That Handsome Devil Band Novels & Stories

he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock. “Fuck no,” I say, taking a huge gulp of my lukewarm beer. “Another,” I tell the bartender, Whiskey. The huge man lifts his chin and slides me a new bottle. “You need to get over that shit, man. Nothing’s better than the sweet feel of wet, tight pussy,” Devil grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

she said, voice low and dangerous, “you can’t have it. Not yet. Since I’m still planning to kill you.” Finn’s lips curved into a wolfish grin. “Want to make a deal?” he asked, sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her close. She felt the hard bulge pressing against her belly, his intoxicating scent filling her senses, setting her heat and desire ablaze. “A deal with the devil sounds tempting if…” he paused, glancing down at his harness and back up at his eyes, “I get your life.” He tilted her chin, pulling her closer until their faces nearly touched. “You can’t kill a devil, baby girl,” he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing.

My eyes stared out into the bright afternoon sunlight, watching with a racing mind as Stone walked calmly down the porch steps to meet the rival club. The new President of the Devils was a very tall, heavily scarred man with a dark, ugly tattoo of a bleeding devil stretching all the way across his thick neck. He sat casually on the leather seat of his custom chopper bike right at the very front of their tight riding formation, surrounded by ten of his enforcers. He looked absolutely furious, his eyes scanning our compound with a deep, burning hatred.

The devil's own melody. Soul Snatcher.

And for once_ The devil's son did not think of war. He felt a wave of peace wash over him.

I asked. Max shrugged. “How the hell should I know?” I was surprised by his snappy tone. Before I could throw out a smart retort, a small uproar erupted in the party crowd. Looking out, I saw the Devils entering the party. They were all wearing black, their jackets, smoking, carrying their guns. They were led by Dexter who stood at the center of it, enjoying the attention on him. “Well, well, well, isn’t this something? Chadwick, how could you throw a party and not invite your old friend!” he said, addressing Mr. Chadwick.

“May is the real wolf in sheep’s clothing.” I let out a small laugh, grabbing a bottle as I dropped back into place. “Shut up,” I muttered, taking a drink. The burn hit my throat and settled warm in my chest while I leaned back and stared at nothing for a second. They were still watching me as I had just signed a deal with the devil, and in a way, maybe I had. Arnie clicked her tongue. “That smile on your face is not normal, May. Every time you smile like that, somebody suffers.”

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

His hands moved across my body caressing my breasts, waist, and thighs… There was something terrifying in his gaze, he looked like a devil who was trying to devour me. He acted feverishly, without any gentleness, but I shamelessly submitted to whatever he wanted to do with me giving back his caressing and kisses. He forcefully torn the top of my dress along the neckline revealing my naked chest and began fondling and squeezing my breasts. Then he slid lower and started playing around my chest with his tongue, and gently biting my nipples. At the same time his hands went down my thighs ripping off my underwear. Then he started to stroke my inner thighs reaching deep inside me with his fingers