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

Chapter Nine

Niko

The drive home last night was anything but serene. Bianca was quiet, too subdued for what had taken place in the Moretta's kitchen, and my cock was raging, a good one unlike ever before.

Claiming her, if that's what it's called, is something I never imagined would turn me the hell on, yet there I stood in Dimitri's kitchen kissing the hell out of her only moments before that retched bastard would walk in to witness me—claiming her.

It was awfully perfect timing if you believe in fate, which I don't, but Luca does. And fates never mistreated him.

I had hoped Bianca would allow me to continue whatever that kiss was, to explore one another. But she refuted me the moment I tried to lean over in the car to kissher. Her hands pushing me away, her head turning to the side, was a sure fucking message we wouldn't be continuing that little slice of heaven I tasted. What had felt like a breakthrough was anything but, and that pissed me the hell off.

I shook my head at her, fuming with a string of Italian swear words that I rarely ever used, and then I slammed my way out of the car, not giving her a second glance back.

I hid upstairs, working out before I did some work in the study on the lower level. I avoided Bianca until I had no choice but to go to my office.

Tonight, she left the bedroom door open. A direct line of sight from my bed to my desk was my worst nightmare come true despite making a point of placing my desk at that particular angle in the past to do just that with the girls I demanded lay naked in the bed for me. There wasn't a chance in hell I would walk past the door without glancing at her, and with the raging hard-on I was suffering with, I feared for her. But Bianca wasn't in bed. Instead, just when I thought the coast was clear, she cleared her throat from my desk and sat with two of my guns on the desk before her.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, moving towards her in a rush.

"I found your stash," she shrugged nonchalantly.

"You had no right."

"I had to put my clothes away somewhere I could hang them." Her eyes raised to mine with challenge.

Yeah, her clothes. The ones I brought online in an impromptu online shopping visit because I was fed up with her borrowing clothes from Emma.

I didn't want my soon-to-be wife to look like my recently uncovered sister.

"Right. They arrived...Are they to your liking?" I ask, grabbing both of my guns. She follows their assent into my hold, looking forlorn.

"I was contemplating shooting myself," Bianca calls after me as I walk into the bedroom, headed for my closet to polish them and replace them in their cushions. I come to a halting stop, opening both barrels to find them still empty. I emptied every gun I owned the night Emma told me to find a new home for them. All the bullets remain locked away in the safe hidden behind the picture of my mother in the office.

"Why didn't you?" I ask.

"They were empty," she notes. She's closer this time. Turning, I see her standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at me. Shock consumes me, followed by rabid anger. Why would she?

"For good reason, apparently," I act like I don't care, moving off again to do as I originally intended.

"Would have been cleaner. Easier for you," she argues.

"Easier?" I question on a huff.

"You wouldn't have to marry me. I wouldn't have that guilt," she remarks.

"Guilt? What guilt do you have, Bianca?"

"Your leggy blondes," she hisses. I turn back to find her right behind me, her snarl ending on blondes.