All Chapters of Owned By The Devil Himself : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I froze. Not just my feet but my whole body. Like the world hit pause just for me. My breath caught in my throat, my heart ached and I didn’t know why it even hurt that much. I mean… he’s not mine, right? Vito isn’t mine. He never said I was the only woman in his life, not really. But seeing him kiss another woman? It was like a sharp knife slid right into my chest and twisted. I turned around slowly like I didn’t see anything, like I was just passing by on my way to nowhere. Pretending, and lying to myself. But the pain was too real. I took a step, just one, and then… “Doll,” his voice sliced through the silence behind me. I froze again in the same spot, and was still feeling the pain. My name in his mouth made everything worse. I turned back to face him, my eyes cold. “I didn’t know you were busy,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though I wanted to scream. “Sorry for disturbing. I just wanted you to send a maid to get something to cook. But you’re clearly busy… so

ORTENSIA I paced back and forth, the tiles under my feet cold and loud with every step. My head was pounding like a drum in a war camp.Butter…He’s allergic to butter… Butter? Of all things. A whole mafia don, feared in four cities and whispered about in five languages, brought to his knees by dairy? It didn’t feel real. But the sight of him… red-faced, gasping, shaking was too damn real.He was upstairs now, lying in bed, still pale but breathing better. Enzo said he had an Epinephrine pen in his jacket pocket. Thank God. Enzo stabbed him with it right before the doctor got here. It bought him time, barely. We were lucky, If that pen wasn’t there, if he was even a minute later…I couldn’t finish the thought.When Doctor Alex finally came down the stairs, I nearly collapsed from the weight of holding my breath. She looked calm, professional, but I could tell she’d been sweating through the emergency.“He’s stable,” she said. “He’ll be fine.”I exhaled hard, all the fear coming out li

I winched when I felt the ice touch the entrance of my pussy. Gosh… I’ve never felt ice on my pussy before. I didn’t know cold could feel this good. It was crazy. The shock of it made me shake a little. It was cold, but the way it touched me… it brought something out of me I didn’t expect. It made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel.Then he put in another ice. I gasped, louder this time. The cold hit deeper, and I moaned without even thinking. Then I felt his tongue on my pussy, licking out the ice like he was chasing it with his mouth, and it made my body jumped. It was too much. Too cold, too hot, too everything. My thighs clenched, but I couldn’t stop shaking.“You love that, doll?” he asked amidst his mouth full of my pussy lips.His voice was low, and full of heat. I couldn’t even speak, I felt my eyes roll in ecstasy. Everything inside me was melting. My chest was rising fast, and my breath became shallow. The pleasure was immense, It was taking over. My body felt like it

Ortensia knew she had to intervene, “It’s just a compliment, Vito,” she said, then walked up to him. She reached for the hand he held the gun with and gently pushed it down. His fingers were still tight around the trigger, his jaw clenched like he was seconds away from pulling it.“Let’s go… come on,” she said again, her voice soft steadily. Vito didn’t say anything right away, he just stared at the man who had dared to admire Ortensia out loud. The glare he gave him wasn’t loud, It was the kind that echoed in silence. A warning, plain and clear… next time, he wouldn’t just stare.Then he turned to Ortensia. “Ladies first,” he said, his voice back to that low smoothness she had gotten used to. She gave him a smile, like she hadn’t been terrified just minutes ago. Like she hadn’t thought he might shoot someone over a simple compliment. That was the thing about Vito… he didn’t act, he reacted.She walked ahead, her heels clicking softly as they left the living room and stepped out into

“Huh?” she asked, her voice low and shaky, confusion clouding her face. Her heart started to pound like a drum, it sounded so loud in her chest.Vito didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for a bottle of red wine and poured it into a small crystal cup. Then, without a word, he handed it to her.“You said you were tasty, doll,” he said, the edge of a smirk playing at his lips.Ortensia took the drink with trembling fingers. Her hand shook so badly she almost spilled it. She brought it to her lips and took a small sip, barely tasting it. The chill of the liquid did nothing to calm the heat of panic rushing through her.Vito watched her closely, his eyes unreadable. That made it worse. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Not from his face, not from his voice. Not from anything.“Are you really scared of me, doll?” he asked, his voice smooth.She couldn’t answer right away, her thoughts were spinning, her heart hammering so loud it drowned out the music and the voices around them. She wh