Fate has entwined the lives of Bianca and Niko through a reluctant, forced marriage, thrusting her into a world she never imagined. As she navigates the complexities of her new life, Bianca feels herself gradually succumbing to the enigmatic devil she is bound to call her husband. Niko, has magnetic presence and piercing gaze, possesses a rare ability to dismantle her carefully constructed defenses, awakening within her a whirlwind of emotions she never knew existed. In this tumultuous sea of conflicting feelings, Bianca is left to ponder a haunting question: what does one do when escape feels impossible, and she finds herself hopelessly in love with a man whose very essence is shrouded in danger, offering no assurance of her safety? ***THIS IS BOOK TWO IN THE DEVIL'S SNARE SERIES*** ***Book One is : His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil's Snare - Book One***
View MoreContinued: If I can't leave Niko, I may decide to live alongside him. I'm tired, mentally, of course, of fighting him at every opportunity. So very tired. I just want to have one person, just one, to be in my corner. Is that so bad? Am I an awful human being for wishing for the bare minimum in this life where most women get sold as scraps of meat for their orifices? My feet slap on the hardwood of the stairs as I descend them; I instantly have Niko's attention. I feel his gaze bore into my skin, warming and chilling simultaneously. I could walk up to the kitchen counter and bask in his presence, but I walked past him, heading out into the garden. He stares after me, the glass walls giving him a perfect view of me walking away from him. I sway my hips, and I smile secretly to myself. I've always been able to catch men's attention, but only once did I feel the need to keep it. "Shit. Ow!" Niko hisses from the house as I climb up and into the hot tub; one leg is already
Bianca Sven's inquisitive eyes and calculating stare kept me on edge throughout our journey around the island and back to the beach that houses Dimitri's home. I couldn't shake the burning sensation left by his gaze, nor could I stop the anxiety that overwhelmed me at his company. I should have appreciated the surroundings and been in awe of their magnificence, but all I could do was dwell on the troubling futures that loomed in my mind. Visions of Sven drawing a gun from his waistband and aiming it at the back of our heads before pulling the trigger on our lives made me uncomfortable. Yet, the most surreal aspect was the intense urge to protect Niko that emerged in my thoughts. Something is changing within me, and I'm uncertain about what is driving this new direction in my needs. It feels as though my concerns for my own freedom are diminishing—and they shouldn't be. Niko had dropped me at the house door, stipulating that I should go in while he dealt with Sven alone. I
Niko The afternoon was mostly uneventful. When we had enough of hiding out under the waterfall, we emerged through the water and swam up to the boat to find Sven awaiting us on tenterhooks. Playing in the water, I managed to get Bianca to laugh freely, and I spent a good hour or two showing her the underwater life swimming of their own free will. Surprisingly, she's a good swimmer and breath holder. Moreover, she allowed me to hold her hand, albeit underwater, to enable me to lead her around the little marine cove we found ourselves in. Luckily, we found a cuttlefish and an octopus that was more than friendly, suctioning onto my arm as he explored us before moving off. We even noticed a pod of dolphins playing around offshore. The sun was quickly descending in the—wrong direction—sky, and I knew we hadn't much time to ensure we travelled around the island back to shore where we could enjoy our own company again. So I encouraged Bee back to the boat, where I asked Sven to stay cl
Continued: He searches my face with dilated eyes that seemingly reach deep within my soul. He has my body moving towards his, and that brings a smirk to his face. The next few moments have me suspended in shock and horror. Niko leans down, cupping my face in absolute silence. His lips pucker, and despite my mind screaming to scramble, I do not move. I allow him to descend, to kiss me much as I have allowed him to do many times at home. What's worse is that I kiss him back, mould my lips to his, and move as he does, creating a kiss like nothing I've ever experienced before. The pull of need from deep within me dictates my movements, and slowly, that voice that despises the kiss quietens down to insignificance. I couldn't tell you how long we kiss, but it's long enough for my hands to roam Niko's body, to find their way down his waist and to settle on his buttocks. One of my legs is hooked over his, and I'm crushing his body to mine as much as he holds me to his. His finger
Bianca Silence follows our swim as I climb onto the small ledge, which doesn't give much room to wiggle. Despite being underneath the rock and behind the water, it's surprisingly hot under here. In a matter of ten or so minutes, I dry off as I sit cross-legged whilst trying not to breathe too heavily for fear I might touch Niko in any way that encourages him to believe I want anything more than to sit here beside him in this silence. It's the truth, but I don't need him knowing that just yet; after all, he has been more hands-on today, cradling my waist under the water as I disassociated while looking at the waterfall. He allows the silence to carry around the makeshift cave for a while, and we both sit in stoic silence. I follow the birds flying through a small opening in the falling water. I don't know what type of bird they are, but they are dancing around one another as if courting each other. It's fascinating to watch, and for a moment, I lose myself in a strange nee
