Nightmare Devil May Cry Novels & Stories

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Devil magic, pure evil eroticism. From behind, his invisible extension ate my ass deeper, tongue splitting into three—impossible, wicked—rimming, fucking, vibrating all at once. I screamed his name—still didn’t know it, just “Devil”—as orgasm three crashed, body seizing, squirting in arcs that he lapped up mid-air with another phantom tongue.

Then the waves of pleasure began, and for a while – for quite a long while, actually – Briley thought no more. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Dux, Drake and Briley’s story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Ice’ (The Road Devils MC #5), Ice and Vixen’s story, is the next book in the series and it's available here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

**** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Viking and Iris’ story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters. ‘The Devil’s Pair’ (The Road Devils MC #4), Dux, Drake, and Briley’s story, is the next book in the series and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to please check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

I asked as I took out two glasses. “Just get your pretty self here, boy. I missed you,” the devil purred, which was more like a disgusting grunt which creeped me out but I knew better than to disobey this perv*rted bastard. I let his filthy lips and hands touch me, burning my skin painfully with his evil and impure touches. The only thought that continuously kept running in my mind was how disgusted would Ryan feel when he would come to know about my dirty past and present. “I don’t like your mate,” the nightmare huskily said in my ear suddenly before he sucked on my neck. I stilled and felt my breath hitch.

Deny's clever brain is very reliable when it comes to tricking. *****

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.

Before I could register those words in my head, the closet doors opened and I saw a nightmare standing in front of me, clad in battle gear and a sadistic smile. “Ruby of the Blue Sky…” I hated the way he said those words so smoothly. I hated that he could clearly see my teary eyes and trembling body. “Come out now. I’ve won the game.” He spoke in a lighthearted manner as he reached out to me politely. Alpha Lucian Pierce was his name. But the one I and every other person in the Werewolf Realm knew him as was ‘The Dark Devil.’

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?