Novel My Handsome Devil Novels & Stories

"You're beautiful Catalina. Have I told you that?" My stomach contracts. Am I hungry again? Because I refuse to attribute that reaction to anything other than hunger. But dammit, I can't remember the last time someone called me beautiful. It's always hot, sexy, boss, Ma'am, or La Diabla. Never beautiful and definitely not with so much hunger. He looks ready to ravish me. The hand on my face slides to the back of my neck, gripping me and he rubs his nose along my cheek. He's fighting with himself again and boy do I love it. Right this moment, I decide I want him to want me so much that he can't bear to let me out of his sight. "Not really"

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.

Valerie. The devil and I had been sitting at the back without saying any word to each other. Other. My blood was boiling in anxiety when I felt his burning gaze on me. “What does your mate look like?”. He asked,not sparing me a glance. “He's the most handsome man I had ever seen”. I replied, looking through the window. “Please ... .can you just let me go. I'm not fit to be your Luna or mistress….. please….”. Tears swelled in my eyes as I pleaded the DEVIL desperately.

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

Beautiful in a way that still hurts. ‎Black tux cut to kill. ‎Eyes scanning the room like he’s cataloguing threats. ‎And then those eyes find me. ‎Across champagne flutes and chandeliers and two years of distance. ‎They find me. ‎And the glass slips from my fingers. ‎Shatters on marble like gunfire. ‎Because the devil I prayed I’d never see again just walked straight back into my life. ‎And the woman still holding my hand—the woman who just called me the kind of girl her grandson deserves—is Olga Romanov.

How was he so sensitive to every detail? "Fine,” I responded, slipping my hands out of his strong grip. He placed his hand on the wall, right beside my head, grabbing my cheek to shove me aside. He then turned on the lights. “Fulfill my desire in return?” He asked. I nodded. "Deal. I promise,”. "I never break a promise, and I never accept a promise being broken. Don't play with me,”. I nodded again. “Again, what's your name?”. "Luca. Luca DeLuca. The Mafia Don of DeLuca Mafia Empire.".

Her hands bunched my shirt, tugging me down as she kissed me again, her hot breaths slapped my skin, blood rushed downwards my cock, hardening. Caspian told me all she'd done whilst I was unconscious and it only made me want her more, how could a woman be so perfect — I didn't fucking deserve her but yet I had her and I didn't plan on letting her go. She tilted her head, giving me more room to dominate her mouth, she released a low hum that settled deep in my chest, making hunger burn thicker.

He nodded to my father, completely ignoring me. "Angelo, have a seat," my father said, gesturing to the other end of the table. Angelo sat down, lacing his fingers on the table. "I hear the Moretti family is making a very generous offer. But I'm here to remind you of the price for making a deal with the devil." My father's face tightened. "I'm here to make a real proposal. One that will truly solidify the alliance between our families." Angelo's gaze swept the room.

I reached my house and flung the door open, stumbling into the dark hall. “Lara? Ashley?” My voice was shaky. “Baby, where are you? Answer me, please!” My eyes scanned every corner, every shadow, every doorway, but the house was empty. And then I saw him. Devon. Sitting in my chair like he owned the place, like nothing in the world could touch him. He was dressed elegantly in a casual shirt and black trousers like his cloth wasn't torn. His hair was even tousled back! His legs were crossed, his hands resting lightly on his knees. His face was bruised and his hands were bandaged. My heart twisted painfully at his sight.

It seems to always end up the same way– leaving me empty and craving things I don't want… if that makes any sense. Heaven knows that forget being the last thing on my mind, falling for a man that oozes damning sensuality like a pheromone– the kind that seems to know how to call the risqué in me out to the surface without effort– is not there at all. If my previous relationship taught me anything, it’s that I am not designed for love. I can't seem to tell the wolves apart from the sheep, letting my stupid emotions push me into making terrible life choices, a case in point being what happened with Emiliano. The animal practically dumped me in a forced prostitution ring posing as an exclusive s