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

Chapter Forty Seven

Bianca

I hate to admit the days pass with blinding speed, but we fit as much sex and physical touch into them as we possibly can, and in the times between, we do a lot of talking, exploring one another and our future and how that might look upon leaving this island.

We fuck in the hot tub, on the kitchen counter, with hushed giggles at the thrill of potentially being caught, fucking against the window I can't help but stare out of when I'm standing in the bedroom. Soft sensual sex in bed, hard fucking from behind when I tease him about something, and he just can't keep his hands off of me. That has got to be my favourite, but I've not voiced that to him.

My sexual appetite has doubled, if not tripled, in such little time that I wonder where my need has arisen from. But similarly, our need to explore what one another wants to uncover itself.

As our conversations flowed seamlessly from one topic to the next, we found ourselves wrapped in a captivating exchange that lasted two days. It became increasingly clear that we both desired this marriage—or, at the very least, were curious to explore its possibilities.

Then Niko brought up the Densels, his interest particularly piqued by Don Densel. The mention of his name sent a chill down my spine, and I felt my body tense as I froze, caught off guard by the surge of emotions that flooded back.

The conversation reached its natural conclusion pretty quickly, leaving an air of unspoken tension lingering between us very soon after it began. However, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the evening enveloped the world in its calming twilight as we lay in bed, I could not continue to lie to Niko. With an almost involuntary urgency, I blurted out with closed eyes that he was the one who took my virginity as payment for helping my father. The words hung in the air, charged with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. I told him of my father's need for help and his unusual request to have me as payment. I also revealed I was promised to Franko thereafter, but I forewent telling him of the little bargain I made regarding Benji, the one that I only recently remembered because he triggered the memory.

He was silent, and it almost killed me, my heart thundering so fast that my chest hurt as much as I thought a heart attack would. But then he recovered, reassuring me with light touches and soft-spoken words. And he hasn't mentioned it since.

Honestly, I'm thankful for that. I could have lasted if he wanted every sordid detail. Then again, why would he want that image in his mind when we've seemed to create a unique magic between us that such descriptors would undoubtedly taint?

He was probably right not to ask for more details because it might well have been our undoing.

Ultimately, we found ourselves choosing to spend the bulk of our time in solitude, even with Sven's presence not far away. In that quiet space, we forged a deeper connection than before, cultivating an unspoken bond that made us crave each other's company. However, everything shifted when Niko's phone buzzed with a new message—the text we had been expecting that had instructed us to gather on the mainland by one PM today. It was a directive to meet Lucia and Dimitri, and together, we would embark on our journey home and back to reality that seemed dauntingly bleak compared to the last few days.

As I sat there, my mind wandered to Alexandra. Would she be joining us on the flight home? The mere idea of enduring her incessant chatter for an entire journey left me feeling uneasy. I could already imagine her animated and unrelenting voice filling the cabin as we soared through the clouds, unable to escape one another.

My thoughts then drifted to Niko and how the familiarity of home might alter our dynamic. Would the ease we shared during this honeymoon transform back into the more complex opposition we had previously experienced?

It would be disingenuous to say these questions didn't preoccupy me. However, Niko kept his silence, and I found myself caught in the web of my own musings, choosing not to voice my uncertainties. The air around us was thick with unspoken words, and I remained wrapped in quiet contemplation as we readied ourselves with Sven on his boat.

The journey to the mainland was tumultuous, with the ocean raging against the boat's sides as we travelled against the tide and wind, sending waves crashing with a ferocity that made my stomach churn and my head swim. I felt queasy, a wave of green washing over me as I fought against the familiar sensation of seasickness. I never did prefer boats over cars. As we finally approached land, relief flooded through me. I climbed from the boat carefully, my legs slightly unsteady, and took a moment to sit on the deck and catch my breath. Meanwhile, Sven busied himself with his tasks to dock the boat safely, a familiarity to his movements, before we all set off to seek out the Morettas.

Niko and I strolled hand in hand, a vast difference from when we arrived, and Sven was just a few steps ahead of us. We walked to the Hilton but did not enter. Instead, Niko dialed Dimitri to tell him we had arrived, yet he didn't get an answer.

He calls him again and a third time, walking me to Sven before walking off. Frowning, I stare his way as a few people mill around Sven and me.

He's punching in a text, no doubt, with how quickly his fingers float over the screen, and yet he doesn't seem to get the answer he was hoping for.

"Come," Niko waves, urging us to move. His request is urgent, so Sven and I glance at each other before moving. I dutifully follow Niko's lead, racing to his side as Sven does.

"Apparently, Lucia and Dimitri are home already. Something went down two days ago, and it's not been safe for them to come back here for us; they never called for us as they presumed we were safe on the island," Niko whispers more to Sven than to me. His words are pained, and his tone hushed.

"Then who sent you that message?"

"I don't know, man. But you need to help me get Bianca home safely," he begs.

"And how are we going to do that?" Sven asks with raised brows and crinkled eyes.

"Luca's looking into chartering a plane; until then, we need to lay low so as not to raise suspicion or reveal that we're here on the mainland. No one knows we're here yet; hiding is our best bet."

"Do you have money?" Sven counters him as we walk into the hotel lobby.

"Yes," Niko nods, but he's frowning hard.

"What?" Sven and I ask in unison.

"Applepay, it's traceable."

"May I?" I request to Niko with my hand out. Asking for his phone, which he offers up immediately without a second thought.

I downloaded an app for my father's bank. My father isn't around anymore to care that I'm using his precious money.

After Niko inputs his app code, things move swiftly. I enter my father's credentials and download his card for Niko's Apple Pay.

"Use that," I tell him. He looks at the name on the card but says no more despite seeing his surprise.

As we approach the counter, my heart constricts at the lack of conversation. Niko checks us in for one night, but I hear nothing he says as my mind races back to what Alexandra told us.

She said as soon as we stepped foot off the island, we'd never seen one another again.

Was she warning us or threatening us?

Am I going to lose Niko so soon after accepting him?