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

Chapter Eighteen

Niko

Bianca sits across from me as we taxi down the runway to take off for this impromptu honeymoon I hadn't expected to take. She looks worn and tired, yet she lounges back in her wedding dress so unladylike that I can't imagine doing anything but spend this time looking and appreciating the vision before me. She's comfortable even if she should be anxious and wary.

I was swept up in my own emotions, so I brooded opposite her, remaining stoic and quiet as I assessed Bianca in her calm state. She is beautiful and breathtaking. I'm honoured to have stood up there beside her, making vows to remain beside her for the rest of our lives.

I hadn't expected to feel so overwhelmingly possessive of her, and I hadn't expected to lose my shit the moment Franko goaded me to get that exact reaction.

She didn't want to marry, andthat much is evident, but does shetrulydislike being with me? And does she want to be with a man like Franko, who obviously favours his father's tendency to treat women like utter shit?

I observe her quietly, noting that she is looking out the window as the tarmac gives way to a blue sky and clouds. She's avoiding my gaze, which is my own fault.

What the fuck was I thinking, laying her back in the car like that, talking like an utter dickhead because she isn't a virgin?

Yeah, the thought of having her first was a turn-on, but I'm not chasing her virginity; I'm chasing the girl hidden deep inside the thick skin she's grown to protect herself with.

Sighing, I reach for her dress, flipping the material to uncover her feet, reaching for both to pull into my lap. A chuckle bubbles like boiling sugar out of my throat when I notice just what she's wearing on her feet.

"Isn't it customary to wear white heels to your wedding?" I ask joyously; my cock grows steadily at the Ugg-covered feet that greet me.

"I don't like heels and don't expect the expected. I'll disappoint you at every opportunity," she snarls unhappily.

"I like the Uggs," I confirm. "I like that you don't take everyone else's typical path, Bee." And I'm not lying. Knowing she had these hidden underneath this magnificent dress whilst no one was any wiser has me feeling all sorts of adoration towards her.

"Could have fooled me," she snaps.

I remain quiet, assessing her once more—enjoying her ruffled feathers that seem to stem from my humour.

Her eyes dart around the aircraft, pointedly on the door holding us safely inside.

She's searching for an escape, even twenty-odd thousand feet in the air.I wonder, would she risk her lifejustto taste freedom?

I would...

With that, I have to acknowledge that the opportunity for her to run is quickly approaching, and I'm left wondering whether I should prevent it or facilitate it—that would be the kindest thing, even if not the cleverest idea.

We're stopping over in Europe. She could leave then, running for the hills almost as soon as the door opened. I could pretend I was asleep or distracted while she was out of sight. She could sell her rings and live a comfortable life out of the eye of the Mafia. There are people I know who could help her. There are favours I could pull to ensure her safety for the foreseeable future.

I could even take her somewhere safe myself, claiming something happened and making it look like tragedy struck at the most inopportune time. I could attempt to deceive the deceiver, but I can't imagine allowing that to happen. I can't see myself letting her go, even though I know I should.