Quickly Wear The Face Of The Devil Novels & Stories

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

he whispers nudging my forehead Sleep with me twenty thousand times and your debt is gone My eyes widened in horror, "Mr Voss, I don’t think I can last long for twenty thousand nights" my voice hoarse He smirked, Then, seven times per day Two thousand-eight hundred days You can last that long right? Seven times a day???! Even whores don't go that extra His face contorted, what did you say? He questioned. His face darkened, he pressed a knee between my thighs.

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.

I looked back to see the storm at great speed approaching towards my direction. " Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*king start!" To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

She heard the rumor that this devil never fuck from the front because he didn't to like to see the face of the one he was fucking. And that's moments she determinate she will mould him, the devil, according to her, how she will enjoy but this is completely different now, she shouldn't accept the offer, she can't even say 'NO' to this devil now since she knew one word escape from her lips and she will never see sunrise again, so it's smarter to stay quiet and hang tight for it to end and yet she was in uncertainty assuming that she truly can leave his underhanded paws..

“What— Why?” His eyes flashed, almost silver. “Full moons bring... complications.” “Complications?” she echoed. “You will obey, or you will regret it,” he said simply. She didn’t respond. “Rule three,” he said, voice low. “You serve me. That is your purpose here. You’ll answer when called, you’ll speak when spoken to, and you’ll stay in line.” Emilia’s breath hitched. “And if I don’t?” He leaned in, voice like velvet and fire. “Then I’ll remind you why they call me the devil.”

“What? She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I’m not leaving without her.” “Well, me as the head of the mafia in the USA is saying that you are going to be leaving here without her, and I don’t think your little club will be able to take down the Mafia. So, if I were you, I leave now and forget about Angel or you might lose your life and all those in your club.” He stared me down with such angry and I just smiled at him daring him to challenge me over this. He then turned to Levi.

I turn around swiftly , hoping desperately that I just imagined that voice. Unfortunately for me , I did not imagine it. The devil himself was standing right in front of me with a smug look on his face. He wears a grey sweat pants , with his upper body bare from any fabric. His appearance does not help at the least , as the wetness between my legs get greater. My throat feels like sand paper , though I just drank water a few seconds ago.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 �

His gaze flickered from my neck to my eyes, and the moment the words left my lips, a slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. "Then I will touch you, little rose. I will ruin you. Make you mine. I will unravel you piece by piece until pleasure is all you know." Devil. That was the only word that came to mind as I stared at Alaric. He was the devil— the kind who whispered tempting things, making it impossible to resist, making you crave him even when you knew you shouldn't. ‘Stay away from the devil. He is dangerous. He is horrible and cruel. If you give in to his temptations, your body and soul will be his. You can't run from him because, in the end, he always takes what belongs to him.