All Chapters of Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Bianca The bed feels foreign and lonely. The sheets are harsh andcool, yet contemplating asking Niko to join me to make me feel less lonely after the last few hours of tenderness between us feels like a far-fetched fantasy that's most definitely not reachable. So I persevere, replaying today over in my mind on fast forward as I agonise over every interaction I have had, said and done. I should have told him about my virginity and who took it. I should have run. I shouldn't have kissed him. I should let him in... Arguing with myself seems pointless, yet I keep coming to the same conclusions. I toss and turn and sigh into the silent, dark room, puffing the pillow because, despite its depth, I still sink into it. The bed faces the window, looking out over the ocean, which is a huge blockade between this island and the freedom I could have had if not for giving up a perfectly presented chance for him, for Niko. I don't know why he has me so loyal to him. It's not lik

Niko I keep Bianca close as we walk outside of the house. We travel towards the beach in silence, where a boat, dissimilar to the one last night, is on the sand for us. A man, indeed, does await us, as Dimitri suggested in his handwritten note. He's standing in the water, barefoot and relaxed. He's not native to the islands, and I know exactly who he is. He's one of Dimitri's men, one I've had the displeasure to have worked alongside since the day I pledged my services to Dimitri because of my desire to keep my father very much alive. The funny thing is that I've completed many tasks for Dimitri alongside this man under Luca's nose—an achievement I hate. "Ah, if it isn't the unhappy couple," Sven greets us with a snarl. He's an outsider, in all honesty, one who resides in Tuscany to be the ears and eyes for Dimitri in his homeland and, by extension, for Luca. Not that Luca works with this bastard very often. "Correction, Sven. Happy. Very fucking happy," I hiss with ann

Bianca Silence follows our swim as I climb onto the small ledge, which doesn't give much room to wiggle. Despite being underneath the rock and behind the water, it's surprisingly hot under here. In a matter of ten or so minutes, I dry off as I sit cross-legged whilst trying not to breathe too heavily for fear I might touch Niko in any way that encourages him to believe I want anything more than to sit here beside him in this silence. It's the truth, but I don't need him knowing that just yet; after all, he has been more hands-on today, cradling my waist under the water as I disassociated while looking at the waterfall. He allows the silence to carry around the makeshift cave for a while, and we both sit in stoic silence. I follow the birds flying through a small opening in the falling water. I don't know what type of bird they are, but they are dancing around one another as if courting each other. It's fascinating to watch, and for a moment, I lose myself in a strange nee

Niko The afternoon was mostly uneventful. When we had enough of hiding out under the waterfall, we emerged through the water and swam up to the boat to find Sven awaiting us on tenterhooks. Playing in the water, I managed to get Bianca to laugh freely, and I spent a good hour or two showing her the underwater life swimming of their own free will. Surprisingly, she's a good swimmer and breath holder. Moreover, she allowed me to hold her hand, albeit underwater, to enable me to lead her around the little marine cove we found ourselves in. Luckily, we found a cuttlefish and an octopus that was more than friendly, suctioning onto my arm as he explored us before moving off. We even noticed a pod of dolphins playing around offshore. The sun was quickly descending in the—wrong direction—sky, and I knew we hadn't much time to ensure we travelled around the island back to shore where we could enjoy our own company again. So I encouraged Bee back to the boat, where I asked Sven to stay cl

Continued: If I can't leave Niko, I may decide to live alongside him. I'm tired, mentally, of course, of fighting him at every opportunity. So very tired. I just want to have one person, just one, to be in my corner. Is that so bad? Am I an awful human being for wishing for the bare minimum in this life where most women get sold as scraps of meat for their orifices? My feet slap on the hardwood of the stairs as I descend them; I instantly have Niko's attention. I feel his gaze bore into my skin, warming and chilling simultaneously. I could walk up to the kitchen counter and bask in his presence, but I walked past him, heading out into the garden. He stares after me, the glass walls giving him a perfect view of me walking away from him. I sway my hips, and I smile secretly to myself. I've always been able to catch men's attention, but only once did I feel the need to keep it. "Shit. Ow!" Niko hisses from the house as I climb up and into the hot tub; one leg is already