Me And The Devil

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ISABELLA'S POV.

I groaned, wincing from pain as my body crashed with the harshness of the cold tiles beneath me, the duvet falling loose of my body as I struggled to wrap it back tight.

“Good,  I hope you are uncomfortable.”  Luca murmured, his bloodshot eyes bored into mine; he was pissed as hell.

He tossed me a faint fabric of pyjamas of his?… I couldn't tell, but it was just as big and soft; it could have been his.

He stormed into the bathroom, granting me sparsely nine seconds to wriggle into the clothes he provided; the fabric was so soft it brushed against my nipple with each move I made, hardening my tits as pebbles.

“You'll stay here until you submit to me. You are mine, Isabella, and you have to get your act together. It would be better for you.” He snapped the words icy, sharp, and menacing. 

I swallowed a lump in my throat , fuck this,

I wasn't weak, maybe my father had screwes things up for us, but I was a trained one, so why the fuck would I let the bloody bastard make a joke of me? 

“Bastard! This is nothing but a cage….. A gilded cage, you can't force me into submission.” I snapped, he rolled his eyes, ignoring my word as though they had no effect on him.

“You know isabella.” He slurred  out, his eyes on me as he proceeded to pull off his  tie, and then his shirt, leaving his upper body bare for me to see, I saw it now.

Scars, marks… knife scars, bullet scars cuts, his body… it had maps of bruises all over, but that didn’t make him less attractive.

Damn! This man haad packed eight  fucking abs, he was ripped, hot!  sexy!.

I snapped out of the thoughts, his eyes had twitched and he passed me a wink, he had caught me staring, but I tried to stand unrelenting.

“I'm beginning to think you are all bark and no bite. You hate me, but there you are, letting go of every chance you see..I'm beginning to think, you were never a threat to me in the first instance. You seem like a joke right now.”

That was it,

He mocked me, he weakened me, I had played at his games for far too long, 

My gaze ran across the room in haste, there it was… a letter opener, its knife seated idly by the lamp stand, I reached for it pushed toward him, my fingers trailing the sharp blade across his belly, and over to his belly button.

“You sure you want that now?... If I bark loud enough… I could seem dangerous.” I whispered, my voice low, my hands still holding the knife pointed against his belly.

His jaw ticked, an amazed glint in his eyes, a mischievous smile curved on his lips as he glanced down at me, he bit into his cheeks and slowly ran his tongue over his teeth.

“Go on…Do it.  Show me you've got some guts more fire than that spineless father of yours.” His words struck a nerve. An unwilling one I'd ever let anyone stroke... not especially Luca Ricci.

“Fuck you!” I had the knife plunge deep into his sides but he held me, fisting my hair; the knife had cut his arm as he pulled it from my grip, glaring wide-eyed at me.

He tossed the knife to the floor, still yanking my hair, almost pulling it off my scalp.

“Let me fucking go, maniac.” I snapped again, raking my fists into his bleeding arm.

He did just that, pushed me off and hit my back against the wall, an evil glint flickered in his eyes, and a cold chill ran down my spine instantly.

“I warned you, didn't I?” He asked, reaching for his desk, his left arm closed across my throat, causing me to wince from pain, and then constant coughs came after.

I fucked up,

Matteo!.

How could I have forgotten my brother all blinded by rage ?.

Instead of a cell phone, he pulled out a vial, my sight was wobbly, my senses going numb at the lack of proper air to travel down my lungs.

Yet I watched, 

Not wavering, reluctantly.

He dipped his finger into the vial, pulled it out towards my lower lip, I watched, frozen, feeling the absurd chlorine like taste against my tongue.

He let loose his grip against my neck, but I froze, feeling his finger trail idly slowly against my lips.

My senses wavered,  I was alarmed, but my body defied any form of reasoning, this was luca ricci. Why was I aroused by his touch?

His gaze flickered towards my heaving chest, the air narrowed  and made my breathing difficult, but then something crossed his gaze…

Not anger,

Even darker, his eyes had spot my hardened tits. 

Shit.

Fuck… bloody fuck.

“You disgust me.” I spat, in a desperate attempt to cover my shame,....

He forced my jaw open, emptying the contents of the vial into my mouth…. Was it poison? Was he really going to kill me?.

“You are turned on Isabella, merely from my fingers on your lips…. What does that make you?”  He asked, his questions jabbing at my sanity,

I burned with fury, but the bastard once again eas right, his fingers crawled  their way down toward my earlobes…and then my heaving chest 

He didn't move away, did  not move at all, I could still  taste the vail against my lips, I bit even harder , swallowing hard holding my voice and words in.

I wanted him to touch me, ask why he stopped, and why his finger was not moving any lower. He could see my tits harden more... but I didn't care; this was my moment of weakness.

And just then.

His lips pressed on mine… He kissed me breathless, his fingers clawing against my bare back beneath the shirt,  I  reached for his hair  thuggin hard at it.

I felt his probing cock press against my thighs.

Right, he was hard too. 

The kiss remained hot. Furious… as we fought with each other's tongues trying to dominate one another... he pulled away, smirking with a grin.

I, on the other hand, was panting heavily, breathless.

He adjusted his strained dick, which had pitched a tent in his pants, confusing me the more; he passed me a slight wink.

His fingers raised my chin slowly, causing our eyes to meet again.

“now… I'll have this clip played for Every worker in this damn house to see” he whispered his eyes trailing over to the cctv camera in the room,

My heart launched against my chest, jumping into my throat, the bastard recorded everything.

“And then, whoever this lover of yours is… whoever the crazy maniac who had dared laid a finger on you was, would see the needy bitch you are…and that you are mine Isabella, only I can have this much effect on you.”

He was right,

Only him, i've never had such murderous intent toward anyone as I did right now, he pushed away, heading towards the door as though he had not just humiliated me in the worst way ever… antonio would see, what would he think?.

If There was indeed God, then I had no confusion, no hesitation.. I just knew that Luca was the devil himself.

I swiped the knife against the floor, picked it and launched at him.

He didn't move, just stood staring, I pushed, aiming the knife at his chest…his heart, but then I stopped.

A strong spasm of shock coursed through me. My heart ceased beating, air shut out of my lungs, I couldn't breathe.

My feets gave in as I fell against the tiles, my body convulsing terribly… 

“Yes… I almost forgot… the vial earlier wasn't poison to be exact, it's worse”  he whispered, bending towards me,I felt several shock waves  from my brain run toward my spine as his image blurred out. I felt his lip press against my temples as a sharp cry of pain escaped my lips, tears flowed out my eyes, pouring profusely.

 “Have fun being miserable Isabella, goodnight baby” he Mocked, pulling his kiss away from me. It was blurry, but I had seen it, the smirk on his lips.

I'm struck by another sharp wave of pain. My body had gone numb, stiff now, but my heart was beating, a few seconds of air.. Of proper breathing before it shut out again,

That was when I heard it.

Lucas's laughter... his loud, psychotic, menacing laughter.