Loving The Devil Novels & Stories

“You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.” “I'm telling you the truth,” Parker protested, his voice shaking. David raised his gun and shot Parker in the leg. “I don't have time for games. Give me the pen drive or you'll regret it.” With a trembling hand, Parker handed over the pen drive. David snatched it from him and inspected it carefully. “Good boy,” he sneered. “But you know what I do to traitors, Parker? I don't show mercy. And you betrayed me.”

Life was insane, absolutely insane, yet somehow, I couldn’t imagine walking away anymore, that realization settled quietly but firmly inside me. I loved him. Not the fantasy version people feared or whispered about, not the powerful mafia boss everybody called the Devil, I loved the man who watched me sleep like I was precious, the man who remembered what coffee I liked, the man who acted cold around the world but touched me carefully like I might shatter. The man who looked terrifying until I laughed, then suddenly softened without realizing it, I loved all of him, even the dangerous parts, maybe especially the dangerous parts, which probably meant I needed therapy.

Dante would take everything the Devil loved and own and burn it to ash. Starting with Isabella Russo.

I look at the devil beside me and then at the cross and me in the middle. I know for a fact that Kelvin would not be a good person, but I have loved this boy too much. With my whole heart, I would not, would never leave him for anyone. I sucked in a deep breath, stretched my hands and shook his as the rain fell, heavy wind blowing past where our love stitch started. “Fine. I would do whatever you want." He smiled. “Good. It is for your good." But how can a deal with the devil be good for someone?

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

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.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen. My phone buzzes again. The Devil: ‘My dreams usually come true.’ The audacity of this man. ME: ‘I will be the one to break that trend.’ The Devil: ‘Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, Evelyn.’ Who the hell does he think he is? God?????? ME: ‘Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me Vincent Beckett.’ The Devil: ‘I think you’re the one who’s falling in love with me. :)’

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

Until the world would melt. I heard the door slightly jam, and I knew. The devil was home. I turned to him without even bothering to wipe my tears. Just as I expected, he asked me if I was okay. Was I supposed to be okay? He stepped closer, spreading his arms for a hug. Oh, the devil wants a hug? How dare he stab me, yet come here as the loving, caring man I loved and praised everytime. What have I done to deserve this from him? What have I done to make him hate me so much!