All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The soft knock on the door made me sit up from the bed. I didn’t even know when I’d fallen asleep. Dragging myself up, tired and irritated, I shuffled to the door and yanked it open. Enzo stood there like he had something important to say.“What?” I snapped, already losing patience.“The housekeeper said Ortensia refused to eat.”Why the fuck was he telling me this?“If the bitch refuses to eat, let her starve. That’s her problem,” I muttered coldly, not even pretending to care.Enzo looked at me a second longer than necessary, then gave a curt nod. “Okay, boss,” he said and turned away.I thought it was something worth disturbing me about. What a damn joke, I eventually left the Play Space because I had a late meeting to attend later. Ortensia was not my concern, this is exactly the suffering I wanted her to go through, for what she and her bastard father did. She’ll pay, even if she keeps crying innocence and pretending not to know what the hell I’m talking about. I don’t buy it, s

ORTENSIA I woke up, yawning… thinking of last night saga with Vito, I refuse to kiss him, should I be worried to get punish today, I wont let it get to me, I bath and came out, dried my body with the towel, went to my wardrobe but when I open it, I didn’t see any cloth, just lingerie I froze, what? What happened to my clothes? They were here last night then… or did Vito do this? I tied the towel back and sat on the bed, worried thinking, then the door swung open and the devil himself came inside holding a box. He straight it out to me and said, “here’s a brand-new iPhone, I know how you crave phone to keep you company” he said, and I couldn’t believe it, he bought me phone finally, why is he being kind, I was happy and stretched my hand for get it, but he drew his hand back. “It’s yours only if you wear the sheer lingerie and the heels and follow me to a gathering” I blinked at his cleverness, “offering what I need at the moment in exchange for some silly shit? I asked and he sc

Ortensia couldn’t sit still anymore, the vibrator underneath her was buzzing at a low but constant rhythm, teasing her, making it hard to think straight. Her thighs trembled slightly, the fabric of her dress doing nothing to hide the way her breathing had changed. Across the room, Vito was in a deep conversation with some older man in a black suit, sipping wine like nothing was happening. He didn’t even look at her, but she knew he was aware, he always was.She clenched her jaw, trying not to squirm in her seat. Every small movement made it worse. The sensation was maddening, just enough to make her wet, but not enough to push her over the edge. That’s exactly how he liked it, control without touch and obedience without words.She couldn't take it anymore. Slowly, carefully, she stood up. Her legs wobbled a little, but she held herself together and walked toward the restroom, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. No one paid her any mind, she’s just another pretty girl a

When I was taken from the restroom, everything happened so fast I didn’t even have time to scream. One second I was alone, and the next, a hand clamped over my mouth and everything went black. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the restroom anymore. I was in some strange, dark room that reeked of smoke. My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears.Then a man stepped out of the shadows.“I’m Ricardo,” he said with his voice calm like this was some kind of business meeting. “Vito’s friend.” He added.I stared at him, confused and terrified. “Did Vito… send you? Did he ask you to take me?” My voice trembled. “Please, I don’t know what I did wrong. Just let me go. I’m sorry if I upset him.”He didn’t answer me right away. Instead, he pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at me, and I froze. My whole body went stiff, my hands started shaking. I’ve never felt that kind of fear before… not even close. It was like my lungs didn’t know how to work anymore.He took a step close

“Go on, put the damn G-string and bra on. Or should I wear them on you myself?” Vito said cold and calm, like a man giving instructions to a servant, not the trembling girl standing naked before him.Ortensia froze, her arms crossed over her chest, one hand angled low, desperately trying to hide whatever dignity she had left. Her cheeks burned, and knees weak like glass. She couldn't believe she was standing naked in front of Vito, stripped of everything. And now he wanted her to wear that black scrap of lace, as if she were dressing for his hunger.Her throat clenched. “Please…” she whispered, her voice cracked and small. “Please don’t make me.”He didn’t blink, no softness, and no mercy. “Remove your hands,” he said, stepping closer. “I want to see how wonderful they are.”She backed away, her hands tightening over her skin. “I… I can’t.”He scoffed, a cruel grin forming at the edge of his mouth. “Covering yourself like that?” His tone was dripping with contempt. “You still don’t ge