Claimed by the Devil

Eden had spent her entire life running.

She ran from the blood that stained her last name, from the debts her father owed, from the power-hungry men who ruled the underworld like kings with no crowns.

She thought she had escaped.

She thought she was safe.

Until the night the Devil came for her.

She never saw them coming.

One moment, she was locking her apartment door, exhausted from her double shift at the café. The next, strong hands wrapped around her body, dragging her into the darkness.

A cloth covered her mouth, and the scent of something sweet and suffocating filled her lungs.

The last thing she saw was the cold, piercing silver eyes of a man she hadn't seen in years.

Luca DeSantis.

The Devil himself.

The world faded to black.

And when she woke up-

She was his.

Eden expected pain.

Expected to wake up in a cell, bound in chains, maybe even facing a gun pressed against her head.

Instead, she woke up in silk sheets, the scent of expensive cologne and leather thick in the air.

Instead of cold stone walls, she was surrounded by warm light, luxury, comfort.

She wasn't in a prison.

She was in a gilded cage.

And when he walked in, dressed in impeccably tailored black, his eyes glinting with amusement, she knew.

This wasn't about revenge.

This wasn't about money, power, or retribution.

This was about her.

She belonged to him now.

Not as a prisoner.

Not as a woman.

As something else entirely.

Something soft. Obedient. Dependent.

Something he could mold, train, and strip of every ounce of defiance until she wasn't just his captive.

She was his baby girl.

She fought him.

She screamed, cursed, threatened him.

She swore she'd never break.

He only laughed.

Because Luca didn't need to break her all at once.

He was patient.

He fed her by hand, made her sit in his lap while she ate, tracing slow circles over her thighs, telling her she had no need for decisions or responsibilities anymore.

When she disobeyed, he bent her over his lap, his palm cracking down against her bare skin, making her arch, tremble, gasp in a way that made her hate herself.

When she tried to act strong, he only smirked, stroking her cheek and whispering how little girls didn't have to pretend to be tough.

And when she gave in to his touch, her lips parting for his, her body melting against him, her moans spilling like a confession-

That's when she knew.

She was falling.

She wasn't just his captive anymore.

She was his.

Completely.

Forever.