Devil's Toy

Devil's Toy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Sep 21, 2023
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Fantasy
Layla couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that someone was watching her. Heat formed in the middle of her spine and radiated outward, warming her entire back. She kept stacking and organizing her boss's mail and the papers scattered across his desk. A gold fountain pen slipped from her grasp, threatening to roll off the desk. She bent over the desk quickly, just in time to grab it in mid-air. The heat from her back licked up her neck and wrapped around her neck. Her breath caught in her throat and she gasped. She brought her hand up to where she felt the heat, standing quickly. She turned, scanning the room. She could've sworn there were eyes on her. She struggled to calm the gasps, her skin covered in goosebumps, and the heat moving to her center. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper. "What the hell is going on with me?"
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#1 IN SHORT STORY COLLECTION (3/21/20) #1 In DealWithTheDevil #5 in Teenager #7 in Devil (As of 7/04/2018) Every touch on your skin is hot, burning even, like it'll evaporate you if you take even one more. He has you pinned against the wall and is scanning your body with his now glowing red eyes. They only glow for two reasons- for anger, and for desire. "Didn't you always read in stories that I'm a master of temptation? Of manipulation?" He breathes lightly against your neck, tilting your head by the wad of hair he's now twisted around his finger. Your heart races against his body as you realize once again the deal you've made. "I never believed in that stuff," you squeak out an answer in between pants. His servants knock on the door, and with a snap, he locks it tight. You feel one of his fangs trace the thin of your skin and you jolt. He smirks. "And yet you saw the unbelievable and still dealed with me. You brave, sexy little thing," He picks you up by the thighs and walks you to the bed that he's now snapped a black comforter onto before throwing you onto it. Just as you catch your breath, chains appear around your ankles and wrists as he traces kisses up your shin. You watch him crawl up your thigh just before catching a glimpse of the tribal pentagram on your hip that glows the closer he gets to it. "You're mine now, Kaya." WARNING: This story is HOT! SEXY SCENES AND Vulgar language, and a steamy, STEAMY relationship between a demi-demon and Lucifer himself. Viewer discretion is advised.

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