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

Chapter Thirty Two

Niko

We've spent the last two days exhausting ourselves whilst getting to know one another on this new, deeper level that I was second guessing if we would ever get to experience. Even so, I still have a few places I'd like to fuck her before we go home, whenever that may be.

The very next morning, in the early hours of the morning, Sven turned up when I was taking a moment to stare out of the window Bianca seemingly loved to daydream in front of. The boat was a spec of darkness moving on the sea at first, but as he neared closer and the sun rose, I could figure out quite quickly that he indeed returned to help us explore the island as promised the night before.

Leaving him waiting on the beach, I let Bianca sleep while I readied food for the pair of us. I prepared a platter of fruit for breakfast that I took back upstairs only after I filled a conveniently placed picnic basket in the kitchen cupboard with an array of antipasti we could enjoy.

I planned to take her back to the waterfall, seeing it as a do-over, ensuring we changed the trajectory of the bleak and boring memories from the day before. I think I was successful, fucking her out of sight of Sven, in the ocean, and on the ledge that she tried her damnest not to touch me on the day before.

We also hiked some yesterday, her appetite for sex becoming insatiable as she all but demanded I fuck her against a tree. Of course, I was more than happy to do just that out there where the forest witnessed it all.

I've seen a whole other side to Bianca that I hadn't dared to imagine existed, and it's one that, if I nurture, I might well find my match sexually.

But my gut churns tonight despite a few days of bliss that aligns with newly married life. Bianca lays on my chest, sleeping, and I find myself awake in the dead of night as the moon lies still on the horizon before me.

Her soft breathing keeps me calm despite my gut telling me something bad might come. I'm sure it's just the nerves of being left here without communication with the outside world—except for Sven, of course—but he doesn't give much away when I try to dig. This is the longest I've gone without contact from anyone.

I should be enjoying the goddamned break I've most definitely earned, but in this life, a break means brewing danger. So, with every day we tick off being here and not at home, a sense of dread fills me.

Breakfast brings that dread to a head when I decide to surface from bed to make Bianca breakfast, as she remains sleeping in her exhausted state.

I notice him as soon as I dismount the very top step, yet I do not stop descending the stairs in a normal gait. I cannot let him see my discomfort.

Dimitri sits at the kitchen counter, a smile on his lips as if he senses me somehow. I remain quiet, holding my breath as I walk up behind him. I can tell he's drinking coffee from the smell of the roasted beans in the machine.

"It's late," he notes. "I take it that staying up all night familiarising yourself with your wife takes all your energy."

"I'm sure you remember those days well, Dimitri. What are you doing here?"

"In my own home, you mean?" He fires back at me with evident disdain.

"On this supposable honeymoon you thrust upon us, I mean."

"I have a job for you. It can't wait," he shrugs one shoulder as if I should have expected this. Deep down, I have to acknowledge I did, and perhaps he's been sitting here since those very early hours of the morning when I woke up with dread so apparent it kept me awake.

I still remain behind him, and he hasn't moved except to bring his cup up from the counter to his mouth and back down again. He could be talking to anyone, on the phone, or talking to himself, but he hasn't so much as greeted me or acknowledged me.