Page 21 of Devious
I shake my head, peeling his fingers away from my skin. “Fuck you, Cayden.”
“You will, nymph. Sooner rather than later.”
He shrugs then, walks to the door, and takes one last look at me before leaving me alone once again.
I toss the food across the room, and it sticks to the wall before sliding down onto the floor. Tears wet my eyes, and I go to the bed, burying my face into the pillow. Then I pull the blanket over my head and cry.
Roselyn
It’s been three weeks since I’ve been locked up in this mansion. I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t asked the maid for the time and date.
Devious brought me my food earlier, and I’m betting that he’s waiting for the right time to fuck me, but I’m going to hold on to my virginity as long as I want to. That is one part of me I’m not giving up to him. I will not allow him to use me as his sex toy.
Nero wasn’t lying about me having a rape fantasy, but I’ll never admit it to Devious. Earlier, when the maid came inside to change the sheets and clean my room, I peeked out the door, spotted Max standing across the hall, leaning against the gray wall, and another guard standing next to my door, so I sat back on the bed, watching the maid do her job.
Sighing, I come to the conclusion it’s going to take a lot for me to earn Devious’s trust, and when I do, I’m going to escape. I don’t know how, but I am. I’m not staying in this hellhole.
Once the maid leaves my room, I step out of the shower, wrap a cotton towel around my wet body, and I stand in front of the mirror as I brush my tangled hair. I stare at myself in the mirror because this isn’t the life I envisioned for myself. I can’t take another minute locked up in this mansion, it’s torture. But I won’t give in to being his whore. I can’t give up because this is about who has all of the cards, it’s a power play. He’s trying to break me.
After I finish washing my face and brushing my teeth, I head to the bedroom, look up, and scream at the top of my lungs.
Devious leans against the oak dresser, with his arms folded across his chest, staring at me. He wears an expensive suit that fits his body, and he looks like a powerful CEO of a company, but I know the real truth. People have died at his hands. He’s a monster. He’s a beast. Beastly, that’s what I call him in my head.
I place my palms over my chest. “Beastly, you scared me!”
My cheeks flame as I look down at the hardwood floors, then back at him. I didn’t expect the nickname to slip from my lips.
His eyes zero in on my bare shoulders. “Beastly? Is that what you call me?”
I hold the towel tightly, offering him a fake smile. “In my head. You remind me of a beast.” I clear my throat.
A smile ghosts his lips as he eyes my towel. “Have you thought about what I said?”
“Me acting like your wife.”
He nods, and I inhale his expensive cologne. “No. I pick neither. You’re not taking my virginity.”
He smirks, stalks up to me, stroking the side of my cheek. “Is that a challenge?”
I shrug. “Maybe or maybe not.”
“You’re going to have to pick, Roselyn. I prefer you to act like my wife than my pet. I want to show you something.”
“I thought I couldn’t leave this room.”
“No, it doesn’t make any sense for me to keep you in this room for the rest of your life.”
He places his hand around my neck, squeezing, but not enough to cut off my airway.
“Make no mistake about this, Roselyn Marie Vitali. If you ever try to kill me again, I will kill you then bury you in a shallow grave. Don’t take my kindness for weakness. I usually don’t give second chances.”
He lets me go, and fear wraps around me like a warm blanket. I’m still going to escape him. By using his feelings against him, I’ll make him fall in love with me, and when he does, I’ll betray him. I’m going to play nice for now.
The towel falls to the floor, exposing my naked body, and he eyes me like a piece of meat. I rush to the bed, putting on my clothes. His eyes drop down to my clothing, and arousal grows in the pit of my stomach. I can’t lie, I often wonder how he would feel between my legs, but I have to remind myself that I’m his captive and I’m here to pay a debt that my father owed.
This isn’t a fairy tale where I fall in love with him, where the mafia princess gets her happy ending.
He slides his hands into his dress pants pockets, licking his lips.
