My Devilish Desires Novels & Stories

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

“Refusal isn’t an option, Yesha. You signed. You agreed. You belong to me—whether you accept it or not. And the sooner you understand that, the sooner this will all be… easier.” Easier. Yesha shivered. There was nothing easy about this. Nothing safe. Nothing she wanted… and yet, she couldn’t look away. Because beneath the fear, beneath the anger, beneath the confusion… there was something else. Something intoxicating. Something dangerous. Something that made her pulse race in a way she hated.

A deep, throaty chuckle came from his chest, and the twinkling, mischievous look in his eyes told me that bastard knew exactly what he'd done. Damn him! I focused on not panting, still struggling against my base impulses. Several rather creative ideas for how I might use his body for my pleasure flashed through my mind. Rather than let me calm down and get myself under control, the asshat leaned in and whispered hungrily in my ear, "The things I'm going to do to you..." My pussy contracted so hard that my ass clenched along with it.

“Don’t force it, baby.” I pull back to look at him, my skin humming at him calling me baby again. “I want to.” I bite my lip. “I want to get your whole dick in my mouth.” I move forward so that I’m an inch from his face. “I can be kind of slutty too.” Lust flashes in his eyes and his nostrils flare as I press two of my fingers to his mouth, before sliding them in. He runs his tongue over them, sucking them hard before I remove them and move them down my body and between my legs. “You going to touch your pretty pussy while you suck me off?”

The fool didn't even look, probably too drunk as he caught her, finally stopping her from dancing without a song; holding her waist to him, Siena's smile grew wider as her gaze caught Sebastian's who was looking like the prince of hell in a dark outfit. “Guess who wants a good fuck, Sebastian Harper?" She whispered, making sure he had heard correctly from where he stood, his jaw clenching, his facial muscles feeling like they would become mush from how they stiffened. 'Beautiful Devil.' Siena blew him a light kiss, and that was it; he got to her, pulling the guy away from her, with Sebastian catching him by the neck. “I want every damn breathing thing out.” His voice was low, but his dogs co

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE REAL HER NICO ———— It is true that the devil enjoys moments like this. He waits until you are already standing at the edge, already staring down at hell, already thinking about making the wrong decision. Then he pushes. Wrong decisions like wanting to kiss your boss’s wife. Like breaking the contract that you’re so certain you’d never break. Like craving more tastes of the lips that were never meant to be yours. And right now, the devil is smiling.

Delilah’s POV The kiss started slow but the sudden rush of desire in my body encouraged me to deepen it. I threw my arms around Jerome’s neck, pulling him in for a fiercer kiss. Electric sparks went off in my brain as his hand dropped to my breasts and squeezed them. I writhed in his grip, leaning closer into him. My rapidly growing desire clouded my mind until all I could think of was getting naked with Jerome. As if reading my mind, his hand went for the hem of my bra and he broke the kiss to pull it over my head.

Jenna's lips curved into a slow, seductive smile as she rose from the couch, her movements graceful, predatory. "Travis, darling," she purred, her voice low and husky, "why don't you show Sadile just how much we appreciate her... enthusiasm?" Travis's eyes darkened with desire as he turned to Sadile, his gaze raking over her body with an intensity that made her shiver. "With pleasure," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile's heart pounded in her chest as Travis approached her, his movements deliberate, calculated. She felt a thrill of anticipation as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spi

My wet pussy turns pepper-red, juice splashes on my thighs, forming a thick lump. I sob softly. Aching. I know how rough the Devils are, matter of fact, it’s what pulled him to me. My dream is to be banged hard like a slut… for my dirty tasty pussy to quake from the heavy thrusts. “Oh, Scar. You’re gonna regret this.” His breezy baritone is like a filthy promise. Not a threat I should dare. And fuck, I want to be scarred by that fucking rumored dick. He slaps my breasts, swatting from one to the other like he’s playing tennis.

He leaned over me again, returning to kiss me with a harsher violence—successive, burning kisses that lacked any tenderness, followed by his handling of my body with a deep immersion in desire, like a drowning man clutching onto raging waves so that the bottom would not swallow him. ​His long fingers were moving over my skin with audacity and turmoil, tearing apart the calmness of our office and the distances separating us. Despite the numbness that began to run through my veins, surrendering to his possession, and despite the fire he ignited inside me, my instinct was whispering to me with a discordant note amidst this uproar... ​Something was wrong; although his style was always violent,