Sleeping With The Devil Novels & Stories

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

"In time, dear Indra, in time. You’ll see, I'm not like everyone else. Once I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I want." Indra smiles. "Do you really think you can beat me? You already know I'm the devil's daughter, don't you?" "Without a doubt. I know your weaknesses better than you do." "I don't have any weaknesses." The man laughs. "That's exactly what I expected you to say. But we all have our Achilles heel. You are no exception." Indra can swear she hears the man licking his lips. "Just dare to treat me like a little girl," she replies, trying to get up, but the chain is too short and pulls at her grazed wrist’s making them sting painfully.

He was laying on his bed with his eyes closed the last time I left him. I’m not quite sure what he’s up to now, but I don't hear any noise in his cell. He’s probably asleep. “That guy is really a devil. How could he sleep peacefully after almost shooting a person earlier?” I whispered to myself, staring at the concrete ceiling. I pulled myself up, not wanting to think about Cole anymore. He’s done so much damage to my sexuality already. I’m probably just confused, right?

His power over her was terrifying, and she didn't know how much more she could endure. As night fell, she lay on the bed, her mind replaying the events of the day. The shattered photo, Dante's fury, his unsettling demand—it all haunted her. She couldn’t shake the image of the beaten man from her mind, his eyes filled with a silent plea. She needed to stay strong, to find a way out of this nightmare. But the more she learned about Dante, the more dangerous he seemed. She couldn’t trust anyone here, not even the maids. She was alone, trapped in a house full of shadows and secrets.

When I came out the devil is already there "Why aren't you asleep" I asked "Bad dreams" he said with a shrug "Wow, so the devil is scared" I teased, he smiled "What of you" he asked "Nothing just wild night" I replied and sat on the chair next to him "How is Martha" he asked "She is fine" I answered and he just nodded. Seems the devil have a love interest now. Am curious to see how it turns. We quietly watch tv till I fall asleep. I woke up on my bed next morning, I wondered how I got there, yes even the day we got wasted I remember sleeping in the leaving room

And I was fine with that, because it was better to be unwanted than to be trapped. Caterina wiped her face and groaned. “Why couldn’t I have been promised to someone normal? Not the Moretti twins. Everyone calls them devils for a reason. One of them is supposed to be cold hearted, the other… God, they say he’s worse,” She shuddered like she just imagined something terrible. “I’m going to end up buried in their cellar, aren’t I?” I crossed my arms. “You don’t know that.” “All done. I’m going to check up on the event planners now. Don’t get any ideas, Caterina. Be downstairs in five minutes.” I scolded, not wanting to get punished again for her actions.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

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.

It's true that it's ugly for us to sleep with each other and with others at the same time, I like the idea of us being exclusive. Oh, the devil is a damn bastard because as soon as I have one man, he makes another one appear like magic, he can't leave me alone, he can't let me be with just one, I can't play with two because then I'll be left smelling my finger, it's certain that both will leave. +

It was obviously a no-brainer. “Then, you're in luck.” He started removing his tie and proceeded in unbuttoning his shirt. “The devil is here giving you an offer. Alpha Vladimir began sniffing the side of my face down to my neck. I closed my eyes as he started putting his hand under my skirt. If sleeping with the devil would make me Adrian’s queen, then so be it. I live for Adrian Patterson and probably die for him too. With that, I sealed a contract with the demon himself. And honestly, I didn’t regret doing so.