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

Chapter Thirty Three

Bianca

I knew the moment I woke, I'd be walking into something I didn't care to be part of, but equally, I knew that I had no choice in the matter if Dimitri deemed it so.

His voice floated upstairs, not loud enough to decipher everything that was said between him and Niko but audibly sufficient to know his tone was condescending and simultaneously authoritative. So I dithered, sitting on the top step close enough to hear them talk yet hidden enough that neither heard nor saw me.

Niko was essentially being summoned, and I could tell he wasn't happy about it.

Even so, I sat there for a long while as they spoke about this job to remain hidden and out of the limelight until things slowly turned in my direction. It's as if I knew I would be the topic of conversation. I was nervous then; Dimitri knew skeletons I wanted to remain hidden, so I couldn't damn well stay hidden.

I moved down the stairs as Niko opposed Dimitri's choice to keep Luca in this life with the one-track mind, which was mostly likely beaten into him. I should know. That's how my father's last few months of life with me were, and before that, he treated Emma exactly the same.

My foot drops from the bottom step onto the cold tile just as Dimitri stands with his fist raised; Niko, having already known on some level, he pushed enough buttons because his eyes are closed, and he leans against the counter in a somewhat accepting pose. But I can't let that happen after the last few days of happiness he's given me. So I make enough noise to reveal I'm here, slapping my feet with exaggeration on the tile. It works; Dimitri stops his advance on Niko to turn my way. His hand fell almost instantly.

"Well, good afternoon, Principessa."

"Dimitri," I greet him shyly, moving to Niko to show we now have a united front. It might be a wrong move, but considering he wants me to work beside Niko to help this girl, is it preferable that we work well together?

By the looks of it, I made the right choice because a split-eating grin covered his usual scowl, and he moved his attention from me to Niko before speaking.

"I'll send through the coordinates later today."

"We'll be ready," Niko agrees quietly. 

The silence stretches between the three of us as Dimitri looks back and forth with the same grin that hasn't left his face since moments ago; then, he shakes his head, chuckling aloud before turning away from us only to walk in the same direction.

"Good morning," Niko turns me to him while holding onto my waist. Hoisting me up, he places me on the kitchen counter, settling between my legs right as he had done yesterday as he fucked me for breakfast.

"Good morning; what was that all about?" I ask, despite knowing precisely what is expected of him, of us.

I could lie and say I didn't want him to know I was listening in on their conversation, but the real truth is, I'm still pushing to see if I can trust him, and it turns out I can.

"I have a job. He wants me to go to the mainland to intercept a girl before she's handed over to the wrong hands. He wants you to help me, actually."

"Oh," I say, staring behind him more out of confusion that he told me than hiding it. "He does?"

"Apparently, she might need persuasion or something," he nods.

"I can't believe he wants me to help you," I frown, stroking his torso from bottom to top before I lean forward to kiss his peck.

"I usually work alone; working with you might be less lonely."

"I'd love to work with you, Niko..."

"Oh, I'd like to—," whatever he was going to say is cut short by the loud ping of a phone. It makes me jump, and for a moment, I'm totally upset. I had revelled in Niko's sole attention, but now, he has access to the outside world once again. Does that mean I'll lose him to the outside world so soon after connecting with him so deeply?

"Ignore that," he whispers against my ear.

His hands roam my sides, dipping below his shirt that I had chosen to steal once again. I giggle, and he smirks. His fingertips rub circles against my hip as he presses his groin forward in an expression of what he wants.

"Lascia che ti ami." Let me love you, he requests eagerly.

I lay back on my arms, widening my legs enough to show him my acceptance as he strokes his cock through his swim shorts. 

I watch mesmerised; wanton need rushing through me in waves of ecstasy.

The tip of his cock presses inside me, each metal ball rubbing in exactly the right places as he painstakingly moves without hesitation.

"Shall I rail you?" He questions with a smirk.

"You said I should give up this side of me whenever you want it. However, you want it," I hush his way.

"I want it hard, fast, Bee."

"Then that's what you'll get."

He pulls out of me, leaving me feeling bereft because the feeling of having him connected to me in such a way, the extension of himself entering me, claiming me, remaining in me, has quickly become a source of comfort for me, yet I have no time to dwell on such feelings of loss.

He flips me over, lays my chest down on the counter and lines himself up to thrust very swiftly and carefully inside me.

Clamping around him, I almost tip right over the edge into an orgasm that promises to take my breath and my memory with it.

But he stills deep inside me, fisting my hair to pull my head back to him at an angle that feels foreign.

"Mine," he tells me before kissing me awkwardly. 

"I'm yours," I agree softly.

Smiling like I've never seen before, he lets go of my hair only to place his hand lightly around my throat. His other hand holds onto my waist, and he begins to fuck me. 

It's not slow and sensual; it's a ritual of claiming my body with his cock, holding me in my place before him as a toy for his own personal use.

He uses me to chase a pleasure he seems to need in abundance, and yet I build right there alongside him as he claims me in such a way.

"Are you going to milk me?" He asks as my walls start to quiver around him. 

"Yes—," I sigh.

"I want you to accept all of me. I want to leave my cum right there at the entrance to your womb, Bee. I want you to keep it there all day, a reminder that you're mine, that a part of me lives inside you, claiming you unbeknownst to anyone." 

"I want that too," I whisper back fervently.

It's almost as if my words are his undoing. His fingers flex around my throat, and he roars through clenched teeth as his cock spasms inside me, the warmth of his cum coating my insides, bringing on my own pleasure. 

"Fuck, that's right, Bee. Fucking take it all," he exclaims.

"I want all of it. Every last drop," I tell him without hesitation.