The door swings open and my ass hits the marble floor. Standing up, I dust off my white dress decorated with pink flowers. One of Papa’s soldiers stares down at me.
“I wasn’t doing anything.” I lie as my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Your presence is requested by your father.” He drags me into the office, ushering me to the chair in front of Papa’s desk. Papa’s face is redder than a tomato and he rubs the back of his neck. My eyes venture to Devious, who stands next to Papa with his hand tucked in his pocket. His lustful eyes rake over my face, then my breast, then my legs. I’m used to men gawking at me as if I’m a piece of meat, but when Devious does it, a shiver chills my spine. He’s more beautiful than the Northern Lights in Iceland. His jawbone is wide and sharp like a razor blade and a few locks of his inky hair cascade down his forehead. My God. The man can wear a suit. His navy suit is made out of fine thread and hugs his hard muscles. Shaking my head, I tear my gaze from the man everyone thinks of as a God, including myself.
“You wanted to see me?” I ask.
“Your engagement is off with Atrocious.” He clears his throat and smooths out his red tie.
I sigh in relief. “Thank you, Papa. Because I didn’t want to marry him. May I be excused?”
“No.” His shoulders slump. “You’re going to marry Devious to pay off the debt I accrued over the last three months.”
The smile on my face dissipates at his words and I glare at Devious. His face is wiped clean of emotion.
“No, Papa.” I push back my shoulders, trying to put on a brave face.
“You don’t have a choice.” He bangs his large fist against the oak desk.
I jump in my seat. “I said no. I’m not going to be used as a pawn anymore. You use me as a pawn to marry Atrocious so you can switch territories. Now, you’re trying to use me again. When I’m going t—”
Devious pulls out a gun from his holster, aims it at Papa’s forehead. “Marry me or watch your Father’s brain decorate this tacky ass wall.”
My hand trembles and my heartbeat quickens. Fear wraps around me like a cocoon. I nod my head and tears trickle down my cheeks.
Devious places his Glock back into his holster, stomps up to me, yanking me from the chair.
“Papa, please. No! No!” I try to snatch my arm away from his grip. It’s no use, he is far stronger than I am. I punch Devious in the chin and he doesn’t flinch.
“I’m going to have fun breaking you.” he says, with a wicked smile on his face. He continues dragging me out the condo building like a rag doll.
We make it out to the black SUV and his soldier opens the door. Devious pushes me into the backseat, strapping a seatbelt over my tiny frame. His large palm engulfs my neck, cutting off my airway. I dig my nails into his flesh, but he squeezes tighter.
“You put your hands on me again and I’ll snap your neck.” His tone is casual, then he lets me go.
I don’t respond.
“Am I clear? You answer either in yes, yes sir, or yes daddy.”
“Yes,” I answer.
“Good, girl.” He climbs in the seat next to me.
“Take us to the penthouse,” Devious orders.
The driver pulls off onto the black asphalt. I rest my head on the window and the building passes in a blur.
Twenty minutes later, we get out of the car and head into the private elevator, neither of us speaking to each other. But Devious’s azure eyes are on me, watching every inch of me. I feel naked and exposed even though I’m fully clothed.
The metal doors open, and we step inside the massive penthouse. I glance around at my new prison. Greek paintings hang against the white walls and a gray sectional couch is in the middle of the living room. The room is cold but elegant, like him.
Devious shrugs off his navy suit jacket and places it on the coat rack. I stand near the door and my eyes shift to the wide window wrapped around the whole penthouse.
“Follow me,” he says. He leads me to his bedroom. Our bedroom. Like the living room, everything is gray. The dressers, the bedsheets, even the drapes.
He unbuttons his expensive cufflinks, and he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He folds his arms across his hard chest.
“Strip.” Devious says, crossing his right foot over the other.
He makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand.
Slowly, I remove my dress, tossing them on the polished wooden floor.
“Take off your panties and bra.”
“Why?”
If he tries to rape me, I will knee him in the balls and run for dear life.
“You’re already leaving a sour taste in my mouth so it would be wise to shut the fuck and do what I say.”
With shaking hands, I unhook my lace bra and pull down my panties. His eyes gawk at my small perky breasts then down to the valley of my vagina. Goosebumps sprout on my arm from the cold air.
He stalks up to me, and I peddle backwards until my back hits the wall. He places his hands above my head as his eyes burn holes into mine, and he bites his bottom lip. My chest tightens, and my hands catch a bad case of the tingles.
“When I fuck you, I
