บททั้งหมดของ Devil You Hate: A Dark Mafia Romance: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

“You don’t deserve clothes. You don’t deserve anything besides pain, humiliation, and death.”I’ve never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and even my drawn-up knees cover little of my body. He doesn’t reach out to touch me, but something tells me he wants to.When I glance over at him, I find him with his hands clenched at his sides, the silk of my nightgown balled into one of his fists.“What should I do with you, whore? What would hurt you the most? Maybe I’ll gather all the men I can find and let them each have a turn.”Biting the inside of my cheek, I swallow the fear threatening to eat me alive. I’m able to hide the sob, but not the tears as they slip from my eyes and run down my cheeks. The bed moves, and I blink my eyes open just in time to see the man leaning in. His hot tongue laps against my cheek, and I flinch as he runs it over the tracks of my tears, licking up the moisture. Distress signals go off in my mind, blinking like a red neon sign.My hands move before my mind cat

I back her toward the bed. When she stumbles and threatens to topple, I lift her off her feet and throw her effortlessly, face-first, on the iron-gray coverlet. I press my weight on top of her, my hips against her ass as her feet reach toward the floor but never meet the carpet.“You want to test me, stellina? That’s fine. I’ll give you a demonstration.” I keep my hips lined up with hers, letting her feel the outline of my dick against her ass cheeks through my pants.She shifts underneath me, trying to crawl across the bed to escape. “No, you wanted to push me,” I whisper against her cheek.Her elbows pop up on either side of us in another attempt to dislodge my weight from her back.When she settles back onto the bed, resigned, I deliver a slap against the side of her hips. The strike isn’t hard since we are pressed too tightly into the bed for my entire hand to meet flesh. She still flinches and gasps into the blankets.I rub against her again.This time her attempts to wiggle away

“Yes, I made it. I don’t exactly know how to cook, but I tried.”“Of course, you don’t, princess. You’ve always had someone to do it for you, am I right?”I blink at him. Every word he speaks is a knife slicing through my skin.“What do you want from me?” I try to keep the bitterness out of my voice, but it’s hard with the way he treats me. “Yes, I’ve never had to cook before. I’m sorry I grew up the way I did. I can’t change that, and forcing me to be your maid isn’t going to produce a good breakfast. What’s the point?”He narrows those pensive eyes and shoves the plate over the edge of his desk. It hits the floor with a thump but doesn’t shatter. The eggs spill out in an arc around it. “The point is you’re a spoiled bitch who needs to learn her place.”He shoves his desk chair back. The strength of it causes it to crash into the wall. My lips press firmly together, and I try to keep my mouth in check as he stalks over to where I’m sitting. Last night, he told me to stop fighting him

“Go get cleaned up and dressed. Sarah left some things for you. I have things to prepare for the auction.”His dismissive words are a slap to the face. Actually, I would rather get slapped in the face than treated like this. The sting of a hit will fade, but this dreadful feeling in my chest will stay with me long after the mark disappears.I peel myself off his desk, refusing to look down at his cum, which I feel trickling down the inside of my thighs. I’ve been used in the worst possible way. I’m unable to meet his eyes, so I stare at the floor, waiting for it to swallow me whole. The last thing I want is for him to see exactly how much what he did affected me.I don’t look up until I hear his retreating footsteps down the hall. It’s then that I raise my head. I’m shocked when I see Sarah standing in the hall, an impatient look in her eyes. Oh my god, did she see us? Even if she didn’t see the act, she sees me now, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened.Another wa

He swallows and doesn’t meet my eyes. “I thought you were joking. I guess you really did it…” he trails off, mulling over what he is going to do next. “What the fuck good is she now that she’s ridden who knows how many dicks? No, I don’t want that little slut. Keep her and good riddance. I’ll figure out a solution to my problem another way.” He shakes his head, and his eyes lift to mine. The anger in them radiates outward. “You know I fucked her first.”I might have believed him had I not felt the awe and surprise in her body when I slid between her thighs earlier. And it wasn’t just because she expected me to do more to her. She’d been so close to her own orgasm, I could have nudged her over with the tiniest pressure. Not to mention how tight her little body squeezed my fingers when I tested her myself.No, Marco wishes he had her, but the dumb fuck hasn’t touched her. If I’m right, which I am, I bet he hasn’t even copped a feel.I shrug. “She said she was a virgin. I’m inclined to b