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A Slave For The Devil
A Slave For The Devil
Author: Addie

PROLOGUE

Author: Addie
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

"Turn around," he said which made her flinch. He had such a commanding voice that she couldn't help but follow what he was saying.

How did she end up being here? Her life seemed normal before. It all changed one night—the moment she turned eighteen. Sometimes she would wonder if it made a difference if she was not in her house when it all happened. Sometimes she would wonder if he would find her wherever she is.

She turned around and felt the weight of his stare on her back. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she closed her eyes, trying to keep herself together. The hair on her body rose as she heard him move, followed by his footsteps drawing closer to her. 

It had been what she had to do for several nights. To stand there, to tremble, and flinch every time he speaks or touches her skin. It could be just her imagination but she could see he was also holding back whenever he touches her.

And then she felt it. The electrifying feeling every time he touches her skin. It was something she could never get used to. And deep down, she knew she likes it: his warm breath on her neck, the feeling of his fingers tracing lazily on the length of her arm, and his low voice in her ear that said, "How do you want it this time?" It was enough to make her insides flip. She had the sudden urge to let out a shuddering breath but she stopped herself. She kept her breathing shallow.

She bit her lip as she felt his lips barely touching the base of her neck. She wanted to move and pull him close and just let his teeth graze on her skin. But she remained still. She shouldn't be feeling this way. This is wrong in so many ways. And yet she couldn't stop. She ended up wanting more of it.

When did she start feeling this way towards him? Was it when they first did it? She had to admit she liked it. All she ever thought was that she would be tortured, tormented, mistreated— worse than what her aunt did to her. And yet the moment his hand touched her skin, a shiver went down her spine and the feeling was something she never felt before. It was foreign and pleasant and she knew that she should have pulled away from his grasp. But she succumbed to it. When she tilted her head to the side and a moan came out of her mouth, it was his undoing and she knew she was about to feel the wave of pleasure.

His hands got bolder and from doing lazy strokes on her arms, they went up to hold her neck. His long fingers warm against her skin as they wrapped around her slender neck.

"You're liking this, aren't you?" he had whispered before his mouth nibbled her earlobe. She did not respond for the fear of letting out a moan instead of a protest. 

This has to be an enchantment. This couldn't be real. Why am I letting his hand roam free around my body? Why do I like it? Why do I want more? Why do I want him to do things to me I have never felt before?

It was all she could hear inside her head. She was craving for him. And as much as he want to stop it, she couldn't. 

She was pulled back from her reverie when she felt his arm snake around her waist, pulling her close. And with that, she could feel him behind her.

His bare chest was warm against her almost bare back. She closed her eyes as she tipped her head back, resting on his shoulder. He chuckled and she opened her eyes, meeting his dark stare.

"You're starting to learn to embrace what you really want, Guinevere," he said. She shivered at the cold bite of the air on her exposed skin. She wrapped her one hand around his neck as if holding on to dear life.

But then she was surprised when he pushed her away. She turned to face him and he smiled as he stepped back and sat on the bed. He rested his hands behind him as he leaned back, watching her decide on what she would do next.

It was an invitation. It was a test. He was trying to see if she would succumb willingly this time. He was provoking her earlier and she was aching for more when she shouldn't have. Now it's a test of her will.

Would she succumb this time?

Her mind shouts it's wrong. Her mind shouts to run as fast as she could. But she found herself walking towards him, instead.

You can't run from him. You belong to him from the moment your mom conceived you. She reprimanded herself because even if she run, she don't have anywhere else to go. She is trapped in the underworld and there is no one who could help her but herself.

She saw how his smile turned into a smirk as he watched her walk towards him, one foot in front of the other. When she was close enough she couldn't help but feel so bare. Her clothes did so little to cover more skin and she was shivering. Perhaps it was because of the cold or perhaps it was because of something else entirely, she doesn't know. All she knows is that if she wants to survive, she will have to walk on the burning rope.

She could see how his eyes traveled from her face to her whole being. She was just standing there like an interesting specimen being observed.

"I wonder what I will do to you, Guinevere," he said. She clenched her jaw as his eyes went back to her face.

"How do you want to start?" he asked and she swallowed hard.

"However you want, sire," she said and lowered her gaze. She has learned that this man in front of her is no ordinary man. That this man in front of her is someone the king of the underworld himself. And she would do well if he won't go into his bad graces.

She was surprised that she almost jumped back when she saw him stand. He towered over her. She could almost feel the heat his skin radiates.

''I'm tired of you, tonight," he said. "Go back to your chamber."

She did not show the relief on her face. She turned and walked out of his quarters.  The moment she was out, she rested her back on the wall. That's when she noticed she was shaking.

Did he notice I was trembling?

She swallowed the lump in her throat before she gathered herself back together. Ever since she got here, she had been thinking of ways to get out, to break his ownership of her.

Her parents made a deal with the literal devil. She felt like she was falling down the deep, dark hole, not knowing when she would reach the bottom. And she could feel herself getting attracted to him, anticipating what he would do to her next.

But what would she be able to do against him? He is the god of the underworld, the king of this place. She is a mere human who did not even believe in the existence of gods until she met one.

How is she going to get out of the underworld—away from his grasp? Or the real question is: how can she stop wanting him? 

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    Her whole body was trembling and it was hard to stop it. Whoever the man is, he is dangerous. His dark eyes promised eternal misery and suffering. As though one mistake could cost her her life. How is she going to get out of this place? How is she going to run away from this dangerous man in front of her? The man's fingers were still holding her chin, his eyes penetrating her soul. She thought she could die from just being near him but she was surprised when the man squeezed her chin gently before he let out a smile. A smile. It did not go well with his ruthless eyes. The smile did not mean comfort. It scared her even more. "Please," she muttered. "Please let me out of here." The man leaned back before he stood and walked towards the dais and finally sat back on his throne. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Guinevere." She swallowed the lump in her throat. He knows her name. She has a lot of questions about where she is, why she was there, why did the man know her aunt, and what d

  • A Slave For The Devil   FIVE

    She paced back and forth inside her chamber which undeniably looked more like a prison. Even as several hours had passed by, it still wasn't enough to process what she had heard. A devil. An actual devil. And she is in the underworld. How could she process all that? And as if it wasn't bad enough, Hades told her she was there to serve him. She's a payment for what her parents had prayed for. She couldn't fathom how unfair it was for her when she wasn't the one who asked to be born in the first place. A prayer that was not supposed to happen. She was not supposed to be born. She should not have been born. Yet her parents had asked the devil to grant them a child and the payment would be for her to be the devil's slave. She sank to the floor. She doesn't have any idea how she's going to accept all of that. She doesn't know if she will ever accept it all. A knock in her door pulled her back from her reverie. She stood and scuttled to the furthest corner of her room. The door opened

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  • A Slave For The Devil   THIRTY-TWO

    There was already food in her chamber and the bath had been prepared. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a good long minute. What happened last night was the first time they ever did it. Before, it was just teasings and pleasuring themselves but last night...they finally did it. She finally submitted to him in this service thing that's going on.She could stop it. In fact, there is no need for her to continue this but then she wanted it again. She wanted the pleasure that Hades could give and she realized that she had been the one with the darkest desires. Lusting over the god of the underworld is a whole different kind of thing. Even now as she was laying in bed, she couldn't stop thinking about him--about the feeling of his hardness against her softness. She couldn't stop thinking about how his lips touched her skin and how his mouth sucked her nipples. Her hands started traveling from her lips to her neck and to her breast when she felt her nipples erect.Her other hand

