Devils Temptation Novels & Stories

Noah questioned. "It's a private ceremony within two families... I'll be back on time." I got ready for the night. Used thick beard and wig to hide the face. Other members were also in disguise. We went to the club and as planned Spider was enjoying his lavish lifestyle with beautiful girls around him. Julie, Noah and I took seats. Arabella was going to make her entry in a different way but she is still missing. Looks like Spider has arranged the night for himself, all dancers and girls are entertaining him. He was done eye raping pole dancers by the end of her dance and something churned in my stomach.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

CAUGHT BETWEEN A DEVIL AND MY FEELINGS ISABELLA Maybe this would start the documentary of the girl who was snatched on an island while on the most disastrous summer vacation of her life. Panic was a living thing in my chest, clawing at my ribs and stealing my breath. The darkness was thick and suffocating. I couldn't see anything, I ouldn't even move. The hand over my mouth was warm, rough, pressing hard enough to keep me silent but not hard enough to hurt.

A dark, dangerous, beautiful god. I had to look away quickly and shut my eyes. This is unfair. Why do devils look this good? What was I saying? Even Lucifer was made out of precious stones. The Bible said so. Full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. Why? Why did evil have to look so tempting? He leaned back down and whispered in my ear. Something about Lucas. Something about not hesitating. I barely heard him. His breath was warm against my skin, his lips almost touching my earlobe, and my body was tense, every nerve ending firing at once.

I can't deny that fact. "I don't recall s-such an absurd deal." I lied through my teeth. I knew he was right. I do remember agreeing to something like that, but just like now, I wasn't in the right state of mind. There was this urge...the urge to kiss him till he drops...and another urge to trail my eyes down to his lower region and then drink in the delicious sight of him. The devil called 'temptation' was certainly at it's full power at the moment so of course a mere sex-addict like me could barely resist. One couldn't be blamed for giving in when set against someone like Kasan.

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

Not yet. ‎Tonight, the devil had come for his own

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

I looked up at him and I immediately forgot about how embarrassed I was. He's so damn handsome and that must be what devils look like. I thought to myself. Devils, in real life, don't have horns. Otherwise, it will be too easy to identify them in the crowd. Instead, they've got a pretty face, a hot body, and countless amounts of money to buy the whole universe. They walk the walk and talk the talk. Then, before you know it, bang, you become their puppet with their hand in your ass. Urg. Not a very pleasant thought. Definitely not pleasant.