Simple Devil Makeup Male の小説・ストーリー

"And I said-" "I'm not your friend, Sophia. I'll use you, I'll make sure there's no bone in that body that won't do as I say and when I'm done with you, you'd regret you ever met a devil like me, cause Sophia bambina... I'm a Devil you should run away from." And the stare he gave me said everything he didn't say. He was a Devil and I should run!! TBC

His shoes gleam beneath the bright, overhead lights. His hair is gelled back, highlighting his wickedly beautiful blue eyes and insanely handsome face. Devon Lachlan is no doubt the kind of man that could make any woman weak in the knees. Too bad I know his type. Beneath the well pressed suit and calm demeanour, lies a sadistic, carefully controlled darkness. Men like Devon Lachlan are the most dangerous of their kind, men who can play both the roles of a venomous demon and pure angel all at once.

She slowly chew the food on her mouth and follow what the devil commands her. “Finish that quickly, so that we can go out already,” the man reminded her again. Amore looked up to him and quickly scan his devious features; bald head, dirty looking beard, piercings everywhere and tattoos that is tattoed from his face down to his feet. He really lives up to his character. “You’ve been looking at me since earlier, Amore. You’re missing me already?” the man sneered as the two men outside the room laugh at his remarks.

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

His face looks so terrible, his mouth is open until saliva is flowing out. “HEY HUMAN BRAT! WHAT IF YOU RETURN MY ARM WITH YOUR MEET!!! I SWEAR I’LL MAKE IT PAINLESS.” “What?” “MANY OF YOU HAVE FALLEN IN MY STOMACH! AND SOON YOU’LL MEET YOUR COMRADES! HAHAHA HAHA AHA…” “You mean you have fought another devil hunter?” “SO WHAT? NOT EVEN ONE OF YOU CAN DESTROY ME.. BUT I APPRECIATE YOU BECAUSE YOU COULD MAKE ME LOSE ONE HAND, NO HUMAN HAS SUCCEEDED TO DO IT.”

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

All of this, to his astonishment was the door with his six yellow eyes and his red skin, he was wearing a white robe open over his shoulders and loose revealing his muscles. As he was revealing his chiselled belly and all his deltoids and his tight thighs, he was revealing his entire red body, and his biceps and arms he was occupying the humanoid shape of his long, shapely legs. The devil was wearing a white boot that went halfway up his thighs, and a long white thong that only covered part of his ass down to below the thighs and the front covered up to half of his firm thighs, which were adorned with skulls around it like a girdle he looked six inches taller than Astro-Star.

The deep red color against her pale skin made her look downright dangerous. Her breasts strained softly against the fabric and the slit exposed long smooth legs every time she moved. A strange heat curled low in my stomach as Katya stared at herself in the mirror with pure horror. “I look like a prostitute.” One of the maids immediately crossed herself under her breath. I hid my amusement behind the whiskey glass. “And an expensive one, nonetheless” Her eyes narrowed murderously at my reflection in the mirror. The housekeeper began working on her makeup next. Dark lashes, sharp winged eyeliner and red lips that practically begged for sinful things.

My body jabbed backward and I hit the mirror behind me but it did not break. Fvcking hell! It was Mr Pompous himself, in flesh, and blood. When did he start knocking on my door? He barges in whenever he wants. I covered my mouth and raised my eyes to see the calm look on his face. Gosh! My sight narrowed down to see he was back in his usual dress code; the Armani suit of the emotionless Dev-- I'll say it, Devil. Maybe a good prefix, the charming devil. Haha... I wanted to stop myself from grinning but I already did.

spat Valencia. Amber smiled wickedly, “He has a birthmark on his left ass cheek which resembles an upside down cross quite fitting as he is the fuckin’ devil incarnate. He had a small mole near his left ball sack that he wants you to lick almost to the point of obsession. But when it comes to him giving you oral, he often makes lame ass excuses. He doesn’t make sure you finish first, or often that you finish at all, it’s always about him getting off. Need I continue?”