Quickly Wear The Face Of The Devil Novels & Stories

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

I kicked the dress away and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. As the water poured over my skin it gave me temporary comfort, one which I badly needed right now. I was now in the devil's cage and I knew I needed to be careful. I didn't know how mafia bosses operated but something I was sure of was that they were cruel. They were evil and they were very dangerous. The activities of the mafia, most of the time were gory or worse— I shivered. I closed my eyes as I breathed through my slightly parted lips.

Pain mixed with heat and her pussy started to hurt. She ordered, “Stop.” He noticed, “Your mouth says stop but your body doesn’t.” She claimed, “I hate you.” He said, “Hate me all you want.” He unhooked her bra quickly and tossed it aside. Her boobs spilled free, nipples stiff. He pinched one nipple hard. She yelped, “Nghn~!” He yanked his own shirt off and threw it away. His chest pressed against hers, skin hot. He shoved his shorts down. His cock sprang out, thick and hard. She saw it and her breath caught.

He pushed it open. The room inside was cold. Damp. The smell of sweat and blood hung in the air. And there he was. Matthew Verratti. One of his men. Or at least, he had been. Now he was strung up like a piece of meat, arms stretched wide, wrists bound to chains bolted into the ceiling. His feet barely touched the ground. His shirt was torn, blood dripping from cuts on his face and chest. Lothaire stepped inside, the door closing behind him with a heavy thud.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

“Even after I’ve filled you three times today.” Adrian moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. His hole was slick and swollen, leaking Luca’s cum from earlier, but it still clenched greedily around his thick cock. Luca leaned over him, chest pressed to Adrian’s back, and bit down on his shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by the devil while the world hunts us.” “Yes,” Adrian gasped. “God yes.”

The moonlight fell across his face, highlighting the mark on his chest—faintly glowing, like it was alive. He whispered the words he had read again, his voice hollow: “You will either destroy the world… or destroy yourself.” A single tear rolled down his cheek. And somewhere deep in the void—the world beyond the living—a thousand unseen eyes opened, smiling in the dark.

The metallic smell of blood hit her nose, and her eyes wouldn't stop bulging as she saw their gazes on her. Her eyes caught hold of their dress: black boots, leather pants and jackets, and their shaped nose masks. All of them looked so familiar, and her brain began processing them. The answers became crystal clear and she...she... "Y...You three are T...the Hell devil's."

“Stop, please! This was a mistake. I only wanted a peck on the cheek!” He stepped back a little, scoffing in disbelief. “A peck on the cheek? What? Am I a kid?” Then his eyes glowed as if challenged, and he leaned in towards me. “You should know that the devil never sleeps. You can’t get away with a sneaky peck on the cheek. So the next time, don’t play with fire if you fear getting scorched.” He walked away towards the restaurant. “I need a drink.”