Devon Debauchery Novels & Stories

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

Devon threw his chips in the middle of the table, tapping his fingers on his cards. Devon was the opposite of Daniel. He was a rich playboy who liked expensive things, breaking rules, and wasting money. He didn’t care about morals. Ironically, Devon Whitehall didn’t need a job, just like Henry didn’t need more dirty jokes. But he went to college in America, became a lawyer, and stayed far from Britain. I was sure he had problems waiting for him back home, but I didn’t care enough to ask. “All in,” I said. Henry smacked his lips and pushed all his chips forward.

"You definitely picked the right one to date, though. Devin is the real deal, and Devon leaves behind a trail of broken hearts." By the way her words were slurring together, I could tell the glass of wine she ordered wasn't her first of the evening. "I think that's why Devon settles for the never-ending stream of gold-digging baddies," she continued. "Who are baddies?" I genuinely asked her. "Oh, you know," she waved her hand around.

A low, knowing smile formed on the corner of Devien’s lips, then he whispered, “I pin bad girls down, raise their dresses, then spank their succulent asses so hard until they are red and sore.” “Succulent?” Nuella repeated. “How do you know about that?” Devien’s hand slipped into her dress, then he caressed her ass gently and said, “I know they are succulent because I have one naughty girl…” Nuella’s pussy dripped, his quiet affirmation causing her stomach to bubble. Her body melted as his huge palm caressed her hips, but before she could settle into it completely, Devien placed a kiss on the side of her ear, then pulled away completely.

Though not as bulky as the Hulk beside me, I could see the lean and powerful muscles beneath his clothes, ensuring an aesthetic nature while also maximising sreneth over bulk. "Miss, Gina?" he called, pulling me out my reverie. "Are you okay?" "Um, yeah," I nodded. "Thank you for having me, Mr Devon Fenrir." "You can simply call me Devon," he smiled charmingly. I did my best to ignore that warm smile and his easy-going nature and remind myself that this was the face of the monster who has been making the lives of my family a living hell for a while now. "I would like to get straight to the point if you would allow me?" I said once I sat down.

Why wouldn't my feet move again and with faint surprise, I realized that he had probably enchanted them to the pavement. "Why would I do you any favours?" I snarled rudely, getting into a glaring contest with him and turning my eyes just seconds into it, I didn't like what I saw in the depths of those eyes. Judging from the amused tilt if his lip, I guessed he had done that to me on purpose. I wasn't supposed to be rude to the Devil, but he had already ruined my life, how bad could it get? "Because, Ruby Davies," he started, reaching into his the pockets of his jeans to pull out a cigarette stick. He stared at it uninterestedly for a second or so and it lit up. "I'm willing to return your so

The sound of the filthy words Vito kept whispering in his ear, telling him how hard he was, how pretty he looked when he was falling apart, how he belonged to him. It was too much. Aiden came with a loud, broken cry, his whole body jerking hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out over Vito’s fist, spilling onto the counter and dripping down. Vito milked him through every pulse, then finally let go. They stood there panting, steam still thick in the air. Aiden turned around slowly, legs shaky. He looked at Vito’s still-hard cock, flushed dark and leaking. “Why don’t you ever… finish with me?” Aiden asked quietly.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Devon: To get revenge on him, He's a very wicked person, he knows I have nowhere to go, Instead of him to accommodate me as his brother, he's chasing me out Dylan: Are you even listening to yourself? You've stayed with me for over three months and I never complained till now, You're a grown up and matured man who should be in his own house Devon: Enough of these insults, I'm leaving already! (Dylan attempts to attack Devon one more time but Cecilia separates them) Cecilia: Dylan please... Dylan: Pack your things and get out!!! Devon: Quit whining, I'm leaving already, Besides it's not like you earned the money for this house legally

He was not afraid of being executed but was now feeling disappointed at both Devon and Raelyn. Devon indirectly used Talitha as a threat as he was afraid that Declan would change his mind. Raelyn showed no mercy on him as she wanted to get rid of him by using the drug that they have smuggled from abroad. Devon chuckled bitterly with tears welling up in his eyes. He finally was convinced that there was a karmic cycle in this world. It could be said that his time had finally come. What more could he say when Devon and Raelyn had decided to abandon him?