Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil You Made Me: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

AlastairI woke up to the soft knock on the door. "Come in," I called, expecting one of the household staff with breakfast or fresh towels.Instead, Luciano entered carrying a manila folder and wearing an expression I couldn't quite read. He was already dressed for the day in another perfectly tailored suit, his dark hair still damp from a shower, looking every inch the successful businessman rather than the dangerous criminal I knew him to be."Good morning," he said, settling into the chair beside my bed. "I hope you slept well.""Well enough." I sat up against the headboard, suddenly aware that I was wearing nothing but the silk pajama pants he'd provided. "What's in the folder?""Your future." He handed me the manila envelope, "Or at least the beginning of it."I opened the folder to find a collection of documents, employment contracts, tax forms, and benefit enrollment paperwork: Serrano Creative Studios."A job?" I looked up at him in surprise. "You found me a job?""Reception

AlastairI stood at my apartment window long after the sun had set, watching the city lights flicker to life while my mind churned through everything I'd learned. The smart thing would have been to confront Luciano directly, to demand answers about why he'd positioned me like a chess piece in whatever game he was playing. But smart and safe weren't the same thing, and I'd already made enough dangerous choices for one lifetime.Instead, I found myself reaching for my phone.The number was still in my recent calls from the night before, and I stared at it for a full minute before gathering the courage to dial. Part of me hoped he wouldn't answer, that I could tell myself I'd tried to warn him without actually having to deal with the consequences."I told you not to call me again."Kyren's voice was sharp with anger."Luciano is going to destroy you," I said without preamble. "Whatever you think you know about him, whatever precautions you've taken, it's not enough."Silence stretched b

Kyren"I don't need your protection, Kyren. I don't need anything from you."The rejection hit like a physical blow. "You warned me about Luciano. About Tommy Hernandez. Why would you do that if you don't care what happens to me?""Because information is currency, and I wanted to pay off whatever debt I owed you for ruining my life." He stood up, signaling that our conversation was over. "Consider us even.""Alastair, wait—""I don't like you," he said quietly, "I know you're used to people falling all over themselves to please you, but I'm not one of them. I don't want your attention or your protection or whatever twisted version of caring you think you're offering."I'd expected anger, hurt, even hatred. But this cold indifference was somehow worse than all of those combined."I have no feelings for you beyond physical attraction," he continued. "And even that isn't strong enough to make me want to deal with your personality, your arrogance, or your complete inability to treat other

Alastair The thought made me sick, but it was the only explanation that fit. Kyren was angry about my rejection, insulted that someone had dared to tell him he wasn't worth their time. Maybe he'd decided that if he couldn't have my cooperation, he'd settle for my pain. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, my hands still trembling with leftover adrenaline. "Alastair?" He answered on the second ring, sounding surprised. "What's wrong?" "Are you outside?" I asked, moving to my window and looking down at the street. "What? No, I'm at home. Why would I be—" "Don't lie to me." I could see a black sedan parked across from my building, too expensive for this neighborhood and positioned with clear sightlines to my front door. "I can see your car." There was a pause, then a sigh. "I'll be right up." The line went dead, leaving me staring at my phone and wondering what fresh hell I'd just invited into my life. He appeared at my door five minutes later, looking perfectly

Kyren If there was one word I would use to describe him, it would be enormous. He was big. I never imagined I would have something of that size inside of me. I could feel him. The bulge in his pants pressed against my thigh, thick and throbbing. He yanked my pants down and my shirt over my head, leaving me naked. He didn’t pause. He just kissed me again, like he couldn’t get enough, hands roaming like he had the right to peruse my body like he wanted. His hands grabbed my cock and stroked it. I cried out, he wasn’t gentle with it. I didn’t want him to stop. My body responded before my brain could catch up. He groaned when he felt how hard I was, I started grinding against him. I wanted him so much. All the emotions I tried to keep down was bubbling back up. I wanted him to fuck me till I couldn't think straight. And then, suddenly, his pants were gone. He lined himself up at my entrance. I gasped when I felt the head of his cock press into me. It's like it grew larger sin