All Chapters of The Devil Has Feelings Too : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ADRIANO She melted against me. One second, she was stiff, like she wanted to resist, and the next, she was pressing herself into me, her fingers clutching my shirt like she needed something to hold on to. Like she needed me. I groaned into her mouth, tasting the alcohol on her tongue, mixed with that sweet, metallic tang of blood. It shouldn’t have driven me crazy, but it did. Everything about her did. Her lips were soft, needy, desperate in a way I didn’t expect. I slid a hand up her back, feeling her shiver beneath my touch as I grabbed the nape of her neck, holding her still as I kissed her deeper, harder. Fuck. I had told myself I wouldn’t do this. I told myself she was just a maid. Just an annoyance. But sitting there, with her straddling my lap in that sinful little outfit, her warm body pressing against mine, her breath hitching every time I moved my hands lower, I knew I was lying to myself. I wanted her. Had wanted her from the first moment she walked int

AZZURRA My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t help the shiver that ran down my spine. I wanted to deny the flutter in my stomach, but his touch was making it impossible to think straight. “You were reckless last night,” he said, his voice thick with something darker. “Dancing with strangers, wearing something that barely covered you... did you want to be punished?” My cheeks flamed, and I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. “I didn’t—” He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine again, capturing my breath in a heated, demanding kiss. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the hard lines of his body through the thin fabric, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that slipped out. Adriano took that as encouragement, deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing against mine. He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing mine. “You’re a menace, Azzurra,” he murmured. Before I could respond, he guided me back to the bed, his hands firm but not

AZZURRA The car Luna Vienna had arranged for me was waiting at the entrance, sleek and intimidating, just like the man I was supposed to deliver the parcel to. I held the small package tightly, my hands shaking as I stepped into the backseat. I couldn’t believe she was sending me to Massimo De Luca. Of all people, why him? My mind was racing, trying to figure out why. Why me? Why did Luna Vienna choose me, of all the other servants, to deliver this package to the most ruthless mafia don in the city? It didn’t make sense unless she knew. Unless she had done a little digging into my past and found out about my mistake. I bit my lip, staring out the window as the car glided through the city streets. The dress Luna had provided clung to me like a second skin—black, elegant, but modest enough to not draw too much attention. The invitation card she’d handed me was embossed with gold lettering, a formal request to attend some kind of charity gala hosted by Massimo himself. I couldn’t

AZZURRA The room they kept me in smelled of dust and mold. The window was too high for me to reach, and the door was locked from the outside. I sat on the cold, hard floor, pulling my knees to my chest. I had no idea how long I’d been there, hours, or maybe a day. My stomach growled, but they hadn’t brought me any food. My throat was dry, and my head hurt from the constant tension. I tried to think of a way out, but the door didn’t budge when I tried pushing it earlier. These bastards knew what they were doing. I wasn’t going anywhere unless they let me out. Eventually, I heard footsteps. The lock clicked, and two men walked in. One of them grabbed my arm roughly, hauling me to my feet. “Get up. The boss wants to see you,” he grunted. I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. “You don’t have to drag me like a damn animal.” He just smirked. “Keep talking, princess. See where it gets you.” The other man tossed a dress at me. It was red, flashy, and way too tight for my liking. “Put

AZZURRA "You look like shit by the way.” “Sorry Beta Leonardo for my shabby dressings," I said, then to myself I muttered as I pushed myself up, "I could have easily taken my bathe and dressed fancy while being locked up. Where’s your Alpha? Too busy doing other things?" What the fuck was I saying right now, I sound needy. His face darkened immediately. He grabbed my arm, a little too tightly. “Don’t talk about him like that. He is your alpha too.” I ripped my arm out of his grip, rolling my eyes. Whatever. Save your loyalty speech. "I am going back inside.” Leonardo’s eyes bulged. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” “People say that a lot,” I shrugged. He stared at me like I’d grown two heads. “You’ve just escaped that crazy bastard, and now you want to waltz back into his mansion?” “There are women and children in the basement,” I said firmly. “Locked up, starving. I’m not leaving them.” “No way,” he said, crossing his arms. “You’re not going anywhere near that place. A