Lahat ng Kabanata ng Devil You Hate: A Dark Mafia Romance: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

NicWhat the fuck was I thinking? First, by allowing Celia to wander the house at will. And second, by not throttling Lucas when I should have earlier. He’s growing more and more insubordinate by the day. I should’ve known he’d go after her again. And now she’s hurt. I have no one to blame but myself, and I don’t like it.It’s not like I care about her pain. But if she is battered and bruised before the auction, it’ll mean less of a payment. Like her virginity, my clients will want her skin unmarred, a canvas for their own brutal pleasures.It’s not her pathetic attempts to stifle her tears that give me reason to check on her. It’s the possibility of her hurting herself. I’ll have to lock her in a padded cell until I can pawn her off on some other asshole. Which will screw with my revenge plans. I need her.Celia is nothing like her father, at least as far as I can tell. He’d never degrade himself by blubbering. She’s even tried to pry out some kind of connection between us, despite

“That’s bullshit. You could have had one of the staff come help me. Why are you doing it?”This time I meet her direct gaze and force her to maintain it since she wants to push me so fucking much.“Maybe I want to touch you without seeing hatred in your eyes.”“I don’t think that will ever happen.”“Are you sure about that?”She swallows loudly and drops her gaze. Another wash of pink treks up her neck and onto her ears. All I can do is smile like the son of a bitch I am.I shift my hold on her wrist so I can sit beside her on the bed. To my surprise, she shifts her legs around to make room for me—an interesting new development.“What happens now?” she asks almost cautiously. “Who are you going to sell me to? Where are they going to expect me to stay once they take me away?” There’s no fear in her tone, only exhaustion, as if the entire situation has made her more tired than she can bear.Again, I shrug. “I don’t know. That will be up to them. Once you’re handed over, and we exchange

Especially with him standing there looking so… disheveled. Usually, his clothing is meticulous. Except for the night I met him when he was caked in blood.Tonight is different, though. He’s less dangerous and more chaos. Like he’s one second away from exploding. His shirt is untucked, the tails hanging out, and his collar is open, revealing hints of black ink beneath. I want to trace the ink embedded in his skin, if only to know what it feels like. I don’t know anything about this man. Knowing what he feels like might mend the kind of disconnect I’m feeling.He roughly swipes his hand through his dark hair, only adding another layer to the mantle of exhaustion seeming to hang off him.He slumps on the end of the bed, bringing the glass to his lips, and takes a long sip of his drink. If he can drink it, hopefully, I can too. Swirling the amber liquid around inside the glass, the fragrant scent of vanilla and caramel fill my nostrils. I give it a tentative sip. Well, at least it’s not s

I shake my head again, thrashing. Pieces of hair escape my bun and fall onto my face. He huffs against my cheek and starts a gentle rhythm again. His eyes are dark, piercing, and I feel like he can see right through me and into the darkest parts of my soul.“I’m not a patient man. Ask me or beg me to make you come, and I’ll make it all better. It’s that, or I’ll spend all night edging you until you’re not only begging me for my fingers but for my cock as well.”I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut. “I hate you.”“Well, get in line, princess. What’s it going to be? If you ask, and I don’t succeed, you’re a free woman.”The need to come pricks against my skin, and I’m consumed. There is no escaping it. I can do nothing but turn myself over to the devil himself. “Please. Please, make me come,” I whisper so softly I’m surprised he can even hear me.His answering groan of approval shoots through me, somehow dragging me closer to coming than I’ve been since he arrived. He’s not gentle when he

She blinks as if coming out of a daze and whispers, “What?”I lift her chin so I can look down at her. Her lush pink lips only inches from the tiny drops of pre-cum already leaking out of me. “If you put your mouth on me. I want to feel you fight me as you take me into your body. Feel your anger bleed out of you and be replaced with something else entirely.”Her eyelids shutter for a moment as she contemplates my words. I continue, though, wanting more of that fire in her eyes before I take her. “Besides, I made you come, hard, if I’m any judge, and now you owe me a thank you, and I believe your mouth will do nicely.”Oh, yes. Color splashes across her cheeks as she grips me tighter. I bite back a groan before it can escape.“You enjoy fighting me, stellina. Every second closer to the submission, you know I’ll take, only turns you on more. Lick it… but I promise, if you bite me, you will regret it immediately,” I grit through my teeth.She’s panting through her nose, her nostrils flar