Seducing the Devil (MF)

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 51,760
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Love can pierce through the darkest of souls.

Damian, the son of Lucifer, has renounced his right to the throne of Hell, choosing instead to build a life on Earth with Haley, his lover, and hunt the creatures of his father's realm. Sex between them burns hotter than hell itself, and Haley can't live without her Master's touch, without the sharp, exquisite pleasure only he can give. But not everyone approves of Damian's relationship with the beautiful witch. Especially not Damian's uncle, Raden, Lucifer's brother, who had kept Haley as his sex slave years ago and wants her back.

When Haley and Damian are dragged back to Hell, they find Raden is out for revenge. Haley's worst fears are coming to pass—fears that she'll once again belong to the prince of Hell. But when Raden stabs her with her own knife—the knife Damian gave her for protection—it's Damian's worst fears that play out. There's no saving Haley from the death spells woven into the knife's blade. And there's no living without the witch whose responsive body sings at his touch. Desperate, Damian will do anything to save her. So when Lucifer makes him an offer, Damian has no choice but to accept. Lucifer will turn back the clock to spare Haley's life, but Damian must take his rightful place as the next dark lord of Hell. They'll be returned to a time before Damian and Haley met, and Damian will never encounter the seductive witch who holds his heart…

Reader note: contains a sexy and commanding alpha male, BDSM and erotic romance elements, and is intended for adults

Seducing the Devil (MF)
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Seducing the Devil (MF)

