The Devil Wears Desire Full Movie Novels & Stories

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

I pleaded to the man, but all that came out was a muffled noise. "Shh, it's okay, I got you. Don't be disobedient or else you won't like what I'll do to you." The man said in a smoky voice. I tried to get out of his hold using my hands but he was too strong. "You looked so fucking cute in the halls earlier. Like a lost puppy. You really caught my attention angel." The hand that was in my shirt was taken back and he clasped both of my hands tightly, I'm pretty sure it would leave a bruise by how much force the man was exerting.

When he took it off, Michel smiled that Arthuro knew he wanted to do that. "That's what I want from you, Arthuro. You're just talking too fast. Also, put your pants back on!” she ordered again. He just looked into Michel's eyes. He didn't want to look at his son. He didn't want to see the expression on his face. “You are a serious devil, Michel!” he ordered. Michel just laughed out loud when he said that. "I've known that for a long time. And just so you know, I'm willing to see Satan. If you really want, let's go together!" she sows it.

That had been three years ago, and in another neighborhood, another state – so why did I still remember that night so vividly immediately a man so much as looked my way? I hugged myself and sank to the floor, fighting tears. The billionaire, he was different. There was something extremely different about the way he kissed me, the power, the ruthless possessiveness, everything was there. But he kissed as if I could walk away anytime I wanted, and the only thing holding me back was my own desire. 'Desire.’ I felt my heartbeat quicken at the mere thought of that word, and I was sure a blush crept up my cheeks. Did I desire the billionaire? Did I want him to do even more than just kiss me? To ho

Every girl on this stage dreamed of being chosen by The Devil. He sat down on the sleek leather couch at the back of the crowd, the throne from which he reigned over this chaos. With a gleam in her eye, the stripper dropped to her knees, already knowing what he needed. She unbuckled his belt, slow at first, tongue darting out to wet her lips, anticipation heightening every movement. Her hands shook slightly both from fear and worship. She used her hand to pull his hard rod out. And as she lowered her head, he groaned deeply, leaning back, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Tell me what I have to do." Leviathan studied the young devil for long in heavy silence. He was astonished that Lucas was willing to give it all away for his human lover; a fragile being that'd eventually be the end of him. He stared at the devil's son. There was no fear in his eyes; just determination to get what he wants.

Her fresh sent, still wet hair, tinny droplets falling on her head, her smooth skin, the fact she sat just below his membrane cherry on top the cream which is enjoying what’s his drove him crazy awakening the Devil inside him He without any warring pulled her down holding her legs, startling her, the bowl in her hand reached the floor saying bye-bye to her, she looked up and gulped hard seeing his eyes which turned into dark grey in desire. He placed his lips on her in such urgency as his life depended on it, his kiss was deep, she found it hard to breathe, but the hungry devil was not satisfied, He started to devour her lips like a beast making them more swollen, she’d push his shoulder jus

What would his hands feel like on my bare skin? I was simultaneously terrified and turned on. I didn't know if I wanted to scream or strip for The Devil; I let him turn my body around and my head fell to the side as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the claiming spot at the nape of my neck. "Yes," I whispered, not sure what I was agreeing to or why except I was and I had to because this moment with this monster? My whole life had led up to this. The Devil was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..."

“Are you that desperate to make some money? You don’t mind leaving here with a broken arm because of a few thousand dollars?” I choke on my breath. “This….this is a misunderstanding." And he laughs. It’s cold, creepy, frightening in the most disturbing ways. “A misunderstanding?” He tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ears, and I want to die. “I strangely don’t want to hurt you to feel less upset, little dove. Instead, I want to keep you. I find you…interesting.” Does that mean he’d spare me? He grabs my chin, making me look into his dark, soulless eyes. He sucks my soul in with his breathtaking beauty, but the devilish curl of his lips makes me want to run. “So what do you say?”

My attention is immediately captured by the two people at the centre. Cameron sits behind the desk, his shirtsleeves rolled up over his tattooed forearms, revealing the stylised raven and stars that painfully remind me of my father. His expression is closed, focused, but there's a tiredness in his green eyes, dark circles that the harsh light accentuates. He's flipping through a file, his fingers tapping impatiently on the wood. Facing him, standing on the other side of the desk, a woman. Tall, slender, with a cascade of blonde hair falling in perfect curls over her bare shoulders. She wears a tight blood‑red dress that hugs every curve of her body like a second skin, stopping mid‑thigh to r