Devils Wheel Nsfw Novels & Stories

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Amber said. “Did Hunter fuck another bitch without protection again.” Someone said as they descended from the staircase at the side. I know that voice. He came down the stairs, his hair looking all messy like he just woke up, a good type of messy, it screams effortlessly handsome. He had no top on just a slightly baggy trousers. He ran his fingers through his hair, squinted and looked at me. “Oh it is just the weird bitch from the test. Hi I’m Delvin and I am wondering when the fuck would you be leaving.” Delvin as in the super hot guy from the test said.

He said simply, eyes on Vivienne Making me tighten my hold on her She noticed this, and turned her attention back to my neck, kissing and sucking on the skin. Chaol's eyes darkened as he zoned in on the action. "I thought this was a business meeting" he said annoyed I nodded "It is" Cassian said Cassian Nosov was my right hand man. "Then why are you letting her act like a whore?" He asked Vivienne's head popped up, an adorable pout on her soft red lips "A whore?" She asked in a childish way

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

His posture screams pride, arrogance and conceit, values heaven granted him at his birth. He gives Devlin a knowing look, the kind I saw my mother give me during my teenage years when she was waiting for an answer. Devlin clenches his jaw in exaggeration as a reply, a habit I’ve noticed men nurse when they are angry. Michael does that a lot. Calmly sitting in a tub full of water in my pyjamas, I grant myself a free ticket to the show. Dustin is standing restlessly by the door, guilt hovering in display over his features, an emotion unaccustomed to demons and devils. Our eyes meet for a brief second and I almost feel bad I told on him, but then I remember how the dark-haired older man confron

I felt him hard beneath me and ground down on instinct. “Fuck,” he growled. “You're gonna kill me.” “Good,” I panted. “Die happy.” He yanked my bra up, mouth closing over one nipple. I cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders. The partition was up—Zane couldn't see—but I didn't care if the whole damn pack watched at this point. Devon pulled off with a wet pop. “Tell me to stop.” “No.” His hand slid into my leggings, fingers finding me soaked. He cursed reverently. “This for me?”