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

Chapter Ten

Bianca

Niko was pissed at me yesterday evening. I don't know what I was thinking whilst packing away my clothes. One minute, I was looking at the skimpy garments, thinking how typical of a man he was, and the next, I was trying that one particular red piece on.

I love red.

Not only because it suits my skin tone but because it's the colour of my blood.

Who doesn't love blood?

So there I was, dressed in this lingerie that he obviously brought because he wanted me to dress up in it for him, and I stared at myself long enough to pique my ego, who absolutely fucking hates me.

Dirty skank, she had called me.Should put an end to your sorry existence now and for good,she had continued.

And guess where I fucking was? Yeah, in his closet with all his guns.

I stood, feeling the silky babydoll skim my thighs, and I picked the two best-looking guns. I pointed the first at my head, releasing the safety before pulling the trigger without a second thought.

I'll be fucking damned, it wasn't loaded.

It's alright, I had thought, picking up the second. Aiming at my head, I pulled that trigger too. But guess what? Yeah,notloaded either. So I waited for Niko, intent on blaming him for my failure of trying to kill myself there in his closet.

It was all his fault, and he needed to know it. So I sat with both guns at his desk for hours, waiting for him to come, not allowing myself to move or feel bored. I just kept playing my failure over and over again until I wound myself so tight in a ball of angry nerves that I sat there crying silently.

When he did arrive, my plan flew out the window.

His nostrils flared the moment he saw me, and then his eyes widened with fear as he looked from me to the guns. I could see the physical relief that he felt knowing he had emptied the firearms. And it was at that moment I realised he...felt something for me.

So yes, he was pissed as fucking hell with me, but I only made it worse when he tried to kiss me, and I refuted him with the very word he had a displeasure for; he stormed away, leaving me feeling...bereft.

This morning, he's no longer pissed, more so needy and unsure of me. And that's how we found ourselves going against one another as opponents. I've avoided him as long as I could, but there were only so many men he'd allow to touch me before he marched my way and stood before me.

He's beaten me three times already, yet he restarts the moment I stand back up, not allowing me a moment to recover from the last attempt to come out on top. It's clear he's intent on making a show of me before all these men he calls his brothers.

"Good morning."

"Morning."

"Emma."

"It's lovely to see you again, Mrs Moretta."

Each man's hushed greeting of Emma has my back straightening instantly. Yet I never turn to greet my sister, but knowing she's there behind us gives me a strength I've been lacking this morning. It is more like she goads my alter self to wake up and enter the fight. I get Niko on the floor, and I wrap my thighs around his neck. Incidentally, his mouth isagainst my labia, and his hot breath travels through the cotton of the workout leggings he brought me.

"What are you doing?" Emma's voice makes us both jump. I let go of Niko, knowing I shouldn't have had him so close to where he was angry he didn't get to sample last night.