Devils Wheel Nsfw Novels & Stories

Good Girls Don’t Come Without Permission (1) Delilah's POV Everyone gathered around the Linh dining table—twenty guests filling the elegant room with conversation and laughter, but none of them had any idea what was happening beneath the table. I sat perfectly straight beside my husband, smiling politely, nodding at the right moments, while a small but powerful vibrator remained taped firmly to my inner thigh. Its smooth head pressed directly against my swollen clit. John had secured it himself earlier in the guest bathroom — sliding my black lace panties aside, spreading my already dripping folds, and pressing the device exactly where it would torment me most. Then he turned it on to the lo

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they came to a stop in front of massive double doors carved with intricate designs that looked like demons dancing in flames. "You can go in, your highness," the maid said before quickly turning and hurrying away, clearly wanting no part in whatever was about to happen. Eryndra stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at those ominous doors. She took in a deep breath, trying to gather what little courage she had left, then slowly pushed the doors open. The moment she entered the room, she could see him clearly - the devil himself sitting casually on the enormous four-poster bed with a scroll in his hands. He was still partially dressed from th

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Devan whispered, biting his lower lip as he pulled my body flush against his. He sucked on his own fingers, making them incredibly wet, before pressing them directly against my swollen clit, rubbing in a slow, torturous circular motion. “Devan…” My breath hitched, the intense friction unlocking a needy whimper from my throat. He didn't waste another moment. He lifted my legs and slid his thick dick straight back into my butt hole, thrusting softly at first without ever taking his wet fingers off my pussy. Nothing could have prepared me for the wicked talent of what he did next.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

he jabbed a finger toward the book without looking at it—“simply implies the era of then, not now!” I exhaled slowly, fighting back the urge to scream with him. “It wouldn’t be called the Book of Forgotten Truth if there wasn’t some weight to its words, Devon. Think. Have you ever heard of a wolf outside of you mating with a woman—a human—and conceiving with her? Have you?” At the word conceived, his pacing faltered. Devon froze, his broad back stiff, his head lowering slightly. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were darker, unreadable.

Alley POV The devil of my dreams was grinding against me, demanding I was his tonight. I won't deny it felt so amazing how his body reacted to mine but I wasn't a fool. He was claiming me as his weekend whore and I would never be just some ass for him to fuck. I should have told him to fuck off but I was weak for his attention.

He picked up his pants and took his phone from it, and the next thing I heard was a shutter sound, he smirked again, “don't worry I've sent you some nudes so you get used to it again. I heard a notification on my phone and sure enough, it was a picture of his dick. I couldn't help but stare in shock. How could he send this? And why am I still looking? I gulped, “it's bigger than the last time I remember… I mean get out!” Devon lets out a small muffled moan, “aren't you wet yet? As you can see, I'm already hard.” He walked closer to me and my heart started pounding in my chest, “get away! Stay away!” I yelled. “This is sexual harassment!"

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

“We will have her reeled in soon.” His eyes lit up once again, his lips curving up in a big smile. “Are you sure about that?”, he asked and reached out for the TV remote control close to him. He pressed a button and an obscene video played out on the screen. A woman was seen making out with two other women, The faces of the two women were blurry but the first woman’s face was as clear as day. It was the woman in front of him. Seeing the video, she sobbed. It was a deadly reminder of the deal that she had made with the Devil.