100 Days To Seduce The Devil Novels & Stories

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

In exchange… I didn’t even fully understand what I had agreed to. “Two weeks,” I whispered to myself, letting out a shaky breath. “Just two weeks.” Two weeks to make a man fall in love with me. I let out a humorless laugh. Do they think I’m Cleopatra or something? I was trained, yes. They taught me how to look at a man, how to speak, how to touch without really touching. How to make someone feel wanted—even if it was all a lie. But that was for a night. One night.

Maya POV “Marriage?” I asked, just to be sure as the word tasted like lead in my mouth. “It’s quite simple, Ms. Rivers. Marry him, stay for one hundred days, and $10 million is yours,” the old man said, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather. I stared at this old man in front of me. Is he insane? “I can’t just marry someone I don’t even know, sir.” He didn’t react. “Then you may leave. I guess you’re not that desperate for money.” He turned back to his computer.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

“Hate me. Fight me. But don’t ever think you can leave me.” She turned sharply, her blue eyes blazing. “What do you even want from me, Theo? You killed my father, you ruined my life. You have my body—what else is left?” I smiled, slow and dangerous. “Your soul, carino.” Her breath hitched. “That’s the thing about deals with the devil,” I continued, watching as her fingers twitched at her sides. “They don’t end when you want them to.” Her lips parted, but no words came out.

He looked away first. Trying to convince himself it was nothing. Just another guest. Just another wealthy businessman. He didn't know that every person surrounding that man would gladly die on command. He didn't know newspapers called him The Devil of De Luca. He didn't know his life had just changed forever. Because across the ballroom, Lorenzo De Luca uttered six quiet words that would alter both of their destinies. "I want everything about him." And for the first time in over a decade... The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy.

On the wall next to the flat screen was a sense of match wooden shelves which contained an expanse of Dvds. I didn't think that a girl like you would act like a village belle, ls it your first time to see everything in the house, the devil soon enough murmured in a mockery voice. Shit! Just show me my room, she retorted standing her ground. Follow me, he smirked. So arrogant and dumbass, following him she walked muttering cusses under her breath. Am waiting for the right time to show you , your right class, Being toleratant with her cusses he blurted out.

If only he knew just how aroused I became thinking about the Devil exerting some barbarity on me, he would have been worried about me in a different way. I quickly looked around, satisfied with the lavish interior my eyes beheld. A long stack of stairs framed with and gold railing of welded steel with intricate design was the centerpiece in this floor, outshining even the brilliant placement of the piano room. I made the conscious decision to take the stairs to the nineth floor to give myself more time to mentally prepare for my pending meeting with the Devil. I examined my wear as I ascended a few steps and I decided to lower the zip of my bodysuit and reveal a daring glimpse of cleavage so

My thighs shook, torn between clamping shut and kicking him into hell. I whimpered, biting my lip until I tasted copper. His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly, tauntingly. A low hiss escaped my lips, my eyelids fluttering shut against the pleasure he forced into me. “Devil.” He chuckled, low and wicked. “You keep saying that.” His fingers slid lower, through my slick, and my breath hitched. “Yet here you are,” he murmured, “dripping for the devil.” His fingers thrust deeper, harder, and my back arched off the bed, helpless.

“Never? I’m not asking you, I’m ordering you. You were given a chance to return and rectify your mistake, but your stupid self decided to ruin it. I'll give you a deadline of only a few days; I won’t state the days, you should know. You are well aware of what I can do, right? At this point, I’m obsessed with you and I’m greedy for even more dangerous desires. You wouldn’t dare to make the same mistake, right?” His words made my body begin to tremble as I dropped to the floor, my hands quivering. “I wasn’t just the first, but also the last.” I heard his demonic snigger from the other end of the line, as well as shattering of glasses. “Right? You should know the punishment? I’ve always been ni