Devil Romance Books Novels & Stories

Yes, a normal person wouldn't react that way,’ she nodded finding the right word for him. ‘ Thinking of it again, it's more understandable why he's called a devil. Oh oh, I shouldn't underestimate him. He's dangerous ‘ She thought to herself, but her mind wandered to what had happened before they got to the office. His soothing words, his charming smile… ‘ What's wrong with you?,’ she quickly scolded herself inwardly, ‘ Which smile is charming, that was the smile of a devil, you better not fall for it. Lucifer was the most handsome in heaven ‘

I savoured her taste like a hungry beast, even her mouth tasted like cherry. My blood thrummed. Her lips were so soft and warm that I couldn't resist another taste. God! Why was her scent so intoxicating? It wasn't this prominent before, since when did I become this attracted? She moaned, running her hands over my neck. It was electrifying, I haven't been this aroused my whole life. At this rate, I might take advantage of her. She was vulnerable; I have her at my mercy. The devil in me was eager to corrupt her. To dirty her in all ways possible.

They stood there for a beat, just holding one another, and Adom had to shake himself free of the strange longing that was beginning to invade his mind. "Why don't we take this to the bed," he suggested, hands beginning to tug on Win shirt. The Angel nodded and pulled it off, his own hands unbuttoning Adom jacket, but the Devil was far too impatient for that. He banished it with a flourish of magic that had Win chuckling softly. The Angel hopped up on the bed, scooting back until his back was to the pillows. Adom followed after him, crawling over that long lean body like a predator. They shared a grin before the Devil leaned over and again kissed his Angel .

TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO ALPHA KING CHECKMATE THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL NINE MONTHS

There were more people than I knew there to celebrate my sham of a marriage to one of the DeLuca devils. Nero was standing over the banister, looking down at me. I glared at him and crossed my arms against my chest. I don’t know what he was looking at when he was head over heels in love with another woman. If he dared to touch me, I would castrate him. He and I met for dinner before I left for Dublin, and he owed me a very rare painting I knew Nico had. I couldn’t ask Nico, so I helped Nero get revenge after Serena was lured by the heir to the Russian mafia.

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He kissed her sweat on her skin and the tears in her eyes, his hands wrapping tightly around her. "Mine, Elena, so fucking mine," he growled deeply with his lips in her ear, groaning as spurts of hot semen spilled into her walls. Then he held her, even after the orgasm had been spent, his fingers massaging the mop of her sweaty hair, And Elena knew, when her heartbeat became uncontrollable, that she had fallen again, For her devil captor. Which was completely fucked up, because she already started making moves to get her revenge on him.

“…you will survive this. If you comply. If you learn your place. And perhaps, in time… you will understand that being mine is not the end of your life. It is the only way forward.” Her mind raced. Her body shook. She hated him. She feared him. And yet, beneath the terror, beneath the anger, something darker took root—a dangerous curiosity, a reluctant fascination she couldn’t admit to herself. Because he wasn’t just taking her. He was claiming her completely. And for the first time in her life, Yesha Elaine understood: the rules no longer applied. They belonged to him.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]