the devil's boy

Jade

It wasn’t until Salvatore started to undo the buttons of my shirt that his words registered in my head. “What are you doing?” I grabbed his hands, stopping him. 

He looked at me with a bored expression, “Taking off your bloody shirt of course. I cannot stand the sight of it.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t cut off my father’s fingers then I wouldn’t be a bloody mess. Or if you had been kind enough to let me change out of them before whisking me away like I’m your goddamn property.” 

Or at least let me bid Bella farewell.

That last thought had tears gathering in the corner of my eyes. It was my fault that she was dead. What was supposed to be a fun evening for us had turned into a living nightmare in the twinkle of an eye.

Salvatore gave me a blank look. “You are my property.”

I pushed at his chest, but he didn’t move. Not even an inch. I hadn’t noticed how much smaller I was compared to him, until now. 

My hands barely covered his rough ones. Even when I was hitting him in complete blindrage, it had been like punching a goddamn wall. He didn’t even look affected. My punches were probably a feather’s touch compared to the sick brutality he had to deal with everyday.

My eyes narrowed at him. “I am no one’s property.”

The smile that bloomed on his face was unlike the amused expression I’d seen in my father’s library. This time he looked every part of the devil he was. He said nothing in response, which was more unnerving.

He simply pulled his hands from my grip and resumed his methodical unbottoning of my shirt, like I was some twisted gift that he was unwrapping. 

“Be still. I told you it doesn’t take much for me,” he muttered.

I grabbed his hand again. “I will take off my shirt when I deem it fit. I don’t care if the blood makes you uncomfortable, deal with it. It’s your fault anyway, you can drown in guilt for all I care.”

The fucker laughed, in my face. 

“Did you just say guilt?” he bent down in laughter. “I’ve never heard such nonsense in my life. Now, take that shit off like the obedient little wife you are and go sit down.” 

“I’m not your wife, and don’t refer to me as little ever again.”

He looked me dead in the eye. “Or what?”

The iciness of his voice made me gulp. “I mean what are you going to do? Kill me like you did my family? I have nothing to lose anyway, at least I’ll die with my dignity intact.”

“Take that shirt off.”

“Did you not hear—”

My words were cut off when he grabbed my shirt and tore it in one swift move. “When I say take the bloody damn shirt off you do exactly that. When I speak you fucking listen.”

The seams of the shirt gave way with a sharp tear. Threads snapped and the buttons scattered across the floor. He grabbed the collar next, yanking it off with so much force it made the fabric bite into the skin at the back of my neck. I stood there, unable to respond as the cool air bit against my bare skin. 

Salvatore’s men were in the back but I could feel their eyes burning into me. No doubt they looked on in utter mockery of my humiliation. 

My jaw tightened. I wanted to scream, to fight, to do something—but all I could do was stand there, chest heaving, while the devil loomed over me. He didn’t stop until my shirt was hanging in tatters on my shoulders.  

Even then, he pulled the remains off, leaving me bare and vulnerable. I fought the tears that threatened to spill over, putting my hands on my chest like they could shield me from this desecration. 

Beneath my torn pride something darker began to coil inside of me. Hatred. Not only for Salvatore, but for the helplessness I now wore as a second skin.

“Not my wife?” he held my jaw in a tight grip, shaking me. “You’ll be whatever the hell I tell you to be. If  I say you’re a dog then you’ll get on your fucking knees and bark! Do you hear me?”

I didn’t answer, and in the silence that I let stretch between us I suddenly understood. I was not standing before a man—but a predator who moved with the knowledge that there was no need for him to chase. He already knew that his prey couldn’t escape.

My pulse drummed loudly in my ears, every instinct screaming for me to run.

Salvatore pulled me close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from him. “Answer me.” He stepped closer again. But there was no longer warmth—just control, the kind that made every inch of space feel like a cage.

I flinched when he lifted his hand.

“Yes—” The word came out as a ragged breath. “I hear you.”

A slow, cruel smile touched his mouth. “That’s better.” 

I said nothing, only met his gaze. In that moment, I swore I’d never forget the feeling—this mix of fear, shame, and something far darker brewing inside of me. Because a prey remembers the eyes of the predator who first drew blood. 

Salvatore released my jaw, his eyes searching mine. “You have to remember that you belong to me now. Your body, your soul, everything you own. I don’t just want obedience,” he placed his thumb on my lower lip. “I want to reshape you, to own spaces inside of you that even pain can’t reach.” 

He bent down slowly and kissed the corner of my mouth. 

The knowledge of what he just said filled me with something that would never leave me: hatred burning so deep it almost felt like desire.

“Let me show you…” he placed a lighter kiss on the tip of my nose, “how much you are mine.” His hands slid down to my collarbone, his fingers tracing them lightly.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my breath hitching when his hand went lower. I grabbed his hand the moment it went dangerously close to the band of my pants. 

His voice was so dangerously low it came out as a whimper, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

The hunger that I’m met with when I raised my eyes to him almost knocked the breath out of me. “Leave—” 

There was a bit of turbulence which threw us both off balance. Salvatore managed to catch me before I could fall to the floor. I didn’t realize how perfectly I fit in his arms until he ran his fingers along my lower stomach. 

“You’re so soft everywhere,” he muttered to himself. 

I slapped his hand away. “I don’t know what nonsense is going through your head but let me remind you that I’m straight, I only like women.”

There was mockery in his voice, “But they don’t seem to like you back.”

