All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Luca Emma eventually falls asleep out of pure exhaustion after we fuck multiple times. I hate that she went down and sought comfort with Niko, but I can't complain that she returned to bed to me when she could have stayed with him. I guess I've grown some since the other day. The old me would have marched down there to stake my claim. Instead, I stood on the balcony looking down at them, hating that his bad influence had made her take the drugs I'd been struggling to give up. She's right; of course, I shouldn't be smoking, especially considering that at some point in the future, there will be a child who needs me—all of me. I leave Emma in bed when my phone rudely awakens me. I take a long last look at her as she lies peacefully. She's been struggling; it hasn't slipped my notice that she can't sleep. And she's constantly frowning her anxiety as she overthinks. My phone stops me from admiring her, and the buzz makes me grind my teeth as I leave the bedroom to head to my offi

"What's she doing here?" I ask, looking briefly at Bianca. "She will be returning with you; I've agreed to pay for her wedding as long as she keeps it traditional and plans it promptly." "She doesn't deserve—." "I've agreed," my father cuts me off. "Fine, but Niko and Emma are clueless. She stays with you until we collect their men." "Very well," my father nods. Pushing Bianca back inside the car. "See you there, Luca." Setting off again, we follow my father's cars to Rossi's second home. It's a grand house set on the hillside with acres of land surrounding it. Emma instantly perks up upon seeing it, and funnily enough, her men allow us entry as soon as she talks through the tannoy at the front gates. Driving down the long, winding driveway, Emma perks up even more. She obviously feels at home being here amongst her home and men. This makes me wonder how often she spent time here over the last six years, not a stone's throw away from my home. Has she been that close on

"So you then?" I note."He didn't like me kneeling at your feet," Luca sighs. "I haven't told him about my proposal just yet. He believes a man like me owes no one respect.""He's not going to go for it, you know?" I point out with a frown as we walk side by side, hand in hand. Bianca notes us then, bristling into the moody counterpart of my sister, whom I met only a few days ago. I would ask her what her problem is. Usually, I would try to fix it, but she's far from in my good books. And her insignificant mood seems to be the last thing I need to tend to. But even so, a strange part of me still thinks of her as my innocent little sister who needs protection from our harsh world."Let's get back in the car; we have much to plan and figure out. My father's coming home with us; we'll set the plan in motion and get things rolling. It's best to deal with this in a timely manner, Bambina. Leaving it too long to reveal your father's death will only cause more problems in the long run.""I k

Luca Emma walks unsteadily out of my office as I stay back with Bianca, who is quite frankly growing to be a thorn dug deep in my side. I can't believe she'll be living here after all. And I cannot fathom Niko's upset at being demanded to marry her. He does owe my father, though, and when you owe a debt, it can be cashed in at any given moment, like a pendulum swinging above your head, slowly dropping until one day, it falls like a guillotine ready to end your life. Niko begged for his father's life, and much as my father has allowed Bianca to live, he allowed Costa to live. But in return, Niko swore to silence and knew he owed my father. I'm sure he thought that he'd never have to repay that token—yet the day has come, and his words bind him from years ago. He'll argue, I know he will, but in the end, he will do as asked because that's the future he chose. And I can do nothing about it, even if I wanted to help Niko. "Up," I spit at Bianca, walking towards her with my hand out,

"Please, Luca. More—." "Tell me how you want it?" "You, in—inside me," she stammers. "My fingers?" I ask, moving them back and forth, watching her arousal stretch between us as I tease her once again. "No..." "Then what?" "Your—." "My?" "Cock. I want your cock," she tells me quietly. Ashamedly. "I love your blush, Bambina. But you need to embrace your sexuality. I like my girls dirty." "I'm your only girl," she scowls. "I like you dirty," I correct myself, reaching for her. Aiding her into the doggy position, I face her at the bedroom door. Then I take my place behind her. I watch her in the mirror as she realises there's a reflection of us before us. I smile, knowing she's probably way out of her comfort zone. "You're going to watch me fuck you, and I want to see your eyes when you come," I stipulate. She nods, keeping her eyes on me as I fist my cock ready to line up at her entrance. She scrunches the bedsheet as I push my way inside slowly, her mouth parting. Her tee