The Duchess And The Devil Novels & Stories

The women were in a constant state of awe and envy, not because they weren't rich or noble, but because they weren't Violet Wintour. The young duchess also possessed a razor-sharp intelligence. Not in a dominating way but one wrong move and she would cut you open, leaving a scare of embarrassment for others to laugh at. Yet she could melt anyone's heart she deemed worthy with her irresistible charms. No doubt the public worshiped her. The fate had truly been good to this peculiar lass, blessing her with immense wealth, fame and a desirable birthright. Some older aristocrats still had trouble accepting it. 'She is too charming to go down that path, far too charming.'

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."

Just a simple touch from Jarek gets my libido working overtime. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was some kind of witch—someone with power, someone who could bend me to his will. But then again, isn't that the Devil's domain? Yes… I believe it is. And after all these years, I no longer have any doubt—Jarek Falcon isn't just dangerous. He is the Devil himself.

Countess Isabella Devereux. Her beauty was exotic, her origins mysterious, and her reputation scandalous. Draped in deep red, she moved like a panther, her gaze assessing, piercing, dangerous. The whispers around the room grew. “Isabella Devereux… here?” “I thought she was still in France.” “They say she had a torrid affair with a married Duke… Some claim she poisoned a lover.” Victoria watched the Countess approach, every step measured, every movement precise. “I’ve heard much about you, Duchess Windsor,” Isabella said in a rich, accented voice, her gaze flickering with amusement.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

His expression is dark, and I just want to come again just by looking at the devilish tint in his eyes. He leans over, attaching his lips to mine so I can taste myself while pulling off the towels wrapped around his lower body at the same time. His dick brushes along my opening and I whimper in delight. I moan, my fingers buried in his mass of onyx locks when he deepens the kiss, massaging my tongue with his, tasting every corner of my mouth as if he owns it. I am dripping wet again just imagining this monster he calls a dick would be buried so deep inside me, filling my pussy as it drills me.

"Isn’t that what makes sense, Duke? Most noblewomen care only for finery, attention, or flattery... but this Duchess? She identifies what even some of our top officials overlook. Of course she’s different—she’s not Baron Galina’s real daughter." "That’s one thing," Saihan added, "but couldn’t that also be a warning sign? She’s no ordinary woman. She understands military tactics. She reads Aldor’s political currents. The real question is—who exactly are we dealing with?" A heavy silence settled over the room. Hugh’s grip on the letter tightened. Was the Duchess a trusted ally—or merely another pawn in a far greater game? The question remained unanswered. But one thing was certain—they could n

Yet he is the one who has saved me. I shake off that thought as the duke turns back and assists a woman from the car she has hair that appears at once both dark and red, depending on how the sun plays over it. The former Miss Minerva Dillinger, now the Duchess. Her smile is bright as she gives Ben a hug. I am taken aback by the sharp stab of jealousy that pierces my chest. The woman is married to a dashing duke. She isn’t going to seek a dalliance with my husband, although her easy manner tells me that she would be as comfortable greeting a prince or a king. But then according to the gossip sheets, Minerva’s dowry had equaled the treasury of some small countries. I assume when one is graced

From the stories, the rumors or the whispers. Even the legends clearly state and mention that great name that had traveled far beyond its homeland and now the owner of that name stood directly before them and they are not even on his good books. The Devil incarnated in the body of a young dangerous son of the Don of the Ndrangheta clan, the harbinger of death whose tale precedes him was the very person in their presence now. “The devil” “He is the harbinger of death oh no why did I come on this mission today?”

I quickly threw a robe over Isabella and grabbed her hand. "Come on, Belle! We have to move! Now!" "They found us..." Isabella whispered, terrified. I looked at her, my face set in stone. "They made a mistake coming here today. Because today... they will meet the real Devil." (To be continued...)