All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

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