The Devil's Hand: A Thriller Novels & Stories

she could hardly form her words because of how scared she was. " Then why be scared of me? " His reach out to her cheeks with his bloody hands, " I don't bite, I don't kill... I devour" He whispers to her ears, sending chills down her spine. His bloody hands left her cheeks red. His tomb caresses her lips, leaving blood. He lowers himself and takes her lips in his mouth, licking away the blood. Audrey's eyes shot close at the feel of his lips on hers. She couldn't believe she was kissing a devil, real or not, he was to her.

He slammed into me with one brutal thrust. I screamed, my nails clawing the sheets as he stretched me wide, deeper than anyone ever had. He didn’t give me a second to adjust—just pulled back and slammed in again, harder, his pace merciless from the start. “Dammit—oh God—” I cried. “Not God.” His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing tight. “The Devil.” His cock drove into me again and again, splitting me open, hitting deep until my body writhed under him. The bed shook, the air thick with heat and smoke as if hell itself had opened around us.

But I held it back. I don’t hit women. But I scare them, and that was what I was going to do. I inched closer, and swiftly brought out my gun from my pocket. I placed the gun directly on her forehead. “Now listen” her eyes grew wide, as I spoke calmly. “You will do as I say little one, or you are going to get a bullet stuck in your head in seconds, hear me?” “And don’t think I'm bluffing. They don’t call me the devil for no reason” I pushed the gun further into her head.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

ALMA My body burned for him. Every inch of my body that his hand touched was on fire. His lips on mine drove me insane. Lord, I was so attracted to this man. His eyes went cold and dark as he stared intently into mine after telling him I didn’t want him. “You are only allowing this because you think I’ll rape you?” I swallowed against my throat and nodded. “Yes.” Even the devil knew I was lying. I badly wanted him. My pussy was pulsing fiercely in anticipation. I wanted him to fill me up. But wanting him was all shades of wrong, and I refused to admit that. So, I’d rather lie to him.

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

Because even if reinforcements somehow broke through my security—which they wouldn't—they still wouldn't reach him in time. This was my territory. Every second belonged to me so I folded my arms watching him work with unbelievable speed. Sweat poured from his face. Blood soaked his injured hand. Yet his hands never stopped moving. Time crawled. Something unexpected then happened. The man everyone feared had silent tears dropping from his eyes while his shaking hands struggled with the wiring. I'd never seen him like that. The devil himself reduced to this?...Love truly made monsters weak. I almost pitied him. But hatred had lived inside me for too long...there was no turning back now....one

I turned to get away from him, but his arms wrapped around my frame, pulling me close. “Leave me,” I struggled, but nothing changed how he looked at me. I knew I had seen Angelo a thousand times, but his eyes were different this time. It was more devilish, filled with an appetite to eat me. My chest elevated for more oxygen because now I could see the devil in the morning light. My devil. How badly I wanted to confront him, but all things vaporized when his hand touched my body. Isn’t it feel strange the touch you used to feel in the dark? The eyes you wanted to see were now looking at you, and it scorched your soul-deep that you didn’t know you should scream in pain or cry in pleasure.

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop