{WARNING: THIS BOOK IS HIGHLY SMUTTY}

"Run, little bird."

His voice is a whisper of sin and smoke, curling around my body like chains I cannot break.

I should run. I should fight.

But I don’t.

Because he’s already caught me.

A rough hand grips my throat, tilting my chin up—forcing me to meet his eyes. Red. Burning. Ravenous.

"You can try to escape, little wife," he murmurs, his breath hot against my lips. "But we both know how this ends."

I am his.

Bound to the Devil. Trapped in his Hell.

Luciel—King of the Underworld. Predator in human skin. A monster with a smile that undoes me, ruins me, devours me.

Every whisper is a command.
Every touch is a punishment.
Every kiss is a slow death.

And the worst part?

I want more.

His fingers trail down my spine, lower, lower—until I’m arching, trembling, drowning.

"Look at you," he taunts, lips ghosting over my pulse. "So desperate for the monster you fear."

I should hate him.

I should fight harder.

But then his lips brush my ear, and he chuckles—low, dark, merciless, making me give in to his darkhold.

"Good girl."

I don't even know where to start because, honestly, this message has been sitting in my heart for a while now. I keep thinking about how lucky I am to have all of you here, reading, commenting, supporting Bound to the Devil: In His Hell. Every time I see a new comment, a theory, a reaction—even just the silent numbers ticking up—I feel this huge wave of gratitude.


But today, I want to talk to you, not as "the author," but as a friend who truly cares about what you think.


This chapter is temporary, but I'm leaving it here because I need you. 


Yes, you reading this right now. I want to hear your voice, your thoughts, your unfiltered feelings about this book.


Be honest with me. What do you love? What keeps you coming back? 


Are there moments that made you sit up, yell, or even throw your phone (I take full responsibility for any emotional damage!)? 


Chapter 32 - Authors Message♡