Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book 2

Chapter Eight

Bianca

"Some fucking choice! Fuck, I hate you," I shout at Emma as if my words were a dagger flying through the air. I say them to harm her, intent on expelling this anger. Franko looked utterly heartbroken seeing me enter with Niko, but the ironic thing was the feelings I felt towards his upset—that was nothing but relief.

At first, the prospect of having the assurance that I had a husband and my life was planned seemed attainable, but the more I got to know Franko, the more I realised he was just like his father.

Dangerous.

I hated that I had been promised to him and that I had a life planned out with him. I hated that we were forced to speak about our relationship, our marriage, and the children we would have.

Even so, it was set, and I was accepting of it.

And now? Now I have Niko. Perhaps. Maybe?

What am I saying? The only route I should be concentrating on is escape.

All the same, the afternoon flies through my mind. Seeing him naked, his member hanging low and to the right. A row of four piercings along the top of his shaft making a ladder look with the metal balls sticking out of his skin on either side.

I've never seen anything like it, and honestly, it wasn't very comforting to look at knowing where he probably envisioned placing it.

Fanning my face, I try to cool down my rapidly heating cheeks. Niko's a god, well-built and fucking sexy and no doubt the main star in any dreams I have from here on out.

The kitchen door creaks, alerting me to someone's presence. As if my thoughts summoned him, there Niko stands.

He says nothing as he enters the kitchen, his hands in his suit trouser pockets. He leans opposite me, staring unwaveringly as if trying to gauge who I am. It's nerve-wracking to watch, to be the centre of that kind of attention.

"Hungry?" Niko's voice floats around the kitchen as I stuff my face with the food I found in the fridge.

"Go away!" I note.

"Come on, Bee, give me something positive to remember this night by," he grins with a lopsided grin. He seems playful; it's intriguing.

"You won your little pissing contest; congratulations..."

"You wound me, Bee."

"You wound yourself," I shake my head in disagreement.

"Touche," he smirked, probably knowing full well he was playing games.

"You gonna pretend you didn't hear any of that?" I boldly ask, thinking over the things I said to Emma. Of what she said to me.

"Don't have a clue what you're talking about," he lies, taking one of his death sticks to cover up the lie.

"Yeah, okay," I laugh because seriously, who the fuck does he think he's fooling.

"It's time to go, Bee."

I snuff my laughter, rolling my eyes at his feet, instantly feeling the need to rebuke him. I don't like being told what to do, especially not by him.

"So soon?" I ask contritely.

"So soon," he nods, shifting from one foot to the other. I should have ignored him, but I didn't. Deciding to make good on my promise to Emma to behave here tonight, I jump down from the counter.

He laughs, walking towards me with a hand outstretched, obviously ready to guide me out of the room. My hackles stand to attention, and I rebel.

"What?!" I snap, hoping he rethinks telling me to move.