All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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 a

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. But the la

Continued:She leads me down a crossroads that usually wouldn't be a possibility, but her words from earlier come back to me and show that the vulnerable need to take charge of the situation using the word no had some meaning behind it. I want to know why she feels so profoundly regarding having control, and I fear the worst. I watched her regard me with fear-driven eyes while I debated whether I should act on impulse or really consider whether I respected her answer. Pushing her away, I decide on taking a different path, the right path; I forgo my work, exiting my office like my arse is on fire, slamming the office door to make a point of my unhappiness. Reaching inside my pocket, I take out a spliff, lighting it instantly. I had planned to go to the garden, but I noticed Luca was entering his office, so I floated that way instead. Fuck our rift, there's no one I can talk to but him. When I enter, he's leaning back into his office chair, sighing to the ceiling, his phone all

Continued: Her words make me scramble away from her. Words have never harmed me as much as hers have. How dare she forgive me? Red-hot anger burns up inside of me, bubbling in my stomach, making everything except for her disappear. How can she forgive me for killing our parents, for nearly having her killed? For faking her baby and its sudden disappearancejustto play with her emotionally. Anger radiates out of me as a swift kick to her gut. It hurts the top of my foot, but I put everything I have into harming her, and I must be successful because she stumbles back, hissing as she does. "No. How can you?" I scream at her painfully. "Because I can," she repeats herself with a steady tone as if talking to a child asking for a cookie for the tenth time despite being told no nine times. She stumbles again, pressing her whole weight into Niko, making him stumble also. He looks at me with a frown and a back-off fucking glare as Emma whimpers. My anger is gone as I concent