All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As soon as the door shut behind her, she sank to the cold floor, her knees giving out beneath her. The weight of what she had just seen pressed hard on her chest. Her hands trembled, her eyes wide with shock. Vito had killed a man, It wasn’t just a killing, it was an execution. Three bullets straight to the man’s head. No hesitation, and no mercy. The man had begged for his life. He told Vito he couldn’t give him what he wanted. If he did, his wife and two children would be killed. His voice had cracked, his eyes wet with fear. But Vito hadn’t flinched. He didn’t care, he shot the man like he was nothing, like a fly to be swatted. Blood everywhere, the echo of the gun still rang in her ears.She sat there, frozen. Her mind screamed at her to move, to run. This place… this house, was a prison, and Vito was the devil guarding its gates. She couldn’t stay another second. She had to get out before he came looking for her, she had to escape while she still had her sanity.Moving quickly,

He stared at the figure curled up on the bed, the remnants of the dry tears from last night's sex still visible on her cheeks. His fingers brushed through her hair gently, the weight of what had happened pressing on him more than he cared to admit. It was the first time he’d experienced anything like this. Maybe because Ortensia was the first woman he'd ever taken her virginity. He couldn't stop the thought that lingered in his mind… “A virgin at 28. Not anymore, doll.”He remembered how she had pleaded with him last night, how her voice had trembled when she called his name, her body shaking at every touch, every movement. She had been so sweet, so innocent, that he had almost lost control. He could’ve pushed deeper, could’ve taken her harder, but he held himself back, even though it had been a fight. It wasn’t the sex he had expected…no, it was far more complicated, more raw.Ortensia stirred on the bed, shifting slightly. Her eyes were still glazed with the aftereffects of what had

“What… what feelings?” she stammered, trying to gather the remnants of her composure. She tried to stand, but before she could even push herself up, Vito was there, his hand gripping the back of her head, pulling her into a searing kiss. The taste of cigarette smoke, whiskey, and his saliva mixed in her mouth, sending her heart into a chaotic rhythm. The kiss was possessive, claiming, as if he were marking her, reminding her who was in control. Then, just as quickly, he broke it, pulling away with a smirk.“If you feel nothing, then why do my sins get to you so deep?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You say you don’t care, but your eyes scream betrayal. You sure your mouth knows what your heart’s doing?”Her breath caught in her throat, but she refused to let him see her falter. She wanted to push him away, to escape, but his presence was suffocating. She looked away, trying to compose herself.“If I’m just another hole to fill, then maybe I should let someone else explore

When Ortensia collapsed, something in him snapped. He called every doctor within reach, threatened nurses who didn’t move fast enough, slammed fists into walls when machines beeped too slowly. For three days, he didn’t leave her side… unshaven, unblinking, a ghost with a heartbeat.When her eyes finally fluttered open, his voice was barely a whisper. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”She blinked at him through a fog. “Scared? You mean… you were scared I got sick?”He didn’t answer, his jaw twitched.She gave a broken smile. “At least I matter to you somehow… Even if it’s just a little.”He scoffed, his eyes hardening. “I bought you, Ortensia, I spent a damn fortune. Of course, I’m going to protect my investment.” But his voice cracked at the edges.And over the days that followed, his actions betrayed him. He placed a hand on her forehead every hour, checking her temperature like a worried lover. He brought her food… things she used to love before her appetite died. He sat beside

“I’m gonna cum,” he said, his voice low and his eyes shut, like he was praying. His hips rolled with rhythm, each movement a silent demand, each thrust deep and certain.Ortensia felt him tense that moment before release when time folds. Then warmth spilled into her mouth, and she froze. “Swallow everything” he said, commanding her, he was in control of her, but she hesitated.“Swallow, doll,” he whispered again, one hand still resting gently but firmly on her head.So she did. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, like a praise and a claim all wrapped up in heat. “That’s real good, Ortensia.”The water from the shower kept falling, a quiet hush over them, almost like applause. They stayed there under the spray, their bodies slick and warm. They were both silent, letting the aftertaste of the moment settle in their bones.Eventually, they dried off and stepped out. The air outside the steam felt colder than it should have.Ortensia reached for her nightwear, something soft and clean.