HIS DUNGEON

BRANDON- An emperor of darkness. A living nightmare in the flesh. He isn't a man, he's a curse carved ito the bones of the world. He's ASMODEUS, king of every foul, dark creature to ever crawl from the depth of the underworld. Cold. Merciless. Arrogant. For ten thousand years, his throne stood unshaken, his heart a graveyard. His one true mate- a half-human, half-witch was savagely slaughtered, ripped from his arms. Since then, love has been his curse... a word he buried beneath blood and wrath.

Until she walked in

Ashley- A vision of sin wrapped in flesh. She is temptation incarnate. Her voice, a whisper that can command demons. Her touch, a cage made of silk and steel. She didn't beg. She didn't flinch. She looked into the eyes of the devil and smirked. She is his DUNGEON- the only soul capable of binding a monster like him. She didn't just enter his life... she collided with his damnation.

And Brandon himself fell.

I looked at her, that flawless fucking skin glistening under the rays of light, and i didn't think- i wanted her.How about i bend you over and fuck you so hard your legs forget how to move?

She turned to me, slowly, with a smirk. That sly fucking smirk? it made my cock twitch.

"Is that so, Your majesty?" she taunted, biting her lip. "Why don't we test that threat?

That was it. i growled, low and deadly, and slammed her against the table, one hand gripping her throat, the other yanking her panties aside with a single tear.

"Test? No, baby:, i whispered against her ear, tongue tracing her skin. "You're about to become my fucking proof."

Two fingers slid in, deep and slow. She moaned, head thrown back.

"Fuck, you're soaked already...You wanted this, didn't you?

"So fucking bad," she gasped

"Good," i growled."Because i'm not stopping till your pretty pussy's ruined- and your soul knows who owns it."