“That’s not…” Sadly, it was true. I never seemed to keep a girlfriend past a couple months. And even then they never failed to remind me they were only there for the luxury I provided. 

“See…maybe you were meant for me all along.” His mouth was close to my ear, it made me shiver.

I moved to find a seat but he dragged me down to him last minute, my back pressed against his chest. I could feel the thick ripples of muscles that were hidden under his chest. His hand went around my waist like some form of barricade. 

“Let me go,” I hissed.

“Can’t do that, piccolo.”

I tried to wriggle out of his grip but he only tightened his hold on me. “Sit still.”

“I saide let me go!” I hit him with my fist, but he managed to grab both of my hands with his free one.

“How about I teach you a little lesson about obedience,” he whispered in my ear. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of my ear. The movement was slow, deliberate, like the whiff of a seducer’s perfume. 

It sent a wave of sensations through my entire body, making me painfully aware of the sudden tightness in my pants. I tried to move again only to feel a certain hardness poking me from under. 

“Salvatore…” There was a mix of fear and excitement, the growing buzz in my head made it hard to think. Was it the remaining alcohol in my system, or the fire that was burning in the places our skin met?

“Damn it,” he cursed, softly biting the crevice of my neck. “Don’t say my name like that if you don’t want me to bend you over right now and claim you completely,” he said, the pain in his voice evident.”

“I…” was at loss for words. 

This mess of a conversation had made me oblivious to the fact his fingers had slipped past the top of my pants as they made straight for my underwear. 

My hand shot down to stop him. “Salvatore…”

He groaned, grinding into me. “Don’t say my fucking name.” He grabbed my dick through the thin fabric. “I’m the one in control, and I’ll show you how every part of you is mine to take.”

All the blood rushed down to my groin as I grew painfully hard in his hand. This was a first. Yes, I’d made out with all my exes, but none of them was able to get me this hard. Or made me feel like I needed them to breathe.

“Everyone close your fucking eyes,” he yelled into the space around us, no doubt talking to his men.”I’ll gauge out any eyes that dares to even get a glimpse of him.”

Something about this unholy display of possession made a moan slip out of me. “Leave alone,” I said, as I slightly raised my hips to meet his touch.

“There’s no denying you like this more than you’re letting on. But it’s fine…” he used his other hand to spread my thighs. “The body will never deny its truest desires.”

I tried to bite back another moan when he started moving his hands up and down my dick. “I will never give in to you.”

He removed his hand and I whined at the loss of contact. I could already feel his smug smile even though I couldn’t see his face. 

“Your reactions say otherwise.” He pushed down my pants and underwear. “Look how you come alive for me,” he whispered as we both watched my dick spring free in all its hardness and glory. “Your body obeys me.”

“I…” I swallowed thickly when he rubbed the tip of my dick, taking the precum that had already gathered and rubbing it down my entire length. “I’m…”

“Your words, darling. Use it.”

“I…don’t want…”

“You’re not making any sense,” he whispered, stroking my dick faster. 

I tried to remind myself that this was the man that murdered my sister and cut off my father’s fingers like it was a walk in the park. It hadn’t even been an hour since the…”

“Christ!” I hissed when he used his other hand to cup my balls, squeezing it lightly. 

The devil laughed. “Name is Salvatore, thank you very much.”

Pleasure rippled through me at the huskiness of his voice. I groaned when he increased his pace, his teeth grazing my neck before biting into it. Pain bloomed on my skin, mixing with something hot and sweet when he followed it with a deep kiss, his tongue soothing the sting. 

“Cum for me.”

They were simple words that lit a fire that burned my entire system. My breath grew heavy as my heartbeat raced, the world around me going dark. I’d never experienced anything like this, a feeling so divine I would let the devil behind me take me to hell and back.

I felt his hand on my neck, twisting me so my face was turned to his.

“I want to watch you come undone for me.”

My dick twitched in his hold as my eyes fell close. It was all too much. His expert hands working me like my dick was indeed crafted for it. His warm breath on my face, and that goddamn smirk of his that let me know he had won. 

“Look at me,” he instructed and I obeyed. 

I hadn’t noticed how dark his eyes were until now. They spoke of something evil that could only lurk in the depths of the ocean, and I hated to admit that they hypnotized me.

My head fell back when the pressure built to unbearable heights, I needed a fucking release. I put my hand on his, urging him to go faster. 

Salvatore giving me a handjob did not mean I wasn’t straight. A girl could give me a handjob and I’d still feel the same. Liar.

“I think I’m about to…”

I didn’t think Salvatore could go any faster but he did, tightening his hand on neck and leaving me a gasping mess. I let out a string of curses as he drew me over the edge, my climax hitting me the moment he bent down and kissed me like he was starved.

My cum shot off, some of it getting on his hand. I looked away in embarrassment. He said nothing as he pulled up my pants and tucked my dick into my underwear. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

“Touchdown complete,” the pilot said through the speaker. 

Salvatore stood up as one of his men walked past us to open the door, his gaze averted from where I sat. I wanted to bury myself in the ground and never get up. They might have all closed their eyes but they most certainly knew what their boss had done to me. 

“We’re here,” was all Salvatore said before he bent down and carried me in his arms. He pressed my face into his chest. “I don’t want them to see you like this.”

“What?” I asked in confusion.

He smiled weakly at me. “I want to be the only one that sees how beautiful you look after you orgasm.”