Devi And Paxton Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Typing away furiously. Paxton and I were in our own little, fucked up world. He was taunting and tormenting me. And the worst thing was that his face didn't show the sin he was committing under the table. His face was as normal as anything else. One would not know what he was capable of. He had that resting, unbothered face. Once I was the edge of cumming, the bastard pulled his finger out and brought it closer to his lips and licked it clean without anyone seeing. Fuck. I was close to orgasm.

I looked up and standing over him…was the devil himself. Zayden Romano. The man who had haunted my nights. The one who had touched me in ways no one else ever had. The once stranger I had given my virginity to. The person I hoped would save me from Matteo. Here he was — dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his expression unreadable. In one hand, he held a linen napkin, slowly wiping a bloody knife as if he were merely cleaning up after dinner. He didn’t look at the man he had just murdered.

I could cum just from this. Xander looks up, flicking his tongue across my nipple while staring into my eyes. The smug bastard smirks at the lust on my face before pulling back. “I’d never let him be in here when you first arrive. I need several hours alone with you two before we go talk to our pup.” “Agreed,” Dev says, pushing me back down on the bed and tugging my shorts off. He stands to remove his own, and Xander takes the opportunity to slide two fingers through my arousal and push them inside me.

"It doesn't." He reached out, slow enough that I could pull away if I wanted to, and brushed a strand of hair back from my face. His fingers were warm against my cold skin, and I felt something in my chest crack open at the gentleness of it, more gentleness than I'd expected from a man everyone called the Devil. "I don't know how to do this," he said. "Any of it. Being someone you can trust after everything that connects us." "Neither do I."

Diana and the older man was shocked but she couldn't help rejoicing within. "Are you sure?" "Yes Father...I want her" He grinned. "Okay, since you want her...I hope this is settled, Mrs Chadwick" "Of course, we would be ready. Thank you for the price" "We'll be leaving now and we'll arrive on the festival day" "Sure" She released a charming smile and watched their retreating backs. "I can't believe that stupid girl almost ruin things...I'm glad the young master agreed" "Stop sulking, will you?"

I tell them. “Don’t worry kitten. Draven texted me a little while ago telling me that they have talked and are working things out.” Devon says. “Good,” I say. “I know there is more than that on your mind kitten,” Devon adds. I turn to face the two of them. For the love of god, these two are trying to kill me. They are both sitting on the bed in nothing but boxer shorts. All their muscles are on full display. Forget about a six-pack; these two reincarnated Greek gods have fucking eight packs. I want to run my hands and tongue on them.

I greeted him and kissed him. "Thank you!" he thanked "Oh! By the way, let me introduce you to someone," he said, my brows furrowed. He stood up and I followed him with my gaze, my chest throbbed when I saw the man he was talking to. "Devi!" I was slightly surprised when Shaun mentioned my name "This is Alex, my friend." Shaun said and gave me a sly grin. Dang! I didn't think that he was the guy who crashed my car and was with Tim in the picture. Why did I just realize it now?! My God! Devi!

A cage dressed in finery. Ethan followed, dismissing the guards with a flick of his hand. He closed the door softly, then turned to me with that same infuriating smirk. “You’ll thank me one day,” he said, stepping closer. “For what? Selling me like cattle?” “For saving you from him.” I laughed again, bitter. “You think Dante is the devil? At least he doesn’t pretend to be a saint.” Ethan’s jaw clenched. “He would’ve broken you.” “He already did,” I spat. “And you....you let it happen. You knew what he was, and you let him take me. Just so you could play hero later.”

It seems to always end up the same way– leaving me empty and craving things I don't want… if that makes any sense. Heaven knows that forget being the last thing on my mind, falling for a man that oozes damning sensuality like a pheromone– the kind that seems to know how to call the risqué in me out to the surface without effort– is not there at all. If my previous relationship taught me anything, it’s that I am not designed for love. I can't seem to tell the wolves apart from the sheep, letting my stupid emotions push me into making terrible life choices, a case in point being what happened with Emiliano. The animal practically dumped me in a forced prostitution ring posing as an exclusive s

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.