Mei X Devon Novels & Stories

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

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.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

Kyren Leo found me in my home office at seven in the morning, looking like he'd been up all night. He set a manila folder on my desk. "Miguel Serrano," he said without preamble. "We've got him." I looked up from the shipping manifests I'd been reviewing, my attention immediately focused on the folder. "What did you find?" "More than we hoped for." Leo settled into the chair across from my desk, his expression grim but pleased. "Your future father-in-law isn't going to be happy when he learns that you been having him tailed.”

“Don't do this to me, Devon.” Devon took her clasped palms into his large, calloused hands and kissed them softly, the gesture sickeningly gentle compared to the violence shining in his dark eyes. Then he leaned down and began to roughly kiss her neck and jaw, burying his face into her dark hair to inhale her scent loudly like a crazy maniac animal. “You denied me four years ago but look at us now Maya,” Devon laughed, his harsh, raspy voice vibrating against the soft, sensitive skin of her throat. “This is destiny. You're destined to be mine.”

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

"Oh, what’s her name… Hannah. I took care of her." "And you didn’t care to tell me?" I shouted. "I apologize. I was busy with other clients. You're not my only paying customer," he muttered. "But I’m your highest," I snapped, clicking my tongue. The line went silent for a beat. I cleared my throat, refusing to let the irritation settle. "Anything on my mother-in-law and Devon?" "Well, nothing unusual with your mother-in-law. But Devon…" he paused. "He seems to be eyeing some new blondie at work. She has blue eyes, though. I don’t think it’s anything to worry about—"

I quickly asked her what the problem was, and to my surprise, it was those customers who had spread my name on social media. SEX WITH THE DEVIL

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

he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh