The Devil’s Boy
“He pressed me to the wall with one hand tight around my throat, the other sliding beneath the thin silk clinging to my skin. I should’ve been begging for help. Instead, my knees went weak when he leaned in, his mouth hot against my ear.
‘Does it hurt, darling?’ he whispered.
I shook my head, even as his fingers left bruises.
‘Good. I like it when you take it.’
God, I hated him.
God, I wanted him to never let go.”
A DARK, EROTIC TALE OF OBSESSION, HUMILIATION, AND HUNGER.
They called him the Devil, a sadist with a crooked smile and hands built for breaking men. In the underworld’s most perverse auction, Luca Ruelle is nothing but trembling prey, sold for a price no soul should fetch. Silk-wrapped, bare, choking on shame and smoke, he should be praying for rescue.
But Kain Astor doesn’t rescue. He claims, corrupts, and devours.
He teaches Luca how it feels to be owned. How pain can bloom where fear lives. How pleasure is just another kind of cruelty. Every command is a dare, every punishment a promise. Under Kain’s hands, Luca learns the exquisite agony of surrender, and the terror of how badly he needs it.
He should be fighting for his life.
Instead, he’s sinking to his knees, eyes glazed, lips parted, whispering the one word that seals his fate—
“Please.”
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Chapter: A body made of scarsThe room was still except for the creak of Kain’s chair as he pushed it back, getting up slowly, the fabric rustling softly as he did. He didn’t say anything or gesture or smile. He simply walked toward Luca with that unreadable calm he wore when he wasn’t playing a role. Luca sat there stiffly, uncertain where to look, not knowing if he should move, speak, or just hold his breath until he got a sign.Then, wordlessly, Kain reached for Luca’s hand.The touch wasn’t rough. It wasn’t even firm. It was just there, decisive, direct. Kain didn’t meet Luca’s gaze as he lifted the hand between them, the pads of Luca’s fingers brushing against his shirt first, then against the bare skin as Kain peeled the fabric away slowly.Kain placed Luca’s hand on his chest. Not where the heart beat, but a little off to the left, where the skin was uneven. Lumpy, cold.“Do you feel that?” Kain asked, his voice low.Luca nodded, his fingers twitching instinctively. What he felt wasn’t soft or clean; it wa
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Chapter: The weapon he was built to be The room was uncomfortably quiet again. He stumbled upon the paper by chance. It lay there on a polished desk that looked untouched. The sheets were thick, pristine, definitely not the sort of paper you’d find in a printer, but something more upscale. Next to it, there was a gold-ink pen, a mechanical pencil, and a ruler that felt off in his hand, like it carried memories of things it wasn’t meant for.He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to mess with any of it. But the door hadn't clicked shut, and he couldn't bring himself to sleep. Lying on the bed made his arms twitch and his body ache for something to do, for something to hold on to.So, he sat cross-legged on the cold floor, placed the paper on the rug, and started to draw.It wasn’t anything special. It wasn’t meant to be. The first thing he sketched was a throat cut open, not because he wanted to, but because that was all his mind could conjure. It didn't ease up; it just forced the image forward, and his hand went along w
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Chapter: Praise the monster Luca’s hands trembled uncontrollably.He couldn’t comprehend the sensation rising within him, something twisted and broken, something his father might have labeled as evil if he had witnessed it.It stirred as if it had been lurking in the shadows, and now it was breaking free, gasping for air.His fingers lifted carefully.Not in defense.Not in fear.They slid gently into Kain’s hair.Luca swallowed hard. The strands were silky, almost too delicate for someone like him. They felt so clean, warm from the heat emanating from Kain’s skin. The man’s chest was still heaving as if he had just sprinted. His pupils remained wide, still high on the intensity of the moment.Perhaps Luca felt the same way.“T-thank you,” he managed to say, surprised by his own voice.Kain’s breath caught for just a moment, but his body grew still, as if the world had suddenly gone quiet.Kain’s hands released their hold on Luca’s arms. One hand hesitantly moved up, gently brushing against Luca’s cheek, once. A
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Chapter: The devil bleedsKain’s shoulder still seeped blood.It flowed down his arm, warm and slow, saturating the fabric clinging to him like damp velvet. It should have slowed him down, but he moved as if it didn’t affect him, as if blood carried no weight, as if pain meant nothing.Then he turned.Luca didn’t notice he was leaning until Kain’s gaze fell on his cheek, his blood.Not Kain’s blood.Kain’s body stilled.In the midst of a chaotic crowd of screaming guests, bullets scattered across the marble, distant calls for backup, Kain reached for Luca’s face with a steady grip, neither rough nor gentle, just firm and unwavering, like he was handling a weapon.Luca dared not flinch, his breath trembling like leaves in the wind.Since rescuing Luca, Kain hadn’t uttered a word, no curses, no shouts, just silent, bloodied breaths.The bullet wound in Kain’s shoulder continued to trickle blood, streaming down his arm like syrup, splattering onto the pale cuff of his shirt. His jacket had already been torn away
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Chapter: Shot at the devilAt first, the shot didn’t seem real.It cut through the air like a glitch, jarring and unexpected, like the world around them had skipped a beat. The violinist faltered, and a flute squeaked in confusion.Somewhere in the room, glass shattered, but for a moment, no one reacted. They all just blinked, caught in a moment of uncertainty. The wealthy guests, wearing masks, stood rigid, waiting as if someone would break the tension with laughter, claiming it was all a part of the act.Luca instinctively froze, falling a step behind Kain, his hands clenched at his sides like a well-trained pet, striving to remain inconspicuous, to breathe quietly, when that strange, piercing sound sliced through him like a knife. He gasped for air.“Stay close,” Kain said, his voice low and frigid, devoid of panic or fear, just pure calm.Without glancing back at Luca, his arm instinctively reached behind him, fingers wrapping around Luca's wrist like a leash.The music faded away completely, leaving an eer
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Chapter: All the corner of this cageKain didn’t speak as he yanked Luca into the dull alcove. Didn’t ask. Didn’t check.He just moved, and Luca, breath stuttering in his throat, followed like instinct. Like muscle memory, like prey dragged by the wrist into a corner too narrow for dignity and far too close to the marble-spined frenzy of the ballroom outside.“What—?” Luca gasped, but the question broke in half as his back hit cold wall. “K–Kain—?”“Shut up.” The words hit first. Then the mouth. Hard.His lips crashed into Luca’s like punishment. No tenderness. No slow, earned hunger. Just claiming. Tongue forcing past lips, hot and aggressive, tasting like wine and danger. Kain bit his bottom lip mid-kiss, made him whimper, then pulled back only long enough to growl against his mouth.“You let him look at you.”“I—I d–didn’t—”“You did,” Kain hissed. His hand had already shoved into Luca’s blouse, fingers sliding up under the silk like knives under skin. “And you liked it.”Luca squirmed, not away. Just… shocked. Overwh
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The Alpha In My Sheets
Tristan is an alpha, strong and silent, with control over everything around him, he only screws omegas, everyone knows that, he is a perfectionist, everyone knows that, Dylan Harper is the only assistant he tolerates, everyone knows that, but what everyone doesn’t know is Tristan is the Alpha under Dylan’s sheets.
Dylan is just a beta, kind and invisible. When they’re forced together by work, tension builds between them, but Dylan knows his place. Alphas don’t look at betas like him. There’s no room for dreams or hope. But after waking up one day with an Alpha under his sheets, Dylan starts to wonder if he’s been wrong about everything. Will he remain just a shadow to Tristian, or is there more to his story?
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Tristan’s breath was steady, but I could feel the tension in the air between us. I stood too close. My fingers brushed against his arm, just enough to make the heat between us undeniable.
“Don’t…” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine.
But I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. His presence was too much, too magnetic. My body hummed with a hunger I didn’t know how to quiet.
His eyes locked with mine, intense, searching, like he knew what I was feeling before I did. “You’re too close,” he whispered.
I stayed silent, caught between the urge to pull away and the need to be closer. His breath, warm on my skin, made it harder to think.
“Do you intend to trigger your heat again, my pretty little thing?” He breathed out and I could have climaxed right there and then.
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Chapter: Epilogue (4)Dylan’s POVI stretch, reaching out for Tristan, but my hand finds cool sheets instead.My eyes crack open, and I immediately spot him through the open doors leading to the terrace. He’s leaning against the railing, shirtless, a cup of coffee cradled in his hands, his silhouette outlined by the morning sun. Damn, he looks good like that—hair a bit messy, back muscles shifting under his skin as he moves.I get up quietly, wrapping the thin sheet around my waist, and pad out to join him. He doesn’t notice me at first, too lost in thought. I take the opportunity to slip my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my face between his shoulder blades.He hums softly, leaning back into me. “Morning, Prettyboy.”I kiss his bare shoulder, nuzzling the spot where his skin’s still warm from sleep. “Morning. You’re up early.”He shrugs, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “Couldn’t sleep. Too much on my mind.”I step around to his side, raising an eyebrow. “Good stuff or bad stuff?”He meets my
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Chapter: Epilogue (3)Dylan’s POVThe reception’s a is a lot of laughter, clinking glasses, and too many toasts. My cheeks hurt from smiling, and my head’s pleasantly fuzzy from the champagne. Tristan’s hand hasn’t left mine all night, and every time I catch his eye, there’s this fire there—like he can’t believe we actually did it. Hell, I can’t believe it either.Eventually, we escape the crowd, slipping out the back with people still cheering behind us. The wedding car’s waiting—a sleek, classic model with white ribbons on the side. I can’t help but laugh when Tristan practically drags me inside, shutting the door behind us.As soon as it clicks shut, he pulls me onto his lap, and I don’t even think twice. My legs straddle his thighs, and his hands find my waist, squeezing like he’s afraid I’ll slip away. The car jolts into motion, but all I can focus on is Tristan—how his pupils are blown wide, how his chest is still heaving from the excitement.He’s staring at me like he can’t quite believe I’m here, s
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Chapter: Epilogue (2)Tristan’s POVI can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Marriage. Me. Tristan Wolfe. It sounds fucking surreal. I’ve faced down board meetings, told my old man to go to hell, and built a business from scratch, but somehow this—standing in this quiet room in a damn tux—is making my hands shake like a fucking rookie.Oliver, of course, notices. He’s sitting on the edge of the dresser, nursing a glass of whiskey and looking entirely too pleased with himself. He raises an eyebrow, smirking at me through the mirror. “You look like you’re about to puke.”I glare at him, fumbling with the stupid bow tie that just won’t sit right. “Shut up. I’m fine.”He snorts, setting his glass down. “Sure, you are. You’re sweating like you just ran a marathon.”I growl under my breath, yanking the tie loose and trying again. “I’m not nervous. Just… trying to get this damn thing to behave.”Oliver stands, brushing invisible lint off his suit, and steps up behind me, batting my hands away. “Let me.”I watch h
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Chapter: Epilogue (1)Tristan’s POVEight months. Feels like a lifetime and a blink all at once. I still can’t believe how much has changed. Hell, I can’t believe how much I’ve changed. Sometimes I catch myself looking in the mirror, half-expecting to see that same guy who used to just nod along to whatever his dad wanted, who did what was expected without a second thought.But that guy’s gone. He’s not coming back.My company’s thriving. More than thriving—it’s making a name for itself, and not just because of my last name, but because of the shit I’ve built from the ground up. Turns out people actually respect me more now that I’m not Richard Wolfe’s puppet. That first month was brutal—learning how to balance books, making deals without my dad’s influence hanging over my head. But I did it. We did it.Dylan’s been with me every step of the way. The guy’s a fucking genius with numbers and logistics, and honestly, I wouldn’t have made it without him. He’s unofficially become my right-hand man. Never let me
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Chapter: Reflecting on the futureTristan’s POVThe first thing I notice when I wake up is the light filtering through the curtains, warm and soft, painting the room in shades of gold. The second thing I notice is the weight on my chest—Dylan, still half-asleep, his head resting just below my collarbone, one of his hands curled into the fabric of my shirt.I take a deep breath, letting the feeling sink in. It’s been so long since I’ve woken up like this—with someone I actually want to be with, in a place that feels safe. The knot of tension that’s been sitting in my gut for weeks is gone, replaced by something I can’t quite describe—maybe hope. Maybe peace.Dylan shifts, nuzzling into my chest, and I can’t help but smile. His hair’s a mess, sticking up in weird angles, and his lips are slightly parted. It’s fucking adorable, and I’m half tempted to wake him just so I can tease him about it.But then he mumbles something incoherent, buries his face deeper into my shirt, and I realize that waking him up would be an abso
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Chapter: Missed your XXXDylan’s POVAs soon as the words leave his mouth—I love you too—it’s like something snaps inside me. All the tension, the weeks of missing him, the fear that I’d lost him for good—it all just explodes, and I can’t keep my hands off him.I grab his face and pull him into another kiss, harder this time, deeper, like I’m trying to make up for all the moments I thought I’d never get to do this again. Tristan responds instantly, his hands gripping my hips and dragging me closer, like he’s making sure I’m not going anywhere.Our mouths move together hungrily, lips and tongues clashing, and I can feel his hands sliding up under my shirt, hot and firm against my skin. I shiver when his fingertips graze my ribs, and he pulls back just enough to smirk at me.“Someone’s eager,” he mutters, his voice low and rough.I barely manage a breathless laugh. “You’re one to talk.”He just hums in agreement, his lips finding my jaw, then moving down to my neck, sucking and biting just enough to make my kne
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