The Devil Thought He Had Me Novels & Stories

But there was one thought that wouldn’t leave my head. I had made a deal with the devil. And soon, I would have to pay.

’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen. My phone buzzes again. The Devil: ‘My dreams usually come true.’ The audacity of this man. ME: ‘I will be the one to break that trend.’ The Devil: ‘Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, Evelyn.’ Who the hell does he think he is? God?????? ME: ‘Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me Vincent Beckett.’ The Devil: ‘I think you’re the one who’s falling in love with me. :)’

"And I said-" "I'm not your friend, Sophia. I'll use you, I'll make sure there's no bone in that body that won't do as I say and when I'm done with you, you'd regret you ever met a devil like me, cause Sophia bambina... I'm a Devil you should run away from." And the stare he gave me said everything he didn't say. He was a Devil and I should run!! TBC

I moaned loudly. He could make me feel things no one else ever had or ever would. I imagined Diavolo, worshipping me and I lost my shit, crashing all over my fingers. I looked down at the mess I had done and sighed. The water was already washing off my cum from my fingers but I couldn't change the fact that I had just pleasured myself while moaning The Devil's name and cummed while imagining him working on me with those definitely skillful hands. It was just day three of being married to him yet, I had already gone insane.

As the elevator descended, only one filthy, terrifying thought filled my mind. I had just sold myself to the devil. And the worst part was, a dark, aching part of me could not wait to see what he would do to me next. ---

He had me on his palm. "Say it", another demand. I reluctantly nodded looking away from him. "Say. It.", his tone became louder and cold. "I-I'm yours", I whispered; almost choke on my own words. The scary smile he was known for appeared across his face. The triumphant glint spread on his eyes. "YOU. ARE. MINE. ALONE", those were the last words I heard before he crashed his lips onto mine. The devil won. He now owns me.

“The Devil’s greatest trick isn’t making you sin—it’s making you crave it.” The ride home was a blur. I sat at the back of the car, and watched as the city lights flickered past us. All I could think of was Dante Romano. The Devil. His touch still burned on my skin. I could still hear him “You’re mine...” as if I belong to no one. No, I’m not his. I’ll never be his. But my body is saying otherwise, the memory of his hands on me and his lips against my neck sent a shiver down my spine straight to my pussy. I am so pissed which is why I didn’t even notice we were already at home. The car pulled up to the Moretti estate. Yes, I live in a mansion that feels more like a fancy cage.

Dear Nicole, You may think that you can run from me but you are wrong Cole. even if you still think so, You can run as much as you can but you can never hide from me. even if you are hiding deep beneath the core of this world, I'll dig up and find you, princess. You just can't leave behind the world you belong to. you can't escape from me, I'll drag you straight back to hell darling. meet you soon Cole. Your sexy bastard, Devil I knew that I was looking at the catastrophe that has hit my life.

"I don't deserve you being this understanding." "Maybe not." I managed something close to a smile, small and tired. "But I'm done spending my life waiting for the world to hand me what I deserve. I'd rather choose what I want instead." "And what do you want?" I looked at him for a long moment, this man who'd been called the Devil by everyone who thought they knew him, who was, underneath all of it, just as broken and just as desperate to fix what had been broken as I was.

But he couldn’t remember pissing off any women lately. “Dave and Tobias came back from their run,” Jax told him. “Did they collect?” Bane asked, irritated to have been called down for a simple debt collection. “You can say that,” Jax said. He looked serious. Another shriek sounded from within the counting room and Bane had had enough. He walked over, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. By nothing but luck, the stapler that came flying missed his head and hit the door frame. Bane’s eyes followed it as it fell to the floor with a second crash. He then looked up and saw an angel. It took him a moment to realise that it wasn’t an angel, but a scared and crying woman.