Sleeping With The Devil Book Novels & Stories

It was an early morning with sun rays penetrating into a storey building in which a certain hunk of a man was sleeping on his bed with over 5 hot babes over him.It was obvious that he had served them good because they all wore that satisfactory smile of blossomed women. The man who could satisfy 5 women in one night had to be a god or simply the Devil.It was no one else but the devious and handsome Asmodeus,the Devil and king of hell.He was relaxing in the embrace of all these women until something hit him.He just remembered what today was.This was supposed to be his first day as Maria's boss.He rose from the bed that instant breaking free of the firm hold of the ladies who had seen what he

I lay on my bed to quickly fall asleep, to avoid sleeping at his room instead, but the devil was smarter than I had thought. My door opens with a loud sound. Hitting the wall behind. I would have thought it was an action romance movie where my heroine had come to my rescue with a smoky atmosphere giving him the most riveting entrance, but it was the devil instead, here to get his auctioned item to his room. He stands there with his hands in his pockets. He was still fully dressed on his office outfit so I assumed he just finished working and figured I wasn't where he wanted me to be. In his room.

The car had a wide space for my comfort. Delilah unzipped my pants and took off my erection out of the boxer and without wasting a second, she took a long lick of the tip. Precum was dripping from it. She savored the taste and sucked hard. My head fell backward while my hips buckled to slam into her mouth. She gagged onto my length but I don't care about anything at the moment. I am too desperate for my own desire. I don't think I can please her tonight. She blew me too good and when I was on the edge of spilling everything in her mouth, I made her stop her movements. However, upon arriving at the hotel, I used her for myself. Every thrust was so harsh and rough that she was withering under

I don’t clean it up. I just stand there, watching it spread. Because that’s what he does. He seeps in. Through the cracks I thought I’d sealed. Through the life I thought I’d built without him. Through the man sleeping in my bed who has no idea he’s now on a leash held by the devil himself. I press my palms to the counter until they hurt. I will not cry. I will not break. I will not let Mikhail Romanov take this from me too. But even as I think it, I know it’s a lie.

I was shirtless, so I immediately raised my hands to cover my chest. But Dante’s gaze didn’t waver—it continued to roam over my body, lingering around my chest as if he found the sight interesting. “You sleep like you’ve been running your whole life,” he said calmly, his voice smooth and almost lazy. “Didn’t think you’d wake up this fast.” He leaned back slightly into the sofa, still relaxed. Dante was right. I’ve been running my whole life… running from things I wasn’t even sure were chasing me. And now, having the chance to sleep on a bed like this, how am I NOT supposed to wake up sick?

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.

Gianna wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and captured his lips with hers again. Bernard moved across the dark room, navigating by memory, until he reached the bedroom. He tossed Gianna onto the bed. She bounced once, laughing breathlessly, her hair spread out around her like a halo. Bernard didn't waste a second. He unbuckled his belt, shoved his pants and shorts down, and kicked them off. Then he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above her. Before he could do anything, before he could even touch her… Gianna wrapped her legs around him

“And what do you have to lose, you already lost everything,” She gazed at me, “I have nothing to lose,” she muttered. “Why does it feel like I am about to make a deal with the son of the devil,” I chuckled. “Don’t be modest Elena, if we make this deal, you would be making it with the Devil himself,”

And then an unfamiliar house swims to the forefront, a large, boxy building sagging toward the mire on the same foundation as the one I had built. These thoughts belong to Amos, I realize. But the demon’s walked this swamp for the last time. The portal hungrily devours Amos’s soul. I don’t know if it’s dead, or if it’s just been sent back to hell. Honestly, I’d prefer that I never find out. I don’t fight as the spectral opening beckons me deeper. I’d made a deal with the devil. My soul has been forfeited since the very moment I first allowed Amos in.

"This devil is controlling my life, even my clothes, and food; he chooses it. What more he wants to control? I couldn't even decide on my own in everything I did. I feel like his own personal puppet. *** It was already passed eight in the evening when we went back home, and I'm so thankful that he went straight to his room. I went to my room as well because Alex, Jason, and Tyron hadn't come back yet, hoping that I could rest early. I'm tired and sleepy because of the lack of sleep last night. I quickly washed up and changed into my pajama, then lay down on my bed. I was almost drifting to sleep when I heard my door open. Thinking it was Tyron, I ignored it because all I wanted to do is to s