Slowly, I walk towards him and he opens it. I trail my boney finger along the spikes necklace made out of real diamonds.
“What is this?”
“A shock collar. Just in case you try to run.”
My eyes shoot up as I cock my eyebrow. “I wouldn’t run.”
“I don’t trust you or women.”
“Oh yeah, why? Because the woman you date is not interested in you? Because you have to force them to be with you. You’re not a real catch,” I say, honestly.
He grabs a fist full of my hair, tilting me head at an awkward angle. “You keep mouthing off to me, I’ll force you to suck my dick.” Then he leans down, whispers. “I’m going to make sure you swallow every drop of my cum.”
“I’ll bite it off too.”
He sticks his hand in my dress, cupping my breast, pulling on my nipple hard.
Sinking my teeth into my lip, I whimper and half moan.
“You bite my dick and you’ll be dead before you can blink. Put the collar on.” Grinding his teeth, he lets me go.
I grab the choker, wrap it around my neck. He helps me secure it. Then he presses his firm lips against the back of my neck. I hate him and yet I want his lips all over my body, including the lips between my legs.
“Good girl.” He grabs me by the hand, ushering me to an expensive car. The driver is already standing by the door with his hand on the metal handle.
Devious slaps his hands away. “I’m the only man who opens doors for my wife.”
I shoot him a peculiar look as he opens my door. As I slide into the backseat, leaning against the leather. He slides in the seat next to me, his arm around my waist, he pulls me close. It pisses me off. One minute he threatens to shove his tasty cock in my mouth without my consent and the next he’s acting like a dutiful and caring fiancée. I’m going to make sure I stab him in the balls twice for this shit. For making me confused.
Another two hours and a half, we arrive at a manor. The stairway is made out of brown stone. It looks like one of those old manors from the nineteen sixties. Devious opens the door, and I follow behind him. A few expensive, polished, cars line up by the water fountain. I figured Devious is loaded, but I had no idea he had this much money. Papa is a millionaire too, but Devious is far richer than him.
“Are we spending our wedding night in the Hamptons?” My tone is low.
My heart beats in anticipation. If we do, then I have to swipe a knife or maybe I put a pillow over his head and suffocate him.
“We’re moving here. We need more room for the kids. I’m going to give you.”
“You don’t seem like the fatherly type.”
“I’m not. You’re going to raise them. I’ll prepare the boys to be in the mafia and you prepare the girls to be homemakers.”
I offer him a fake smile, but my stomach churns. The thought of having his children is repulsive. Then he removes his hand from my waist.
I follow Devious as he strolls up the stairs. He pushes the oak door open, and my nose is hit with the smell of fresh bread and wine. Butlers dressed in black uniforms stroll around, with trays of champagne poured in crystal glass. Devious ushers us to the elevators and he hits the top floor button. The elevator comes to a stop and the doors whistle open. Stepping out, my eyes drink in the king size bed made out of metal rails and the metal dresser. This is going to be my new prison cell for now until I kill Devious.
“Wait, right here,” he says, before stepping back onto the elevator. As I flop on the fluffy bed, I take my phone from the small clutch and send Tommy a text message of my location.
Me: I’ll let you know when to drop off the stuff.
Tommy: Okay.
The elevator doors slide, and I drop my phone and it clatters on the dark oak floor. I bend down, pick it up, examining it for cracks. My phone digs with another notification.
“Who is texting you?” His gaze rakes over my body.
My cheeks flush. “No one.”
“It better be a woman, because if it’s a boy you’re seeing behind my back, I’m going to fuck you in front of him and slice him into pieces afterwards.”
“I’m not seeing anyone.” Rolling my eyes, I grab my clutch and place my phone inside of it.
“The party is ready.” He holds out his muscular, hard, arm and I loop my hand around it. How am I going to get past Devious and security? I need to come up with a plan.
We reach the cement patio; the backyard is flooded with people. Men gawk at me like I’m on their favorite menu and women’s cheeks flush, staring at Devious.
A butler offers me some champagne. Immediately, I glance at Devious.
“You’re allowed to drink, Nymph.”
Nodding, I clutch the crystal glass, offering him a thanks. As I down the champagne drink, the bubbles tickle my nose.
This won’t be my first taste of alcohol. I used to sneak into my Papa’s alcohol cabinet and drink to forget about my troubles of dealing with my sick Mama and abusive Papa.
Devious places his firm hand on my lower back, guiding me to an older gentleman who appears to be in his early fifties.
“Roselyn, this is Enzo. Our consigliere,” Devious states.
Enzo’s dress shirt tightens around his forearm as he slightly bows. His gigantic palms engulf mine and he kisses it. I feel my cheeks heating. I expect for Devious to go crazy on him because I’m his property, but he straightens his shoulder. Devious respects him. It’s very rare for him
