All Chapters of Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

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: "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, 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