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“I'll go write something in my room.” No one looked twice as I slipped out. But I didn't go to my room. I went to the Velvet Lodge. It was the most decadent building in the entire pack city with towering stone arches and gold balconies that glittered like a crown under the moonlight. It was the kind of place where the most powerful wolves stayed, where whispers were traded for gold and where one man, the Devil, was currently residing. I pulled my hood lower over my face, adjusting the loose-fitting traveling cloak. My hands trembled beneath the fabric as I walked up the carved status, heart hammering like I'd stolen something.

“Mirabella Antonio, you fucking come to me before I come for you myself. I can't fucking erase the picture of having your tight little pussy wrapped around my hard cock.” “Fuck, I hope no one has tainted her innocence. I'm going to take everything all at once," a smile of satisfaction creeped on his face making him look even more dangerous. *** The Devil’s Den – That Night Out front, The Devil’s Den looked like a crown jewel on a dark street. Very huge and tall building with sleek and shiny black marble exterior. Thin red and blue neon letters that pulsed like a heartbeat. A velvet rope guarded the entrance, men in tailored suits and elegant women flanking it like statues.

“You disgust me. You talk about revenge and family honor, and here you are selling a defenseless woman to a bunch of disgusting pigs. I can’t believe, for one minute, I let you touch me, that I actually thought…” His smile turns predatory. “Actually, I’m selling you to one pig, and what did you think, princess? Finish your tirade since it’ll be the last time we speak.” My gaze narrows. “I thought maybe that you had a soul. Obviously, I was mistaken. You’re the devil, a heartless, cruel, asshole, devil. You are no better than my father.” The smile falls from his lips, and he shakes his head. “Soo will be in to take you to the car. Have a nice life, princess.”

The Rules of Hell Elena’s fingers tightened around the thick folder until the edges dug into her palms as she stormed out of the elevator and into the cold evening air outside Rossi Tower. The city noise hit her like a slap. Honking cars, rushing pedestrians, the distant wail of a siren, but none of it could drown out the roaring in her head. She didn’t go far. She couldn’t. Her legs felt too weak. She sank onto a cold metal bench a block away, heart still racing, body still burning from that charged encounter in his office. The folder lay open on her lap like a venomous snake ready to strike. With shaking hands, she forced herself to read every brutal clause properly this time.

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.

I cut her off before she could slip into another rant regarding why I should change my mind about marrying Vladimir Perazzo. According to her, the man was no good. He was literally the devil in the disguise of a handsome man. His world was even darker than what she had been a part of after marrying my father. There was no comparison between the two men and how they did business. She used to think my father was the embodiment of ruthlessness, having seen him in action. But when Vladimir Perazzo took over the throne of the underworld after his father passed away, he set a new high of cruelty. He was cold and ruthless and barbaric. He wasn’t called the devil of Venice just like that.

and the loud bark that follows. I’m really going to wet my panties and die at the claws and fangs of this beast. Is this really my end. Is this where it all ends. Death by Cerberus? Why would the devil even set his pet at me? I have never done anything wrong apart from having dirty, sexual fantasies sometimes and I’ve heard that it’s normal with people my age and the occasional times I wanted to bash Mrs. Barton’s head against the classroom walls.

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I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

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.