Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Kabanata 271 - Kabanata 280

BiancaI hate to admit the days pass with blinding speed, but we fit as much sex and physical touch into them as we possibly can, and in the times between, we do a lot of talking, exploring one another and our future and how that might look upon leaving this island. We fuck in the hot tub, on the kitchen counter, with hushed giggles at the thrill of potentially being caught, fucking against the window I can't help but stare out of when I'm standing in the bedroom. Soft sensual sex in bed, hard fucking from behind when I tease him about something, and he just can't keep his hands off of me. That has got to be my favourite, but I've not voiced that to him.My sexual appetite has doubled, if not tripled, in such little time that I wonder where my need has arisen from. But similarly, our need to explore what one another wants to uncover itself.As our conversations flowed seamlessly from one topic to the next, we found ourselves wrapped in a captivating exchange that lasted two days. It

NikoThis morning, an unsettling instinct crept into my mind—a gut feeling or perhaps a sixth sense—that today was poised to take a dark turn. With this foreboding hovering over me, I pulled Sven aside before Bianca even woke up. The weight of unpreparedness settled heavily on my shoulders. I had nothing that I usually had at my fingertips, and I couldn't shake the echo of Alexandra's words: living without permission but forever at the forefront of my thoughts.When I arrived on this isolated island, I came armed with the weapons that had adorned me on my wedding day—two knives and two guns with only one round in each, reminders of a day when I was meant to be the groom, not the protector. It wasn't until just a few days ago that I finally reclaimed my phone, another lifeline to reality.A wave of unease washed over me as I stepped off the boat. It felt as if I was walking into my impending fate. I turned to Sven, my voice low and steady, asking him to gather everything we needed to e

Niko A profound sense of connection envelops us, and a look of mutual respect passes between our eyes. We've worked together long enough to know how each other thinks, which can only be helpful for the pair of us.In the background, I hear Bianca let out a soft sigh, drawing my attention back to her. She remains frozen in place, her expression a mix of tension and confusion. What is troubling her so profoundly that she feels compelled to stay anchored there, motionless?"I need a favour," I whisper."What is it?""I need you to go down to the Western to collect whatever Luca has just sent over." I showed him the phone, and a one-word message from Luca remarked, 'Done.'"You owe me," Sven chuckles dryly before picking his weapons out of the bag, ensuring they are full before he turns to the door, his hands on the chain, it hanging open between him and the door when suddenly, a sharp knock echoes through the room, jolting Bianca out of her reverie. She springs up, darting to my s

BiancaMy breath hitches violently in my chest as an unexpected wave of panic crashes over me, dragging me down into its suffocating depths. It isn't just the shadows of impending doom or the reality of my most likely capture that grips me in icy terror; it's the realisation that Niko has willingly thrust himself into danger, taking risks that I can't comprehend, all in a desperate bid to protect me, even after I attempted to warn him about the ominous red dot of doom that hovered like a harbinger of death, he brushed off my concern with stubborn resolve, telling me to accept the possibility of his demise.I couldn't. Oh, God, I couldn't bear the weight of his sacrifice. The thought of allowing him to die for me is a suffocating knot in my throat, a visceral fear that churns in my stomach. I... when I... damn it."Bee," he cautions, his voice low and steady as he strides back toward me despite the chaos outside this room. He and Sven have scribbled maps across multiple sheets of paper

NikoI knew the moment I decided to go back into the other room that my life might be waiting for the end of the fuse to create the explosion, but I needed to give Sven a pause that he could exploit.So I did it, knowing my farewell with Bianca might be lacklustre, to say the least, but knowing that the days leading up to my demise were filled with the only acceptable form of showing one that you love her.I moved with quiet precision, knowing the only way this would work was by putting myself in dangers way by standing directly behind the entry door of the room whilst it acted as a shield where I could talk to Densel and see his reactions, but he could not see mine—knowing full well that I was closing in and aiming through the door at his chest, wanting to kill him for daring to threaten Bianca's life. He was standing there right before me on the opposite side of the door and hall, unbeknownst to him, his back against the wall opposite the only thing dividing us with no apparent prot