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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8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
7.6
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
9.0
Seventeen years after going missing, Brooklyn was finally brought back to her ultra-wealthy biological family.
But instead of a tearful reunion, her parents and sisters treated her like infectious garbage, mocking her cheap clothes and calling her a country bumpkin.
They dumped her into a remedial class to hide her away, cut off her allowance, and threatened to lock down her trust fund to force her into absolute submission.
One night, Brooklyn stood in the shadows of the estate and overheard a conversation that shattered everything.
She hadn't wandered off as a child.
Her parents had deliberately thrown her away because a fake fortune teller claimed her birth chart was a jinx to the family's wealth.
They felt zero remorse, only plotting to banish her again the moment she turned eighteen.
Her biological father thought he was putting a leash on a helpless, uneducated girl by cutting off her pocket change.
He had no idea that Brooklyn was the anonymous VIP who casually dropped sixty million dollars on an emerald at the city's most exclusive auction.
He didn't know she was the elusive medical genius that the world's most powerful billionaires were currently tearing the city apart to find.
The last microscopic shred of hope for a family withered into cold ash in her chest.
"Lock down my trust fund?"
She pulled out her encrypted phone and activated her shadow networks, severing herself entirely from their pathetic surveillance.
Since they believed she was a jinx, she was going to show them exactly what a real curse looked like.
8.5
I spent six months choking down bitter herbs to cure my silver poisoning, just so I could finally bear pups for my mate, Alpha Holden.
But on the day I got my medical clearance, I discovered he was cheating on me with a low-level Omega intern.
Worse, I overheard him and my own brother talking in his office. My four-year marriage was a grotesque trap. My fake sister, Kylie, was the one who hired a rogue to cripple my wolf, and Holden only mated me to protect her from being exiled.
My entire family knew the truth, yet they protected the culprit while treating me like a cursed, wolfless burden.
When my brother violently spilled boiling soup on my stomach at a family dinner, exposing my horrific scars, my parents just rolled their eyes.
"Stop the pity play, Ariana," my mother sneered.
Holden didn't care about my burns either. He abandoned me on a freezing mountain road in the rain the moment his mistress called.
I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could sacrifice me for a fake daughter, or how my mate could turn our sacred bond into a sickening lie.
But I didn't shed a single tear. I secretly secured my Pack Identification Papers and gathered ironclad proof of his infidelity. I just needed one month to execute the Rejection ritual and walk away forever.
