Sleeping With The Devil Novels & Stories

Alex was the God of weaponry in the underworld, every other clan relied on them for equipments so you could imagine how much security he must have put in here only to be robbed clean in one night. “ You look tired,” Caspian said after the silence had stretched for a while. “ Did you get some sleep?” Was it really that obvious? I thought I did a great job with the makeup? “ I'm fine,” I managed, wearing a weak smile. “ You had nightmares didn't you?” I remained silent, almost embarrassed. “ You're not that good at lying you know…” “ Okay, so I didn't sleep, so what?” “ I'm not mocking you or anything, I'm just pointing out a fact.” He shrugged, walking ahead of me. I sped as I tried to catch

“I’m doing this because if I don’t, we both die. And trust me—my death would be the least of this world’s problems.” She stared at the throne. At the burning seal behind it. And her reflection in the polished floor—no longer fully human. Something inside her shifted again. A memory, maybe. Or a piece of her soul waking up after a long, long sleep. “You lied to me,” she said quietly. “But so did everyone else. So maybe... you’re just the first devil who had the guts to tell me the truth.” Dante smiled, not with victory, but with respect. “Good girl.”

"Because I'm hard for you." "This is a devil's bargain," she mutters. I lean my face down, kiss her jaw, cup one heavy breast with my free hand, weigh it like I wanted to from the first moment I saw her naked. I rub her pussy. "Are you going to come on the devil's hand, then?" I ask. She fists her hands, punches my chest. It doesn't hurt. I wonder if she meant for it to. Probably. It's quiet, the only sound that of her wet arousal.

“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,”

King Oliver announced. “Devil Pact?” Lily asked with a raised brow. “Yes. Now, Evander Maclay will tell you about the Devil pact,” King Oliver proclaimed. Beside King’s throne a man was standing who came forward. He was quite old with thick glasses over his eyes. “A Devil pact is an agreement between a human and a Devil in which the two have to keep with the terms. Failed to do so can result in the immediate death of the human if he/she breaks the pact and if the Devil breaks the pact then he/she will be sent to Hell and punished there,” Evander stated.

“You are not the source. The consequences are not yours to bear.” That’s when she saw him. Sprawled on a couch, heavy and leather but not large, dark hair tousled, mouth agape, his shirt pushed to his chest, his smooth tummy gleaming in shadow, his belt undone, his pants pushed low on his narrow hips, the barest beginning of a dark patch of curly forest inching past the band of his underwear, he slept, her beloved Harrow. *** The Devil came to you that day, she found herself thinking.

Fighting her instinct to stay away, she moved grudgingly forward, her imwilling limbs carrying her ever closer. ‘Dance,’ he said and she did. It felt so good to be back in his arms, within the safety of that strong grip. He danced expertly, but now his grip became stronger; she looked up and saw the red eyes of the devil. She was dancing with the devil. Her eyes flew open. She gasped for air. Moisture beaded her brow. She looked at the bedside clock, it was 7.30 p.m. Her breathing gradually slowed, but she dared not close her eyes again for fear the devil would return.

“Yes. But I'm not important right now. I can't believe I'm standing right in front of you. My favourite of your pieces is the girl who touched the sun. I consumed that piece every day of my life for an entire year. You're such an inspiration Olivia.” “Great, what are you doing here?” She dismissed my fan girl moment, obviously more focused on my presence here. I don't know what to say. Do I tell her I fell asleep? Or just think of a lie that wouldn't implicate the devil because he would just find a way to take it out on me. “I–” “She was on a date with Lev Oleg, but she has some mental issues so I'm sure she fell asleep on the table thinking it was her room,” Mr Devil with a whole lie said,

I collapsed, trembling, ruined, his cum dripping down my thighs. The Devil leaned down, licking the tears from my cheek. “Now,” he whispered, his voice pure sin, “the bargain begins.” I thought it was over. My body was wrecked, trembling from the brutal way he took me. His cum still leaked from between my thighs, warm and sticky, soaking the sheets. My chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. But the Devil… he wasn’t done. He sat back, watching me like a predator, his cock still thick, glistening with me. His smirk widened when I tried to close my legs.

“ No. Well, it was the best I have ever had in years. In my dream, I woke up to see you standing beside my window, you were staring at me with this cute smile you always give to me. I was. . . I was getting uncomfortable with the way you stood there so, I invited you to lay with me. But honestly, I didn’t just want you to lay with me. .” She paused for a while and he looked interested to know what next she was going to say. “. . .I wanted you on me and. . in me. But, I didn’t let it continue, so I woke up.” “ Why?” He asked with a smile. “ Because. . . it wasn’t real. It was just a dream.” “ You want a real one?” He asked. To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL