RedCheryl

{WARNING: THIS BOOK IS HIGHLY SMUTTY}

"Run, little bird."

His voice is a whisper of sin and smoke, curling around my body like chains I cannot break.

I should run. I should fight.

But I don’t.

Because he’s already caught me.

A rough hand grips my throat, tilting my chin up—forcing me to meet his eyes. Red. Burning. Ravenous.

"You can try to escape, little wife," he murmurs, his breath hot against my lips. "But we both know how this ends."

I am his.

Bound to the Devil. Trapped in his Hell.

Luciel—King of the Underworld. Predator in human skin. A monster with a smile that undoes me, ruins me, devours me.

Every whisper is a command.
Every touch is a punishment.
Every kiss is a slow death.

And the worst part?

I want more.

His fingers trail down my spine, lower, lower—until I’m arching, trembling, drowning.

"Look at you," he taunts, lips ghosting over my pulse. "So desperate for the monster you fear."

I should hate him.

I should fight harder.

But then his lips brush my ear, and he chuckles—low, dark, merciless, making me give in to his darkhold.

"Good girl."

Bound to the Devil: In His Hell

The air shifted—thickening, coiling around her like unseen fingers.

The room, already dim, seemed to darken further, as if the shadows recognized their master.

His presence was a slow suffocation, a heat curling over her skin, dragging down her spine. He wasn't touching her. Not yet.

He had already taken up all the space in the room.

Ariel inhaled sharply, steeling herself.

Luciel stood there, leaning against the doorframe with casual arrogance.

His golden eyes flickered, scanning her from head to toe, as if deciding exactly how he wanted to ruin her.

The weight of his gaze made her skin burn.

She swallowed hard, keeping her chin high. She refused to look weak.

She would not give him the satisfaction.

Fire and Ice