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

Not just with her feet—with everything she had.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her pulse pounding so hard it echoed in her skull.

The halls of the palace blurred past her—obsidian walls twisting and shifting, like the entire structure was alive, watching, waiting.

The torches flickered violently, their eerie flames casting monstrous shadows, stretching across the corridors, chasing her like grasping hands.

Her body was weak, drained, burning from the inside out.

Yet she pushed forward, feet slamming against the cold marble floors.

The realization pulsed through her, nearly making her stumble.

Luciel—the untouchable Devil, the King of Hell—was bleeding.

Because of whatever was inside her.

Oh! Poor Thing