Devon Debauchery Novels & Stories

Her eyes glittered with a manic triumph as she looked out over the crowded courtyard. Beside her stood the pack’s chief headsman, a massive, faceless warrior clad in solid black iron armor, his broad hands resting on the hilt of a heavy, double-edged executioner’s axe. Kneeling at the absolute center of the wooden stage, his head forced down over a massive block of scarred oak, was Devon. He looked completely broken, his tattered clothes soaked through with a dark crimson that stained the wood beneath his chest. The white medical linens wrapped around his torso were fraying, and his breathing was a shallow, wet rattle. He did not fight the iron chains locking his wrists to the floorboards. H

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

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 ‘

"He was going to kill me, Alaric. He looked right through me." "Devon was consumed by the ledger," Alaric explained softly, standing up to pour two glasses of amber liquid from a crystal decanter. He handed one to me, his fingers lingering against mine. "The moment he saw the scale of the syndicate's wealth, it broke something inside him. Some men are not built to carry that kind of weight."

I had to stay calm and follow orders. Devon took out the cloth from her mouth after she had muffled a response. “You’re a bad man! My father’s going to find me.” Devon stifled a chuckle as he rose to his feet. “Get her to the shelter, and keep her safe.” The guard nodded and pulled her up to her feet. She thrashed as she tried to free herself once more, but it was all futile. Devon laughed, enjoying her struggle. Now I understand why he had such a terrible aura. He was terrifying, a creature forged from darkness. There was no way that anybody could stand up to him.

It wasn't because I cared about getting positive attention from a god of pleasures, he was the great incubus, just like the fallen angel who was now a wolf demon, called the Andalusian, in that somehow, I was knowing that this The devil was a pile of pleasures, he was what I wanted, all of it was desirous and attractive. Debora that in fact, I was sure that any attraction he felt towards me disgusted him on some level, in that this woman didn't think it had anything to do with being his half-sister, a half-breed of humans and demons, in who came from a long line of demonic wolf women, who didn't seem like the type of person who cared about social norms. Maybe if I could get close to him and

“So you came to me.” “Yes.” “And why would I help you?” “Because everyone says there’s only one man my father has never been able to control.” She held his gaze. “They call him the Devil.” The faintest smile appeared on Damien’s face. “I’ve never liked that nickname.” “But you never denied it.” “No.” He stood and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the rain-soaked estate. His hands rested casually in his pockets. “You know what people also say about me?” “They say you never lose.”

Their love would find a way to overcome all obstacles. For now, this was more than enough. THE END. ******** DEVIANCE finally comes to an end and I am so happy at how everything turned out. Thank you to those who read my book, commented and made me smile, voted, and recommend my book to friends. Thanks to all silent readers out there. You are appreciated.

He stood and walked over to the windows, naked. I realised this was the first time I was actually seeing him in full view. His wide torso, brawny arms, muscular thighs and black tattoos running along the length of his broad chest. I swallowed. "Like an asshole," I answered. A cold, patronizing smirk. "I doubt you're in a place to pass judgment on my character, Amore. You don't know me well enough. Behaving like an 'asshole' could be a norm for me, nothing out of the ordinary. You don't know me," he repeated. His eyes turned darker. "I could be a murderer, a serial killer."

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”