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Mr. Creep & Mrs. High-Pitch
Mariam El-HafiThe story is slowly undergoing edits.
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The Devil's Fire Sweet Hell
Damiano Fucking hell. I pushed my chair back, keeping my face blank as I stalked off in the direction she went, not caring how the chatter paused. I stopped right in front of the bathroom door, when it opened a small gasp escaped her plump lips. I gritted my teeth at the sound, as my dick pressed painfully against my slacks. I walked towards her. One slow agonizing step at a time, until her ass hit the sink behind her. I let out a satisfied grunt as my eyes trailed down her curves. I rested my hands on the sink, caging her between my arms as I leaned in closer to her, hearing her breath hitch. “Do you have any idea what you have done?” I asked, my voice low and gruff. I watched her nervously gulp as she stared at me with those bright green eyes of hers. “No.” She whispered. My hands tightened around the sink. “You have no business showing up in your little, tight, dress.” When my fingers brushed against her bare pussy, I almost fucking lost it. I cocked my head to the side. “Tel
The Devil's Fire Oh, Shit!
Althaia My thighs were still slick with my arousal, and I took my time cleaning myself up to gather my thoughts. I was left satisfied but also with a strange, conflicting feeling swirling around my body. Have I lost my mind? I could have stopped him. I should have stopped him from fucking me with his fingers. But I didn’t want to, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it emotionally because my body betrayed me completely by reacting so quickly to his touch. It must be the wine! Yes. It was clearly the wine that prevented me from thinking rationally and had me spreading my legs for him like my life depended on it. I mean, for a split second, I thought it was with how he was choking me. But damn, that was the best fucking orgasm in a long time. I took in a deep breath and tried to fix myself, so it didn’t look like I just came all over a man’s fingers less than two minutes ago. A man who literally could snap my neck like it was nothing if he wanted to. Yes, I have definitely lost m
The Devil's Fire Now, What?
Althaia I let out a small groan, grabbing my head due to the pounding headache. I sat up and blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the darkness in the room. It was Cara’s room. Before I could get confused about why I was here, everything rushed back to me. Blood. So much blood. And my uncle’s detached tongue on the floor. I almost gagged at the image. A beam of light filled the room as the door opened. “You’re awake.” Cara stepped in and handed me a bottle of water. “Are you okay?” She sat next to me on the bed and looked at me with worry. I shrugged. “He deserved it, Thaia. He’s lucky he’s still alive after talking like that.” She scoffed, her voice laced with disgust and not at all bothered. She was right. Her father deserved it, and more, particularly for how he has treated Cara over the years. But it was seeing the action unfold in front of me that had me black out. It was a friendly reminder of what kind of world I had stepped into and what these people were capable of.
The Devil's Fire Church
Althaia “You promised me, Althaia!” Cara scowled. “I did no such thing!” I mirrored her expression. I was in Cara’s room, helping her pack her bags since she was going to stay with the Bellavia family to plan the wedding. Actually, she was packing while I was laying on the bed, just flipping through a random magazine I found. Since it was a good few hours between the residences, it was easier for her to stay there instead of constantly going back and forth. And now she was trying to make me go with her. “Yes, you did! Remember when we went out for brunch, and I told you I needed help planning the wedding? You told me you would be happy to help since you’re staying here for a while and have nothing to do, anyway.” She insisted. I stopped flipping through the magazine as I tried to remember when I had said that. “Are you actually trying to implant a fake memory into my mind?” I looked at her accusingly. “No.” She avoided looking at me. “Yes, you are, you sneaky little bitch!” I
The Devil's Fire A Man Of His Words
Damiano I lit up a cigarette; the smoke filling my lungs as I inhaled deeply. The Service finished and everyone was slowly leaving the parking lot, but my eyes never once strayed away from her as they got ready to leave. My eyes slid down her body, resting on that perfect, round ass of hers. Even dressed modestly, the dress still clung to her curves beautifully, making me fantasize about tearing the dress off her and bending her over the hood of the car. I drew in a deep drag and released a thick cloud of smoke that lingered in the air. It was the only thing stopping me from succumbing to my lust. I glanced to the side; Lorenzo was raising a brow at me as he caught me checking her out. “In front of God’s house?” “Mind your own fucking business.” I snapped, and he gave me a slightly amused look. An old lady gasped and gave me a disgusted look at my language as she walked by. I gave her a stare until she looked away and got inside her car. I scoffed, and it only amused Lorenzo some
The Devil's Fire Majestic Manor
Althaia Do you think they are okay?” I asked our driver for the hundredth time, whose name I learned was Dario. The poor guy was stuck in the car with me and Cara. I kept asking questions and wouldn’t shut up. But he was actually nice and showed no annoyance towards me and kept reassuring me that no one got hurt and everyone was safe. But somehow his words were not comforting me the way I had hoped. “Althaia, please shut up and leave Dario alone. He said they are okay, so hush!” Cara scolded and I clamped my mouth shut. I kept checking my phone to see if I got any messages. I texted Michael a while ago to see if he had heard from my father, but I still had no reply. I sighed and leaned back in the seat, staring out the window, hoping to distract my mind. Michael I just talked to him, and he told me what happened. Shit, Althaia, are you okay? I breathed out a sigh of relief and texted him back. Althaia Thank God! Yes, we are okay and safe. We are on our way to the Bellavia's.
The Devil's Fire Red Marks
Althaia My heart fluttered as I stepped further into the room. His golden-brown eyes followed me as I slowly walked toward him. “You’re okay.” I breathed out in relief. I didn’t want to admit it to Cara, but I had been worried sick about Damiano. He risked his life for me. Damiano didn’t say anything, his face expressionless as he held his hand out for me to take. Without giving it a single thought, I went to him and placed my hand in his. I let out a small gasp when he suddenly took a hold of my hips and pulled me onto his lap in a straddle position. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself when I almost crashed into him. “How are you?” He asked, and my body tingled when he caressed me. “I should be the one asking you. You’re the one who acted like a bulletproof vest for me.” I chuckled. He let out a genuine smile and my breath quickly got caught in my throat. It was a rare, beautiful sight that had my stomach fluttering uncontrollably. My body acted on its own and I
The Devil's Fire An Affair?
Althaia Planning a wedding was absolutely no joke. There were so many things that needed to be done and when I said to Cara that she owed me big time for spending hours looking at materials, cakes, colors, flowers, and whatnot, she simply said my reward was staying in this majestic manor. What a sucker. A week has already gone by since we were welcomed into the manor. And it has also been a week since I last saw him. Not that I was counting the days, and especially not because I was thinking about him every damn minute. Okay, so what if I was thinking about him? Not only did he save my life, but that man gave me some of the best orgasms with just his fingers. But seriously, who just comes to your room, pleasures you, then disappears into thin air? The Devil, obviously. And I was apparently crazy enough to let him touch me without giving it a single thought. Now, he was nowhere to be found for a week, and I didn’t know what that meant. I stopped in my tracks, getting distracted,
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