  • A Slave For The Devil   THIRTY-ONE

    His touch was intoxicating and she felt like she was about to burst. She squirmed underneath him as his fingers traced her skin—from her lips to her bare shoulder to the valley of her breasts."In what universe do you think that your plan is going to work?" he asked, his voice low. It was more like a seduction than an interrogation and she couldn't think straight. Anyone who's in her shoes won't be able to think straight, either."I...I just think it would be the only way—"Her words were cut off by her moans when his lips replaced his fingers. They had gone beyond touching each other and she wanted that to happen badly now. It may sound crazy but she has embraced it all now. In the underworld, nobody can tell her it was wrong to be lusting over the devil himself.His lips were light as a feather as they traced from just under her breast and then downward. Pleasure built up inside her because of anticipation."You think you can do that with Zeus?" he asked while he continued to trail

  • A Slave For The Devil   THIRTY

    The dinner was surprisingly calm for her. Cerberus' absence would explain a lot and she didn't really want him there to destroy the moment. She looked at Hades about at least a meter away from her and she saw him silently eating a piece of meat. When he looked up to look at her, she immediately averted her gaze and focused on her food instead."Is there something you want to say?" he asked and she almost bit her tongue because of surprise. She swallowed her food before she looked at him."N-Nothing," she answered and Hades raised a brow as he was looking at her. It was obvious he didn't believe what she said so she went on, "It's just that...it feels easier now."He didn't say anything and she knew he knows what she was talking about. Then he poured wine on his chalice. He then snapped his finger and her chalice was filled too.She swallowed hard at the sight of the alcohol. "I don't think—""You have nothing to worry about. That's just grape juice.""Where did you get grapes?"Hades

  • A Slave For The Devil   TWENTY-NINE

    When he said he wanted to go sightseeing, she knew it was not going to be an ordinary one. Right before she could ask where they were off to next, Hades flicked his finger again and the next thing she realized, they were not in the midlands anymore.The air felt different. There was not a gloomy hint on it like she felt in the underworld. The sun was scorching and most importantly, she could see people. People she didn’t even see in the underworld.“Where are we?” she asked, although she already had an inkling of where they might be. She’s just too scared to acknowledge it. The familiarity of a not-so-busy street was what gave it away. She’s not in the underworld anymore.“Welcome back to the mortal world, Guinevere,” Hades said beside her and she looked at him with wide eyes.“Why? Why are we here? This isn’t the underworld.”“I know this isn’t the underworld and as for your other question, I brought you here for some sightseeing. Haven’t I told you?”“What does this have to do with

  • A Slave For The Devil   TWENTY-EIGHT

    A gasp escaped her mouth the moment she saw the black water. She doesn't know what it was and she certainly doesn't want to find out. Perhaps Hades sensed her fear and he walked beside her. Their close distance makes her stomach flutter. She looked at him and realized he was looking at the water running below. Voices—muffled and chaotic—rang in her ears and it took her a while to realize that they came from the river down below."What's...what's that?" she asked. Although she's got a feeling that she's not going to like whatever answer he has, she needs to know."The river of sorrows," he answered."Is that metaphorical or...?"Hades was silent for a moment and she could have sworn an emotion passed his face but before she could discern what it was, it was already gone."It consists of dead dreams, failures, disappointments, regret, and sorrow. When people die, they bring those with them. And it flows right here, somewhat sustaining this place. They're the ones making this river its c

  • A Slave For The Devil   TWENTY-SEVEN

    “I really don’t need this—““You haven’t seen everything, Guinevere,” he cut her off and she cleared her throat.“I don’t need to see everything. I plan on leaving…?” She glanced in his direction but he didn’t seem to be too interested in looking at her. It was weird considering that he had a different look on his face that night—She shook her head. She can’t possibly be thinking about what happened last night. Especially not now.“Just in case you change your mind and decide to stay,” he said and looked at her. “It’s important you know where the place for doom and the place for pleasure.”She cleared her throat again at the mention of pleasure and she heard Hades let out a small chuckle. “I meant art or gardening or reading—whatever you do for pleasure.”“I was thinking the exact same thing,” she said a bit defensively and gave him a look only to see him already looking at her with brows raised.“Of course,” he said and proceeded to walk. She followed him and they were out of the ca

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