"She is pregnant." Dasmien spoke, his eyes on the Wrath demon. She looked back at him with hopeful eyes. "I want to make her my wife." He said, turning to Sam. A stunned silence filled the room. "What?" Sam asked, his hand finding mine again. Dasmien glanced down at our intertwined hands. "I want to make Guirita my wife. Marine demons are not monogamous. I will have several wives. Guirita will be my first." Sam stayed silent, scanning the two demons in front of him with slight disbelief. Guirita looked back at Sam, her eyes filled with worry and fear. "With her being a Wrath demon, our kingdoms will forever be connected. Her child is my child, our child is half Wrath." Dasmien said. Shock poured from Sam into me. Shock, but also wary relief. "I am still married to her. She is the current queen of-" "She's not, though. You have never crowned her as Queen." Dasmien interrupted Sam. "She's with child of another man, who was not from Wrath. I know your people value full-blooded li
He stopped at my bra, and flicked it open with two fingers."Tell me the secret." I urged again, my fingers pushing into the cold glass in front of me.If he undressed me here, everybody would see my naked body with just a glance upward. Guards patrolled below, heads bowed, weapons at the ready.Sam eased the dress off my right shoulder slowly, ignoring my question. Then my left side, and I turned to look at Sam. His gaze was dark and hungry."Please tell me." I whispered, locking eyes with him.As he looked at me, he pulled on my dress. It slipped down, exposing me to his kingdom. I fought the urge to grab the slippery fabric, which was sliding lower and lower over my body."Secrets ARE very powerful, I see." He whispered, his breath warm against my skin."What if someone sees me?" I asked him.The dress was pulled down more as an answer. It pooled at my feet, a cloud of blackness. A chill ran down my spine as his cold hand trailed over my back, while the other gripped my hip and sli
He sensed my need, and his teeth sank into my neck. A rush of adrenaline raced through my veins. I fell apart, a moaning scream escaping me. My body, overwhelmed by lust, seemed to shatter and then reshape itself. Sam was a steady presence behind me, holding on as if his life depended on it. A wave of pure lust had slammed into me as I came together with Satan. My skin prickled. My forehead rested against the cold glass. Sam slowly peeled me off the sticky glass. "How does it feel being owned by the devil?" "How does it feel being owned by a human?" I replied with closed eyes and a soft smile around my lips, feeling more powerful than ever. A strange energy coursed through me, my fingertips tingling with life. I was uncontrollably sensitive to Sam's presence. It was like he was my life, a part of my soul. Sam guided me down on the carpet, right next to the glass. "Like I'm owned by heaven itself. Fucking incredible," Sam said, running his fingers over my skin. I smiled softly.
A short summary of book 1 'Captured by the Demon King':The books are about the seven demon kings of sin who rule the demon realm. Every sin has their own colour. Asmodeus / Adrian: Lust - Light blueSatan / Samael: Wrath - Dark redMammon / Micah: Greed - YellowLucifer: Pride - PurpleBelphegor: Sloth - Dark blueBeelzebub: Gluttony - OrangeLevi, now Dagon: Envy - GreenGabrielle, a human, was kidnapped by the demon king of Lust, King Asmodeus (Adrian). Taken as a slave, their romantic journey started quick and full of lust. Adrian soon realized he couldn't live without his human and asked her to be his partner (he had four at the time, to fill up his lust to the maximum). He kissed her, creating a deep, life-altering bond between the two. Only when a king kisses another, is a deep bond created. This ties the life forces of the two together, preventing the king and queen from fully dying when the bonded one is still alive.Gabrielle ended up killing the brother of Adrian, Levi. Le
"You look fucking hot." I turned my head to see an attractive guy, completely focused on me. "Thank you." I replied, my eyes casually scanning his figure. Maybe a bit too business-like for a club, but that added to his aura. "What are we drinking?" he asked, resting his elbow on the bar. I playfully narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm not telling you. You have to guess." I teased."One vodka soda." The bartender said as he put my drink in front of me.Irritated, I snapped my head at the bartender. "Dude! I said he had to guess!" I complained. The bartender shrugged, placing the card machine before me. A card appeared in front of me and tapped the machine, paying my drink for me. "It's on me, obviously." The guy said, suddenly standing a lot closer to me. "Not that you gave me a choice." I remarked, grabbing my drink and sipping it. Perfect and ice cold. "So, where did you come from? I've never seen you around here." He asked me after ordering a beer for himself. A beer? Who drank beer in
"Why did you come home with me, if you know me so well?" He snapped, his anger evident in the widening of his nostrils. "Well, you were right about one thing. I actually could use a good fuck. I thought, why not you? At least I won't develop any feelings for you." I sweetly retorted.He took another step towards me. "You're not at all like all the other women I've had before. But you are the same type of slut. Eager." He sneered ugly. I was so unimpressed by this guy, it almost made me laugh."If you're trying to offend me, you really have to try harder." I said, my fingers touching his dick through his pants. "Try as hard as your cock is right now." The impact of the wall behind me was not as hard as I expected. His lips smashed onto mine and his body pushed me against the wall with aggression. His hand grabbed the fabric of my dress, and he slid it up my body clumsily. He groaned when his fingers touched my underwear. I kissed him back with passion and cupped his cheek almost lov
The world spun around me, and the vodka coursing through my body only intensified the disorientation. Sam's grip on me remained tight, and due to the dizziness, I allowed his touch. Stepping out of his hold during our journey to another realm seemed something stupid to do, so I reluctantly held on.My forehead touched his hard shoulder and his fingers dug into my skin more. I just had to overcome this dizziness. When my feet touched the ground, I immediately stepped back, away from the demon king holding me. "Welcome back." Samael said in a mocking tone. Welcome back. I opened my eyes to a pitch-black world devoid of any sound or signs of life. Glancing to my left, my heart skipped a beat. There stood an enormous, black castle, emanating a gothic and gloomy aura. Its towering spires reached for the sky, with bats swirling around the highest points. It was the epitome of a haunted house, a place one would expect to find in Satan's realm. A perpetual mist seemed to envelop the surrou
"Leave," Samael snapped at the crowd, and every single demon turned around. I almost wanted to plead with some of them to just look at me, to help me. But demons tended to be as loyal as dogs when it came to their King. Nobody would misstep here. Nobody would look at me from here on out.That was completely and utterly unfair. As I looked up at Samael, I saw a woman dressed in royal attire standing close to us, staring daggers at me. "You're cutting me off from the entire world." I stated at the demon holding me, ignoring the woman behind him. "You don't need the world." Samael stated back, his eyes on the disappearing demons. "Of course I do. You can't just take away all social contact from me." I snapped back. His eyes suddenly pierced me, and they were black with anger. "You had social contact. And you decided to fuck those social contacts. So to prevent any more accidents, it's better if you have no contact with anyone anymore for the rest of your life.""You can't do that." I s