Continued: "You got your hands full with that one. But fanculo, her body is fine," Sven laughs throatily, as if we are two friends vying for the same girl. "I have my knife, Sven. One slit and your pathetic excuse for a life would be gone. You mean nothing to me. The ocean would conceal your death, and I'd move on as if your murder never happened." "Your life would be toast," he warns, but I can hear his scepticism. He fears me and my abilities, which is good—very good. Life's easier when you are feared over laughed at, and he'd do well to remain on my good side, for I have enough dirt on him to ruin his life for good. "Keep your eyes off my wife; no one gets to look at her except for me. Station here until we're done exploring the island." "I'm not your slave." "You are today," I state with a cheeky smirk before jumping into the ocean, unwilling to give him more of my time when Bianca seems to have forgotten her bad mood entirely. Breaking the ice-cold water, I swim
Niko I keep Bianca close as we walk outside of the house. We travel towards the beach in silence, where a boat, dissimilar to the one last night, is on the sand for us. A man, indeed, does await us, as Dimitri suggested in his handwritten note. He's standing in the water, barefoot and relaxed. He's not native to the islands, and I know exactly who he is. He's one of Dimitri's men, one I've had the displeasure to have worked alongside since the day I pledged my services to Dimitri because of my desire to keep my father very much alive. The funny thing is that I've completed many tasks for Dimitri alongside this man under Luca's nose—an achievement I hate. "Ah, if it isn't the unhappy couple," Sven greets us with a snarl. He's an outsider, in all honesty, one who resides in Tuscany to be the ears and eyes for Dimitri in his homeland and, by extension, for Luca. Not that Luca works with this bastard very often. "Correction, Sven. Happy. Very fucking happy," I hiss with ann
Continued: "Breakfast?" Niko calls from behind me. He's just mounted the first step, walking down without so much as looking at me. Each muscle around his torso contracts with his movements, making me swallow loudly, hating my body's reaction to him. "I'm sorry," I call after him as I trail behind in a hurry. He chuckles but doesn't say anything further as he turns back to give me a reassuring smile. We both walk into the kitchen and find already plated food lying on the countertop. My stomach drops as anxiety overtakes me. "I thought you said we were the only ones on the island?" I whisper. "We are; there's only one house," he replies so very quietly that my gut churns even more. Is there danger lurking if he sees the need to be quieter than I was? We can't hide; the walls are all made of glass, for fucks sake. "Perhaps Dimitri had this sent for us?" I watch him walk to the plates, reaching down to the counter to pick up a folded piece of paper. He reads it as I gathe
Bianca The bed feels foreign and lonely. The sheets are harsh andcool, yet contemplating asking Niko to join me to make me feel less lonely after the last few hours of tenderness between us feels like a far-fetched fantasy that's most definitely not reachable. So I persevere, replaying today over in my mind on fast forward as I agonise over every interaction I have had, said and done. I should have told him about my virginity and who took it. I should have run. I shouldn't have kissed him. I should let him in... Arguing with myself seems pointless, yet I keep coming to the same conclusions. I toss and turn and sigh into the silent, dark room, puffing the pillow because, despite its depth, I still sink into it. The bed faces the window, looking out over the ocean, which is a huge blockade between this island and the freedom I could have had if not for giving up a perfectly presented chance for him, for Niko. I don't know why he has me so loyal to him. It's not lik
Author Note: The beginning of Submitting To The Devil prefaces the end of the previous book, His Pretty Little Liar. Niko and Bianca's story begins in Luca's office, where Dimitri reveals that the pair must marry. This means there will be a slight overlap in storylines at the beginning of the book. Niko The drive home has been somewhat quiet. We've just left Rossi's home, where Emma made her claim on her father's men. I wasn't too pleased to know she did that with the intent of leading, but even Luca knelt on bended knee to show his respect for her. Luca's behaviour of late has been erratic. He's not the man I once thought he was, but then again, I see a new him paving his way outside of his mind, and I'm unsure whether to worship the changes he's making for my sister or hate him for being less of the person I learned to fight alongside. Exiting the cars in silence, Emma climbs the steps towards the house. But Dimitri calls for her, demanding she take him to Luca's office. ...
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