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

Chapter Twenty One

Bianca

Niko has to carry me out of the boat because the sailor refuses to dock the boat on the beach, leaving us with no choice but to climb into the shallow water to access the beach before us.

Three trips, and we're left on the sand as the boat fires up. We watch it disappear into the late-night darkness, which pulls at something deep in my soul. Silence carries us as we're essentially abandoned here on this island, and I scream internally at the unknown surrounding us.

I'm the first to move, turning to stare up at the beachside house that tops even Luca's country house.

It's grand in size, basically, all glass, as the rooms look out over the sea behind me. There is no privacy, and you can see the furnishings inside the home from here.

It's beautifully surrounded by flowers and foliage, and if it were any other day than today, I might have been just a little excited to be here in the middle of nowhere, where the world couldn't touch me.

"Did he happen to give you a key?" I ask, picking up the layers of this godforsaken dress to free my feet up to move along the sand as I sink into it with every step I take. Despite the time of night and the evening air's chill, the sand is warm beneath my feet.

"Who needs a key when you're the only one to reside on a whole island?" Niko answers me, overtaking me after bending to pick up the bags and my slippers he had taken to the beach before coming back to get me from the boat. I watch him go ahead of me, his shoes sinking into the sand like my Uggs. I can't believe he's my husband.

Groaning, he rolls his eye back at me as I step close behind him. He had expected me to jump into the water much as he had. He rolled his trousers up to his knees, took his socks and shoes off, placing them in the bags before slipping into the shallow water. Like a distressed princess,I watched from the boat as he tested the waters and delivered our things to the shore. It was then that I realised there was no way I would ruin this heap of material even if I hated everything it represented.

Smirking, I look at the bags in his hands. All high-end brands hinting at clothing worthy of someone of our social status, but I couldn't give a damn about clothing labels. Besides, we are stuck alone on this island. What good does branded clothes serve me?

Niko steps further away from me as I hold my dress up from the sand, finally finding the coolness of the tiles that lead us up to the glass front door. The handle—black in colour—feels less than welcoming but Niko tries it, and to my surprise the door opens just as he had hinted.

"No fucking key," I mutter in disbelief.

"As I said—." he begins.

"Yes. Yes,nopoint in a key when no one else resides on the island. It's not like the ocean can't bring visitors, now, can it?" I reply with attitude.

"Pretty sure the islands are not on a map, Bee. Only another mafia family would know about its existence."

"Great, so sleep with one eye open and one of your pistols attached to my palm! Got it," I hiss, becoming annoyed at the prospect that we might not be as safe as Dimitri thinks we should be.

"Bee," he calls as I dump the material around my waist, letting it pool at my feet once again. I'm sure I'm leaving sand in my wake with every step, but I don't care. A bee has well and truly gotten in my bonnet.

I'm not entirely sure what's gotten into me; I had been happier on the plane after our pleasant interaction, but now...now, I feel far too vulnerable to allow Niko to have the real me.

It must have been a momentary lapse in judgment, and I'll need to push him away harder than before to keep him at arm's length.

Storming through the open plan living, dining, and kitchen area, I barely take in my surroundings of the exquisitely detailed home as I search for somewhere to relieve my bladder.

I mount the floating steps and climb to the second floor in an attempt to take a minute to myself, but Niko does not give me much of a reprieve.

Three closed doors greet me as I take a moment of indecisiveness on the landing. Looking at the closest one, I open the black door into a large bedroom with a round bed in the middle of the room. Just to the right, along the glass windows, is a claw-foot tub begging for me to fall into warm water while looking out at the darkened sea that delivered us here.

"No way," I mutter aloud, instantly wanting to climb into the tub.

"Bee?"

"Don't ruin this; look how beautiful it is in here," I mutter back to Niko as I race across the room to the only internal door.

God, please let there be a toilet I can use to relieve myself.

Luckily, the bathroom is behind that door. The toilet looks at me with the lid up as I race over to it.

The dress skirt gets in the way, and I dance from foot to foot as I struggle with my knickers, but I eventually get there.

"Don't take that dress off," Niko chuckles with humour.

"Why?"

"I said you'd wear it until you let me have you, so you're fucking staying in it," he stipulates, taking a cigarette out of her pocket to light up as if that's an everyday request he planted on me.

I find it hard to pee as he stares at me, but my body takes over to ensure my bladder empties itself as I hover over the toilet. Trust me, it isn't very comfortable, but it needs to be done.

"I'll undress if I like. There are clothes downstairs for me now."

"Nonsense, wife. You'll stay dressed in your wedding dress until you're ready to give yourself to me. Only then will I peel that material from your every curve," he drawls. He leans against the door frame, smoke billowing from his mouth and up above him in a cloud of the forbidden.

"Stop me," I dare him. I reached around for the pull tab to undo the zip once I stood up straight, just as Anna had shown me when I put it on.

I haven't wiped, my pee dripping down the inside of my leg, but I wouldn't have been able to wipe it myself anyway.

The sound of the metal giving way as the pull tab unzips the dress was as loud as a pin dropping in a silent room.

Niko raises his brown, standing up straight before stalking towards me.

"Oh, Bee, you never know when to submit," he tells me.

A silly bubble of excitement fills me with a warm sensation as I try to dart away from Niko's advance, but he grabs me just before I slip past him.

"You wanna play?" he asks me.

"No..."

"Liar," he accuses. He's right, though. Playing this game with him is so much fun.