reason, I got intensely turned on whenever those words popped back into my head, and a lot of ideas flashed across my mind. Ideas of what he could possibly mean. And my thoughts leaned more towards the lustful, sinful desires of him putting his tongue on me again. Embarrassingly. Atlas Grant has heavily corrupted my brain, and my mind, making it impossibly difficult to go a millisecond without thinking about his hands on my body. The way his eyes darkened when he watched me. The deep, stark desire that danced in them. It all sent exciting thrills up my spine. I didn’t like it. But I enjoyed it.

Scandalous images come to my mind, doubling my heartbeat, and the tendril of desire dancing in my veins pushes me toward the dark side. What would it feel like if I gave my body to this devil? I think he'd take me ruthlessly and ruin me. But would I like that? Camille, no. What the actual hell are you thinking? Stop right there. You cannot be turned on by this vile pirate of a man. Just no. The jolt of reality snaps me out of the sinful reverie and I straighten, standing a little taller. "You fucking asshole. I'm not doing either," I tell him, but all he does is turn his smile up a notch.

Aphrodite slowly rose to her feet, leaned down slowly, fully aware Sophia was in the room, and ran her index finger down my semi-flaccid shaft that had hardened again from her touch. “This is mine,” she growled possessively before taking her sweet time to tuck me back in. “We're done here,” she murmured, pecking my lips and adjusting her dress. She turned and walked out, not once stopping to acknowledge that Sophia was both red from anger and shock. I blinked, the haze of lust slowly clearing from my head as shock was slowly replaced by pride. I was both proud and shocked at the turn of events. What my mate didn't know was that she'd just awakened the animalistic desires I'd be reigning in,

I nodded slowly, scared and somewhat curious about what his answer maybe. He lifted his finger, trailing it upwards from my arm to my neck, to my chin leaving goosebumps at its wake. “ I want mark every inch of you with my kisses, I want to pleasure you in ways you've never been pleasured, I want to own, brand you and tell the entire world that you're mine, I want to ruin you, wreck you, make you hate me but want me at the same time…” he leaned even closer, my lungs stopped working. “ Would you like that Caro Mio? Would you like to satisfy my sinful desires?”. My lips parted, but no words came out.

Chapter 20 – His Cruel Game Lucian’s hand left her head and trailed lower, his touch deceptively slow as it slid along her thigh. She flinched at the contact, her body already tense, her mind torn between anger and a heat she refused to acknowledge. “You think the devil is cruel?” His voice was smooth, almost mocking. “The devil at least bargains. I don’t.” Before she could react, his fingers found their way beneath the hem of her dress, parting her thighs with unhurried precision. His gaze locked on hers, daring her to look away as his touch brushed over her folds, slow and deliberate strokes that drew an unwilling gasp from her lips.

His hands slid down from breast, gliding over my skin, memorizing every contour, every curve of my skinny frame. “I want you.” I whispered back impatiently, my body gyrated because I wanted him – no, I needed him. I needed to feel him way deeper than I could process, deeper than my body could handle. That was what happened when you frolicked with the devil, and he ignited desires that only him could quench. “How badly do you want me?” he asked me now biting my flesh hard that a raw groan escaped my lips. “I could die.” raw, unfiltered desires radiated off me and he turned me around, pulling me closer and lifting my dress up, I moaned again.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**