Ergebnis für "Devil" in Erotik

The night of summer solstice, I do something stupid. Drawn to the fire of magic, I approach the gods in their sacred circle. I am just a mortal, one of many. I shouldn't merit their attention. But behind the royal figures of the gods a shadow looms, menacing yellow eyes burning in its gloom. He asks me to dance. His clawed hands circle my waist, turning me to the sound of hoofbeats while his demonic voice whispers seductive lies in my ear. For one night and one night only, I let him touch me.

Once the shadows of magic enter a mortal’s life, they never really leave. Alex learned that from the moment he met Rachel and Lorelei, but he fell for them anyway. Months later, Alex copes with supernatural chaos by grounding himself in ordinary things and daily life. Most days, he’s even happy.

Es ist mitten in der Nacht als ich nichtsahnend aufwache. Binnen fünf Minuten sitze ich mit einem Kissenbezug über dem Kopf auf einem Stuhl neben meinem Bruder der offenbar Schulden bei den richtig bösen Kerlen hat. Der Mann mit der verführerisch tiefen Stimme lässt ihn sein Schicksal selbst entscheiden. Nachdem der Würfel gefallen ist, jagt er ihm eiskalt eine Kugel in den Kopf. Dann entschuldigt er sich bei mir, weil er mich für so etwas wecken musste. Und geht. Sechs Monate später beginne ich einen neuen Job.

When I went to Navarro Delgado's club planning to kill the bastard, he didn't just disarm me and spank me like a bad girl right there in front of his men. He made me come like a bad girl too. But not as brutally as I came when he tossed me onto his bed and ravaged me later that night, or as shamefully hard as I'm about to come right now as he ruts me with my ass still sore from his belt.

Nate Narek is barely keeping his head above water. But no one would guess that by looking at him. He's got camouflaging himself down to an art form. Feelings? As far as anyone else is concerned, he's happy and satisfied all the time. Only he isn't. Nate's always been the glue that holds all the shit around him together, and he's afraid that if he shows weakness, those people will be disappointed in him. It's better to keep it all in than to be a burden, right? Then suddenly there's a Devil of Vitality at his door, demanding he open up and let him into his twisted thoughts.

My life was normal. Just my mom and I, living in a small town on the East Coast. The eve of my twenty first birthday, it all changed. A father I have never known returned and took me away from all I knew. Trapped and tortured. Destined for something I knew nothing about. Little did I know, my entire life, I’d been haunted by the devil himself. He was always watching and waiting. As leader of an infamous cult in our area, this is no longer a haunting. He is here. And I’m terrified.

I never minded being locked up. I learned a long time ago that being treated like an animal gives you permission to act like one. Their only mistake is believing anything I do is an accident. I can sit in this house with no internet, television, liquor, or girls, but I'll come out of here with something far more frightening to my enemies. A plan. I just didn't expect one of my enemies to come to me. I can smell her hiding in the house. She's here. Blackchurch houses five prisoners. I'm only one of her problems.

I've turned into a shell of myself after something happened to me, something I can't face. But when my father owes the Most Dangerous Man in New York, he only has one bargaining chip—Me. I can feel the safe haven I've built crashing down around me as I stand face to face with the leader of the criminal underground—my future husband. Now I must navigate this unwanted marriage of convenience while never revealing the truth about myself or my past.

Erika: His name is Michael Crist. My boyfriend's older brother is like that scary movie that you peek through your hand to watch. He's handsome, strong, and completely terrifying. The star of his college's basketball team and now gone pro, he's more concerned with the dirt on his shoe than me.

Dear Santa: For Christmas, I want my boyfriend to come home from his mission safely. Of course, that’s what I told everyone when they asked. But deep down, I was struggling with the knowledge that I would probably never get what I truly wanted—what I craved to experience more than anything. That was until the annual Marine Corps toy donation, where I sat in Santa’s lap and made my wish. The love of my life surprised me with his presence, and even more so with his promises. I just didn’t think it would take sharing me with his best friend to achieve it.

Before I was his wife, I was his captive. When a ridiculously sexy stranger burst into my apartment with a gun drawn, I didn't know the brute pushing me against the wall and silencing my protests with a kiss was a ruthless crime boss. Or that he was about to make me come so hard the whole building would hear my screams... But now, as he shoves my soaking wet panties in my mouth, spanks my bare ass red for running from him, and then makes it clear I'll be accompanying him back to Spain whether I like it or not, I know exactly who Kruz Blanco is. He's the man who's going to make me his bride.

