Page 33 of Devious
“I asked you a question, Mrs. Vitali. Last warning.”
Fear wraps around me like a tight rubber band, squeezing the life out of me, and I rock on the back of my heels.
“I called my papa,” I admit. “How did you know?”
He points to his digital watch on his right wrist. “My watch is connected to my phone, and I heard your conversation with him.” He stands up, and I take a step back until my back slams into the hard wall.
“Bend over on the bed,” he says.
There is no use in fighting him or trying to argue with him. I disobeyed him. He didn’t tell me how I should behave at the restaurant, but he did tell me not to use the phone. I do what he says, lying on my stomach, waiting for him to hit me. I feel the first slap of his hand across my ass, and tears sting my eyes so I bite down on my lip. It felt so good, and I want him to spank me again. I don’t know why I like him hurting me that way, and I feel my cheeks heating because I shouldn’t want this from the man I hate.
Each slap after the first one, I moan louder and louder. He sits me on his lap and I pull down my dress, trying to get up, but he keeps me in place. He pulls my panties to the side and slips his fingers between my folds, and he slides inside of me, stretching me.
“You’re soaking wet, nymph.” He removes his fingers and licks them. “You’re turned on by pain.”
“No,” I say too fast as my cheeks burn.
“When I take your virginity, it’s going to be when you least expect it.”
“That’s the only thing you’re interested in, my virginity. You will never have it.”
I’m not going to have sex with Devious, and I’m afraid that if I do give my virginity to him, he’s going to discard me like old shoes. He wants me to be his whore, and I’m not signing up for it.
He strokes my face and chuckles. “That’s not the only thing I’m interested in.”
“Sure.” I get up from his lap. “I’m going to bed.”
Devious
Ihave been planning to attack Cashel for the longest time. My IT guy was able to hack into Leon’s phone and get the location of Cashel. I’m going to make this bastard beg for his life. Four days go by, and I change into my all-black suit and boots. I stride to my secret weapon room, which is hidden at the back of my library, grab two handguns and a knife, and place them in my holster.
When I’m in the car, I call up Damien and tell him to gather up ten soldiers in case a big showdown takes places.
I can’t get Shelby’s dead face out of my mind. The way she was riding his dick as her tits bounced up and down, how he kissed her neck and she stared at him like she used to look at me with such love and want. My mouth goes dry, and sweat blankets my forehead. I bang my fist on the side of the door, and King glances at me through the rearview mirror.
“Is everything all right, sir?”
“Yeah.”
He nods, and his eyes veer to the road.
“I’m sorry, Devious. But I don’t love you anymore.”
Her words ring in my ear. She told me she didn’t love me a few minutes before her death.
I was too blinded by love to see she didn’t want me. To see I was suffocating her, squeezing the life out of her. Despite all of this, I still care for her and I moved on with my life. It’s the nightmares that keeps coming back. Roselyn has been on my mind lately, and I’ve been watching her sleep through the camera in her room. I want this woman and if she thinks I’m not going to take her virginity then she’s more naïve than I thought. I can’t stop thinking about her. Every day I get a full report on her from the staff. I know she wants her freedom, but she has to earn that from me. I can’t wait to have her down on her knees, with her lips wrapped around the head of my dick.
King parks the car across the street from Cashel’s house. The SUV pulls up next to me, and Max and a few other soldiers get out of the vehicle. I follow suit as I take out my gun and place a silencer on the tip.
Slowly, we walk up the run-down porch with cracks in the center. The oakwood house is wilting, and the bottom of the building appears to be eaten by termites. I remember this house. When we were teenagers, Cashel used to bring his girls here to fuck them. This house belonged to his nonno on his mother’s side.
“I need everyone to be alert, and when I say attack, you attack. Leave no one alive unless it’s a child,” I order.
Damien steps in front of me, and two other soldiers stand behind me. Once we make it to the front door, Damien kicks the door in. Liam, Cashel’s younger brother, aims his gun at us along with his soldiers. Disappointment yields in my chest. Gunshots fire, and Liam jumps out of the way, hiding behind a bedroom door. His soldiers’ bodies hit the floor one by one. The place is painted in blood like a scene straight out of a horror film. I aim my gun at his head.
“Come out with your hands up, Liam. Your soldiers are dead,” I demand.
He tosses his gun to the carpet, making athudsound, then places his hand on the back of his head, falling to his knees.