Etopia Press

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Word Count: 51,760
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CHAPTER ONEHaley Hawthorne straightened her pencil skirt and glanced at her cell phone. Frowning, she slid into the driver’s seat of her black Porsche. Her boyfriend, Damian, hadn’t come home last night. He usually called if he was going to be late, but she hadn’t heard from him. She tried to shake off the uneasy feeling. Her brother, Adam, had just taken over as head of Adversus, the government agency Damian worked for. He would have told her if something went wrong with Damian and Noah’s mission.She waved at the burly security guard as she drove out of the parking garage of the Hawthorne office building. He nodded back without a smile. That one in particular had a constant scowl. Actually, all the giant men on the security team Damian hired for her building seemed permanently angry.Sitting in heavy traffic in downtown Seattle, she pressed the call button on the stereo. Her cousin Ginger answered right away.“Have you heard from Damian?” Ginger sounded as desperate as Haley felt.“No. Nothing from Noah?”“I called him this morning when I woke up to an empty house. Straight to voicemail. I’ve been on the couch all day just staring at my phone. I feel like a fucking loser.”Haley ran her fingers through her long red curls. “Do you think something happened?”Ginger paused. “I kinda want to go poke Adam for information. I’ve been calling him, too. No answer.”Since his promotion with Adversus, Adam had temporarily moved back into their childhood home, a brick mansion in North Seattle. He would certainly have an update on Damian and Noah’s whereabouts.“I’ll meet you there,” Haley said and disconnected the call.Dozens of random cars lined the long winding driveway that led to her former home. Inside the mansion, heavy music vibrated the walls. She hadn’t lived there since her college years, but the classic old world décor remained unchanged. Adam had turned the place into quite a party house since he’d taken over as the sole tenant. Laughter exploded from the main sitting room as Haley walked by. She searched the sea of unknown faces all around her with a sharp anxiety in her stomach.Six years earlier, she’d escaped from Damian’s uncle Raden, the brother of Satan, who’d kept her in Hell as his personal sex slave. The fear of being captured again still loomed over her head.Firm hands pulled her into a dark office. She spun around, wrenching free.Talis flicked on a lamp. He dragged a hand through his thick dark hair. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”Haley’s pulse shot up. The last time she’d seen Talis here, Damian had nearly beaten him to death in a jealous brawl, unhinging Talis’s jaw in the process. It appeared the healers had fixed Talis up properly, leaving no scars on his perfect olive skin.His gaze wandered down her body. “I haven’t talked to you in a while.” His lustful stare sent a chill through her stomach.She looked away and folded her arms across herself.“I know I fucked up.” Talis shook his head, slumping his brawny shoulders. His deep brown eyes seemed sincere. “I got pissed off when I saw you with Damian.”“Why?” She tightened her arms around her waist. The only history she had with Talis was a bad memory of him rejecting her upon seeing her scarred stomach.“I wanted another chance with you.” He studied her face and moved closer. His gaze settled on her breasts and his voice went husky. “You’re sexy as fuck, Hales.”He reached for her chin, and she leaned away, then eased around his massive frame.“OK, well…” She grasped the doorknob, and he crowded her against the door.“How can you be with him?” He brushed his knuckles along the branded R underneath her shirt. “After what his family did to you.”“I’m in love with him.” A shiver ran down her back as she pulled the door open, hoping he wouldn’t follow. She darted out into the hall, but he grabbed her elbow, leaning toward her ear.“Can you listen for a second?”She flinched away as her stomach twisted. “Sorry,” she mumbled and started down the hallway.Adam stood at the end of the hall. He’d cut his typically shaggy brown hair, and his new look was all business. He crossed his arms, deep in conversation with Noah.The tightness in her stomach melted away as she caught Damian’s gaze. His piercing green eyes had turned dark, and he shifted his attention to Adam. Her heartbeat thudded faster.Talis grabbed onto her arm. “Hang on a second.”“Don’t touch me.” She turned toward him.He let go, drawing back. “Whatever.”Her shoulders loosened as he walked away and she took a steadying breath.She turned back and halted. Damian’s muscles were tensed as he approached, veins bulging in his arms under his white T-shirt.Speechless, she stared in silence.He closed his large hand around her arm and pulled her toward the staircase.Her stomach tingled as she let him lead her upstairs. He kept his dominant hold on her arm and brought her into her old bedroom.She clutched her fingers, clenching her thighs together. “Are you going to punish me?” she whispered.His shaded jawline remained firmly closed as he turned the key to lock the door.“Do you deserve a punishment?” His voice was deep and rugged.He grabbed her hips, easing her toward the dresser by the window.“No.” Her breath sped up in anticipation.He turned her away from him and pressed her down over the white dresser. “Why were you alone with Talis?” He inched her tight black skirt upward, revealing her lacy underwear.“He apologized.”Damian skimmed his palm along her inner thigh, and her clit twitched, yearning for more.He took his hand away. “Did he touch you?” Sliding his fingers through her long red curls, he drew her hair away from her neck, sending chills across her skin.“No.”He closed his fist around her hair and dragged his teeth along her throat. “Did you miss me?”“Yes.” Her nipples stiffened beneath her silk top, and she closed her eyes. “I’ve been calling you.”“We lost our phones during the mission.” He grasped her panties in his fist, stretching them, and the lace strained between her legs.She pressed her ass against the front of his jeans. Arousal spread through her as she felt the thick hardness beneath his zipper. “I was so worried.”He drew her upright and released her hair. His stubble scraped her neck as he ran his tongue over her ear. “You know you don’t ever have to worry.”Her vision dimmed, and she leaned back against him. “I can’t help it.”Damian pressed his face into her neck with a soft groan and groped his hands along her breasts. “I fucking missed you too, baby.”He took one of her filmy scarves she used to wear in college from a hook on the wall. Her pulse pumped faster as he pulled her arms behind her back. He slid the thin material around her elbows, tightening it until she couldn’t move her arms, and tied it in place.He turned her to face him. With her arms pinned tightly behind her, she held onto the edge of the dresser as he grasped her collar and stripped her shirt open. Buttons scattered and he reached into his pocket.He withdrew a silver knife from his pocket and opened it. Her eyes widened.She tried not to breathe as he slid the cold blade beneath the lace covering her breast. The sharp steel drifted toward her nipple, and she forced her erratic breath to steady.Damian cut through the dainty lace and ripped it apart, exposing her breasts. He lowered the knife, and she took a deep breath.He ran his devouring mouth along her breast and caught her nipple between his teeth. She parted her legs as sensation flooded through her clit. He crouched to his knees, staring at her lacy underwear, and slowly stroked the edge of the blade up her inner thigh.She opened her mouth, trembling as the metal point grazed underneath her panties. He swept it along her freshly waxed pussy and fear prickled across her sensitive skin. She gasped softly, trying not to shiver as he skimmed the severe steel over her skin.He sliced through the thin fabric, then grabbed her panties with his masculine hands and tore them away from her.Completely bare, she worked to keep her legs steady as he slid the edge of the knife along her pussy. Her clit pulsed with desire as he continued to caress the dangerous weapon across her vulnerable area.Turning the knife, he grasped the sharp blade and slid the cold metal handle inside her. Her mouth dropped open as he pushed the thick steel in and out, the raised ridges of the grip hammering her G-spot.He pulled the knife out, folded and pocketed it, then glanced up at her with smoldering green eyes. “Tell me when you’re close.”She leaned her head back, gripped with desire and frustrated by his words. He loved to drive her mad with lust until she was begging him to let her come.He forked his tongue into two tips and grazed it between her legs. His soft lips and scratchy stubble against her sensitive flesh brought her quickly to the edge, and she bit her lip with a moan.“I’m close…” She squeezed her eyes shut as he pulled his perfect mouth away.Panting, she gripped the dresser, and he skidded his fingertips all over her inner thighs. His slippery tongue ran along her pussy lips, avoiding her needy center.She opened her legs wider, showing him her desperate clit. “Please.”

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