Lahat ng Kabanata ng Devil You Hate: A Dark Mafia Romance: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

But he doesn’t budge, not even when my fingers claw into the arm that he brings around to trap me underneath him. His torso is pressed down into my back, and my breasts hurt from the counterpoint from his desk below.“Let’s get a few things straight here, princess. Sex means nothing to me. Sometimes I use it to clear my head. That’s what happened last night. It also made a point, showing you that you aren’t the frigid bitch you try to play in front of others.” He grinds his hard cock against me, shoving the air out of my lungs in a huff. s. My brain is cloudy with fear and the memories of last night.“The next thing you need to learn is how to keep yourself alive because right now, you’re doing a shitty job of it. Do you know what Soo would have done if he’d walked in when you threw that wood? Did you consider what would happen if you actually hit me? Of course, not. You act on impulse and not logic. A fucking fatal flaw in most pampered princesses. No one taught you how to keep your

I shove out of the chair, cross his kitchen to the bar, and pour myself a glass of amber liquid, not even looking at the labels. Sufficiently fortified, I turn back to my friend. My best friend, I remind myself. “There’s nothing for you to worry about. Everything will continue as planned. The girl will get sold at auction in a couple of days and be the catalyst to bring down the rest of those old bastards.”Soo nods, but I’m looking at the back of his head, so I can’t see if he believes me or not. It doesn’t matter. He’ll do what I say until I tell him otherwise. He’s always been reliable in that regard, unlike my wayward brother, Lucas, who looks at my plans and somehow interprets them to mean something completely different from what I lay out.“Did Lucas get the supplies to draw in our special guests?” I ask as I come back around to take my seat again.Both of us relax at the new subject. “Yeah.” He nods toward the warehouse. “It’s all stacked in the back. Did you have a plan for ho

If I were braver, and if my cheek didn’t currently sting from his reaction to my last outburst, I’d defy him. Show up in the shirt he seems to like to keep me confined to wearing. He deserves it for running around dressing me up whenever he feels like it.He didn’t list what time I have to be ready, and I’m worried if I get ready now, I’ll be sitting here in those painful shoes for hours. But, if I don’t, and he shows up to find me unprepared, he’ll be angry.I decide to wait until before dinner to get ready. Not to mention, once I slip into that dress, I’ll be uncomfortable as hell.The day speeds by, and I check the clock several times. His demands and outfit sit behind me on the bed, mocking me for my fear and obedience.Once the time comes, I go into the bathroom and get ready, per his demands. I carefully apply the makeup he provided. All products I used myself, which leads me to believe he must have someone working inside my home. Home… something that seems so far away now.Afte

“Celia, go to the door on the right and get us some more wine,” Nic orders.My feelings are wrapped into a tight ball, stuck tight in my belly, churning and twisting into a painful knot. I shove back from the table to do as he says.The kitchen is empty as I enter. A few bottles of wine sit on the stainless-steel commercial countertops. All of them open and ready for pouring. I scoop one up and stare at it for a moment. Then take a long drag directly from the mouth of the bottle.I can’t stay here. Nor can I go back out there and watch him flirt with that woman. I turned down her offer to help me escape. There is still the strong possibility Nic planted her to test me. That this is all one of his sick and twisted games to break me.Will he be fucking her when I walk back out there?I shake the image out of my head and walk to the other kitchen door. It’s propped open with a can of vegetables. A nagging at the back of my mind tells me that someone left it open on purpose.This has to b

“The first thing I’m going to do is spank the shit out of you. And then, depending on how well you endure it, I’ll drag you back to my house and keep you in chains until the auction. Are you happy now? You don’t have a single thing to say to me?” he bites out an inch from my face.I flinch away, turning my cheek, so he’s not screaming directly at my mouth. He doesn’t like that, and his jaw tightens, as do his fingers, digging into my tender flesh.He shoves me backward, and I nearly trip over my feet. “Stay the fuck there. If you so much as move an inch, I’ll knock you out and drag your unconscious body home.”I gulp and pull at my dress to cover some of my exposed skin as he jerks his suit jacket off and throws it on the dirt. Then splits his cuffs to roll up his sleeves. Even in the dark, I can see the ink splayed up his forearms that disappear under the fabric.He holds his hand out to me, and I drag my eyes between his outstretched fingers and his eyes. When I don’t take his hand,