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***
Lihat lebih banyakContinued: "Come on, Bee? Let me have what I want, and I promise to give it in return," he states. His voice wavers and he sways just a little. "You're high," I remark. I'm not looking for confirmation; it's as evident as the blue sky. "I'm horny," he summarises. "No," I say unsurely. No, in this life, is never met well, and now is no different. Niko stills, his whole body stiffening at that singular two-letter word that entirely stops whatever he was fishing for. It takes him time to recover, and I sit like a duck waiting for the other shoe to drop. His fingers brush my cheek, his thumb stroking my lips. My breath catches as I stare into his endless pools of deep, earthy brown eyes. "Once we marry, that word will be forbidden," he whispers. "Even then, Niko, I can say...no." "You can say it, little Bee. Doesn't mean it'll hold any weight," he smirks. "Fuck off!" I all but yell. "Shout it louder, darling. Let everyone know we're having a lovers tiff," he laughs
Bianca "Some fucking choice! Fuck, I hate you," I shout at Emma as if my words were a dagger flying through the air. I say them to harm her, intent on expelling this anger. Franko looked utterly heartbroken seeing me enter with Niko, but the ironic thing was the feelings I felt towards his upset—that was nothing but relief. At first, the prospect of having the assurance that I had a husband and my life was planned seemed attainable, but the more I got to know Franko, the more I realised he was just like his father. Dangerous. I hated that I had been promised to him and that I had a life planned out with him. I hated that we were forced to speak about our relationship, our marriage, and the children we would have. Even so, it was set, and I was accepting of it. And now? Now I have Niko. Perhaps. Maybe? What am I saying? The only route I should be concentrating on is escape. All the same, the afternoon flies through my mind. Seeing him naked, his member hanging low and to t
Continued: "Get your hands off her," Franko demands with a glare worthy of instant death. "No," I state. "Franko, please," Bianca's voice comes soft and breathy, pissing me the fuck off instantly. I fight looking at her, but I'm unsuccessful. Thankfully, she's looking to the floor, her attention very much not on him as I expected. "Ah, Franko Densel, it's lovely to see you again," Luca's thick and domineering voice comes from beside us. He and Emma joined this little altercation before it really started. "Emma, you can't allow this. There was a deal between your father and mine; Bianca belongs to me," Franko pleads, his desperation obvious and ridiculous. Turning my body away, I pretend I'm more interested in the men moving around the room, but I'm not. I want to snap the boy's neck to prevent him from ever laying eyes on Bianca again, let alone placing any part of him on her. "I'm not my father; I won't force a marriage on her," Emma replies. "You can't stop it; the
Continued: "Come on?" I call her, reaching down to rip my top up and over my head. I need a shower, too. We have an engagement to attend, so surely this can be classed as killing two birds with one stone? And we're saving on water whilst we're at it, which is always a plus when you live with so many people. "You want to wash me?" She asks me shyly, not having moved from that spot by the door. "I should have done it the moment I made you come, Bee. Now come on, we have things to do and places to be," I grate out, seedlings of doubt playing havoc on my decision-making. Should I really be doing this? Encouraging this weird dynamic, I don't understand. I've never showered with one of the girls; I usually deem it to be too intimate. Even with those thoughts, I drop my jeans and then my pants, staring at Bianca as I do. That heat from my office travels up her bare neck and into her cheeks. Her eyes are zeroed in on one place on me in particular. "Oh, god," she moans in the ba
Niko Luca is the one to have interrupted us; just as I was about to get my fucking dick wet, he knocked at my office door and put an end to whatever was transpiring between Bianca and me. My desk was absolutely wet, her thighs, top and back included with the squirting orgasm that took over her. But you know what? I didn't fucking mind, and she tasted more divine than a five-course meal at the fucking Hilton. But work called, and I had to prepare our men to protect Emma and Luca at all costs. Today, Emma swears by the Moretta name. So all morning, I've been planning the exits, the men I'll have following Emma and Luca around with precision. The ones staying in getaway cars waiting for eventualities, I hope, don't arise. I'm consumed by the prospect of needing to protect them. And that's why I find myself smoking yet-a-fucking-gain outside the front of the house. I call it stress relief, but I know my addiction is running at an all-time high right now. I need the fucking dr
Continued: I'm not sure why I do it, but I act on impulse. I walk to him without thought. As soon as I'm near, he grabs my wrist, pulling me to stand between his legs and desk. "So you were pretty angry?" he asks, though I treat the question as rhetorical. The evidence in his room was enough to prove that I was angry. "Let me teach you an outlet for that?" He drools at me with a sure smirk that triggers me. My buttocks hit the desk as he pushed me back, his hands holding onto my waist. His name falls from my mouth, a breathy mixture of wanton need and fear of what he might do and take. "Niko," I whisper in warning, though I'm not sure if it comes off that way. "It's okay, little bee. I know what you need," he croons. I'm pushed back onto the desk, my legs spread so either foot sits on his thighs. I'm vulnerable; I'm open to him. My heart races even more, my mind swamped with the unknown. He can't touch me, god he can't see the thing I keep hidden. I'm about to protes
Bianca I'm breathless, hot and fucking breathless as I cling to reality in the midst of pretend. I hadn't expected to eat dinner and exit the kitchen to find Niko had arrived home with another woman. But the moment I saw her, I wanted to beg every God that this world worships that this was make belief. That my eyes deceived me. Red hot jealously raged like an inferno inside of me. I was angry. So angry I could have murdered that girl—Andrea, with my bare fucking hands and not blinked twice. She was everything I was not. She's blonde like Emma, tall and well built, and explicitly beautiful. It's obvious she spends hours working out that I don't. Her bottom is as round as a peach, and her legs and arms are toned and defined. My gaze flicked between them, and realisation dawned on me like an elephant. I'm not his type; I couldn't be. Not if she was anything to go by. And yet, we are to be married in less than a few weeks. He accepted, and I thought perhaps I would
Continued: Andrea enters my car almost as soon as I pull up beside her apartment building. She's dressed in a long trench coat, no doubt with only underwear below, just as I like. Smiling a hello, we don't say anything as I move the car back on the road and head home, excited to finally expel this weird fucking need on a woman that knows I do the no attachment thing. Andrea's a beautiful English girl. Blonde, tall and athletic and well built for a woman and fucking good in bed. She works at the Downtown Club; everyone knows she is under my protection. All my regular girls are. Not long after we leave town, we're pulling up at the front of the house. I skip around the car, open the door for Andrea, and hold my arm out for her to take again. We remain silent, walking in contentment. We haven't said a word to one another when we walk into the house, and my instant happiness is cut fucking short. "Who the hell is she?" Bianca screams at me; just leaving the kitchen, she has the
Continued: Looking around, I see every man watching me; I'm obviously acting strangely. Usually, I do my job without emotion or prompting. But not today. Sighing, I walk over to Lionel and ask for the camera he's holding for me. Then, I turn to each of the girls. "Strip, we need to ensure you travelled unharmed," I grate out, devoid of emotion. The girls nod, standing up from their kneeled position stripping their clothing from their bodies. I start snapping pictures of each, marking the Polaroids with their names to ensure they can file with their correct files. I try not to react, god I wish I couldn't. But blondes seem to be my thing, or at least they have been for much of my life, until this morning, when I had Bianca pushed against my door after seeing her being touched by Elio. With a deepened sense of anger at not being able to control my own body around a woman, I grit my teeth and demand they feed the girls before I barge into the back. Opening the door, I put my po
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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