Pretty Devil
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Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave.
He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man.
By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Pretty Devil Chapter 1
Erotica Warning
This is a dark erotic novel intended strictly for mature audiences aged 18 and over. It contains highly explicit sexual content and intense adult themes that may be disturbing or triggering for some readers.
The story features strong BDSM dynamics, including female domination and male submission, heavy humiliation and degradation, orgasm denial and chastity play, face-sitting, pegging, slapping, choking, and rough sexual use. Expect graphic descriptions of the male protagonist crawling, begging, and being used mercilessly as a pathetic sex slave, along with strong language and explicit dirty talk.
Additional themes include power imbalance, hidden identities, obsession, jealousy, and elements of consensual within the established dominant/submissive relationship. The book also contains darker suspense elements involving threats and violence from the protagonist's past.
If you do not plan on reading something this intense , with raw, unfiltered kink, deep humiliation, and explicit power exchange - you should turn back now.
Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed only if you are comfortable with extreme erotic content.
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He glanced over her body with raw hunger, his lips pressing hot kisses onto the soft swell of her cleavage. His eyes never left hers, dark with lust as he inhaled her scent. One hand boldly trailed up, cupping and squeezing her breasts through the thin lace, while his mouth found her nipples, nibbling and sucking greedily.
Maddy let out a low, pleased hum, her fingers sliding into his hair for a moment before she gripped his silk tie tightly around his neck. She pulled him closer, forcing his face harder against her chest.
"Kneel!" she ordered, her voice sharp and commanding, laced with that sweet venom that made his cock twitch instantly.
Reeves groaned softly against her skin. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees right there in the middle of the penthouse suite, the expensive carpet cushioning his fall. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he looked up at her, tie still wrapped in her fist, completely at her mercy.
Maddy stared down at him, lips curved in a wicked smile,
"That's better," she purred, tightening her grip on his tie like a leash. "Look at you... already on your knees for me like a good little slave. Is this what you've been fantasizing about every time you came to the club?"
She slowly dragged the pointed toe of her heel up his thigh, stopping just inches away from the obvious bulge straining in his trousers.
"Beg me," she whispered, voice dripping with dominance. "Beg your Pretty Devil to use you tonight."
Maddy looked down at him from above, her dark eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and power. She didn't know who this man really was, all she knew was that he was wealthy as hell.
After he had paid an obscene amount to spend the entire night with her, away from the club and its rules, he had finally confessed his deepest fantasy in a shaky, desperate voice:
He wanted to be her slave!! Completely!!
Maddy tightened her grip on his tie, using it like a leash to tilt his head further back so he was forced to stare up at her pretty face.
"So this is really what you want?" she asked, her voice low and teasing, but edged with command. "All that money... all that power you have out there... and the only thing that gets you this hard is kneeling in front of me, ready to be used like my personal toy?"
Reeves swallowed hard, his breathing ragged. His hands rested obediently on his thighs, not daring to touch her without permission.
"Yes... Mistress," he whispered hoarsely. "That's all I want tonight. I want you to own me."
Maddy's lips curled into a slow, devilish smile. She stepped one sharp heel closer, the glossy black leather brushing against his chest as she looked down at her wealthy, powerful client now reduced to this.
"Good boy," she purred. "Then let's begin. Take off your jacket... slowly. And keep your eyes on me the entire time."
Maddy glanced at the toys he had already laid out neatly on the table. Without a word, she picked up a thick leather belt, looped it around his neck, and pulled it tight like a makeshift collar.
She yanked the belt hard, forcing him to crawl behind her toward the bed.
"Move faster, slave," she ordered.
Reeves groaned as he crawled on all fours. "Yes, Mistress... Fuck, I'm so hard already."
When they reached the bed, Maddy sat on the edge and spread her legs slightly, still holding the belt tight.
"Look at all these toys you prepared for me," she said mockingly. "You really planned this, huh? Tell me....which one do you want your Pretty Devil to use on you first?"
Reeves looked up at her, neck straining against the belt. "Whatever you want, Mistress. I'm yours. Please... hurt me. Use me."
Maddy smirked and gave the belt another sharp tug. "Beg louder. I want to hear how pathetic you sound."
"Please, Mistress!" he gasped. "I'm your worthless slave. Please use your toys on me. I need it."
Maddy grabbed his jaw tightly with one hand and slapped him hard across the face with the other.
"Call me Mummy!" she ordered.
She yanked his head violently forward and shoved his face between her thighs. Reeves groaned desperately as he pressed his mouth against her, still covered by the thin black G-string. He used his lips and tongue vigorously, forcing the soaked fabric to the side before sucking and licking hungrily at her exposed pussy, devouring her juices.
Maddy moaned and tightened her grip on his hair, grinding against his face. "That's it... eat Mummy's pussy like a greedy slave. Suck it harder."
Reeves gasped between desperate licks, his voice muffled and wet. "Yes, Mummy... your juices taste so good... I'm choking on you."
She slapped his cheek again, eyes gleaming behind the mask. "Louder. Tell Mummy how much you love being her dirty little toy."
"I love it, Mummy!" he moaned loudly, tongue working frantically. "I'm your pathetic slave... please let me drink all your juices."
Maddy smirked and pressed his face deeper. "Good boy. Don't stop until you make Mummy cum."
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Pretty Devil of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.
8.1
At sterlinggate university, only one rule matters:
Monsters do not belong.
Yuna never meant to become one.
After being publicly humiliated by her boyfriend , Yuna's emotions spiral out of control, she had a tough encounter with her bully, Megan, triggering a secret she was never meant to awaken. She isn't just a werewolf.
She is a kitsune.
A nine-tailed fox believed to be extinct.
A creature every wolf has been trained to hunt.
When her transformation is exposed, the university goes into lockdown. Hunters flood the campus. Silver charms are distributed. And one order is made clear:
"Kill the kitsune".
The only person willing to protect her is Noah Phillips,the star wolf of the university... and the son of the chief hunter leading the execution.
As danger closes in and her powers grow harder to control, Yuna must choose:
hide and survive, or rise and fight back.
Because if the wolves discover the truth...
They won't just kill her.
They'll start a war.
7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
9.8
Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family.
But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street.
After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began.
A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy.
Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion.
And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion.
Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets.
Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed.
Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate.
"Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all."
To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
8.8
Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.
He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit.
"Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega."
I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf.
Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.
Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.
He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.
He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.
On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."
Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.
And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.
8.2
A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.
Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.
Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.
But the nightmare was just beginning.
At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.
Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.
He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.
But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.
A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.
"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."
My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.
I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.
I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.
Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.
![[Dubbed] Devil by My Side](https://v.melolo.com/b1265344voduse1318177724/656c08bb1397757912472838667/CePenJKefxsA.jpg)
![[Dubbed Version]The Immortal's Revenge](https://v.melolo.com/b1265344voduse1318177724/372b9cb85145403706122970722/i7AM0LH5b7IA.webp)
![[Dubbed] Rerutn of The War Spirit](https://v.melolo.com/b1265344voduse1318177724/411cf23e1397757912475397487/bJSfBIa57aAA.jpg)