Chained To The Devil Novels & Stories

It’s calling for you…' Inner Devil: 'Take it, Charlie. Devour it. Fulfill your destiny!' Inner Devil 2: 'Look into the dick, Charlie… deeper… deeeeeper… you are completely under its spell…' Inner Devil: 'Take a bite. Just one. And then another… and another…'

I wouldn't let her. I am the devil. This is my hell and I am crazily obsessed with this angel that I have trapped. Even the devil was defeated once only if he knew his own actions will be his miserable downfall. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here and on I*******m marwians I purple You.

He added more syrup to his pancakes, and I wondered if all demons had such a sweet tooth. “This land, the land we’re on now, who’s territory is this?” I asked. “We are on human grounds. It belongs to everyone, which makes it harder for anyone to track us.” “But the…” I hesitated to even say the word. “The Devil can find us anywhere.” “It’s not the Devil tracking us. If that was the case, we’d be dead. No, the Devil has no idea about any of this. It’s only Onx and his men.” Ash sighed as he thought about the grim situation.

In her eyes, I was less desirable already. Testing the zip ties on my wrists, I realized I wouldn't be able to break them unless I shifted. I drew my knees up to pluck at the rope wrapped around my ankles, but my fingers weren't strong enough to take the knots apart. I was as helpless as all the other women lining the hallway to the door of what had to be The Devil's Lair. The heavy wooden door looked solid and intact which surprised me more than it should have. I knew The Devil was supposed to be chained in his chambers. He was said to savage some of the virgins offered to him. He couldn't be too violent behind such a beautiful door, right?

"It doesn't." He reached out, slow enough that I could pull away if I wanted to, and brushed a strand of hair back from my face. His fingers were warm against my cold skin, and I felt something in my chest crack open at the gentleness of it, more gentleness than I'd expected from a man everyone called the Devil. "I don't know how to do this," he said. "Any of it. Being someone you can trust after everything that connects us." "Neither do I."

“If that’s what it takes to keep you, Bryan… then yes. I am the devil.” The words slithered through the air, wrapping around me, suffocating me. My stomach twisted violently. I fought the urge to gag. “You’ve hurt yourself…this much…just to trap me? Just to prove some twisted point?” Her lips curled, teeth flashing in a grotesque snarl, beauty shattering under the weight of her rage. She looked less like a woman and more like some feral thing cornered in the dark. “The devil can be very persistent when needs be. The devil lost to God and isn’t willing to lose again, she has to fight her way to the top, she has to stay married to Bryan fvcking Adams.” She wiped her bleeding and bruised forehe

“You’re going to beg me to take your virginity. And when you do… I’m going to fuck you so deep and so thoroughly that you’ll never remember a time when this cunt didn’t belong to me.” I lay there trembling, pussy still pulsing, wedding gown ruined and bunched around my waist, the taste of my own arousal still on my tongue. The devil had only just begun to corrupt his angel. And I was already addicted. ---

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

This wasn’t over. She may have been claimed, punished, and locked in a house full of shadows, but her heart still burned with something he couldn’t strip from her. And Dante Calhoun would learn that eventually— Even the devil can bleed.

I slightly trailed off in my words, and she scoffed. "Eat him and run, get his money, get his dick to ruin your pussy, and run so he would be forever enchanted and not look for you. You said you wanted his trust, why don’t you just join my team of dis-virgined bitches and stop being the good girl so your next victim would give you some sort of accolade? Men are assholes, they are remnants from hell who were given the chance to be amidst beautiful women. They are brainless and controlled by the devil… that asshole ex of mine blamed it on the devil. None of them are trustworthy. You just have to slap one in the face before they hit you back in a place that hurts most. Example: Klaus, the cute