Detective Shadow Yor hates his life. He spends all of his time, day after day, struggling against the demons in his head that tell him he’s a worthless, unlovable person. This doesn’t change when he’s sent on a new assignment with his partner to solve a series of murders. He’s good at his job and will find whoever did it, there’s no doubt there. The only question is whether or not he’ll be able to keep himself together, or if his empathic abilities will finally be the death of him.

Jericho St. James hates my family. Powerful, wealthy beyond belief, he's the most dangerous man I know. And I belong to him. He’s taken me from my home. He'll make me his wife. And he’s made it very clear I’ll be sleeping in his bed. But my beast has a secret. His one weakness. One that makes hating him impossible. He has a daughter. And he’ll do anything to keep her safe.

Women fall into my lap. Until an innocent beauty crosses my path and wants nothing to do with me. I'm one of the Devil's Riders, the inner circle of one of the biggest motorcycle clubs in California. My brothers and I live on the edge of society, and we like it just fine. I'm swimming in easy women, but I'm easily bored. Then one day, I see her: Molly McRae. She's easy on the eyes and sweet as pie. All I want to do is take a bite.

Letty bangtn Biker und wünscht sich nichts mehr als dass er zurückkommt. Die Alpträume ihrer dunklen Vergangenheit lassen sie nicht mehr los, und ohne die Hilfe ihres Bruders und ihrer Freunde, wüsste sie nicht, wie sie das überstehen sollte. Aber reicht das, um Lettys geschundene Seele zu heilen? Rider wünscht sich nur eins: Mit seinem Mädchen glücklich zusammen zu sein. Doch die fatalen Ereignisse erschweren ihnen beiden das Leben.

First I made her mine. Then I made her my wife. Even standing before me naked with her ass welted, Genevieve Morales looks every bit the ruthless mafia queen she is. But defiant or not, she'll still scream my name as I sink inside her tonight. She'll scream it much louder on our wedding night. A fool would rush to tame a bride like her, but I'm going to savor every moment as she surrenders, bucking and writhing and moaning as she finally gives in and comes hard for me. She already knows she's mine. I'm just going to make her admit it.

Wrenly Morgan. Her name tasted like forbidden fruit on my tongue. I didn’t know where she came from, and I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting closer to her by any means necessary. I watched her movements from the cage. She was a vision in a tight black dress that accentuated her curves. Raven hair spilled over her shoulders as she moved toward her seat in the front row. When I saw her, I couldn’t look away or resist her magnetic pull. I was ensnared, a fly caught in her web.

Letty fällt aus allen Wolken, als ihr Vater ihr mitteilt, dass sie den Nachbarsfarmersohn heiraten soll. Natürlich wehrt sie sich dagegen, verschachert zu werden, zumal sie ihn absolut nicht leiden kann. Fieberhaft überlegt Letty, was sie tun soll. Eigentlich bleiben ihr nur zwei Möglichkeiten: Entweder weglaufen, nicht unbedingt der brillanteste Ausweg, oder jetzt schon zur Uni verschwinden. Letty ist verzweifelt und weiß nicht, was sie tun soll, auch spitzt sich die Lage Zuhause immer mehr zu.Rider, Biker, heiß, dominant und ein absoluter Arsch.

I've been taught since birth to hate the Melnikovs. They're the monsters who are responsible for my father's death, or at least that's what my mom says, but Luka Melnikov isn't the monster I'm expecting. He's a man who's dedicated his life to his family's Bratva, a man who's never allowed women to get close to him, but he takes one look at me and decides I'm his. He wants me to be his first, his last, his everything. And he'll end anyone who tries to stand between us.

There’s a reason even his friends refer to him as the Undead or Robot. It’s been years since Bay’s been able to feel anything other than emptiness when he isn’t straddling a hoverbike and risking his neck in one of Vitality’s infamous street races. By day, he’s Professor Delmar, the reputable—yet stony—youngest staff member at the prestigious Vail University. But by night, he’s either racing or sneaking off to the Seaside Cinema where he partakes in other…questionable pastimes.