Semua Bab In The Devil's Embrace : Bab 21 - Bab 30

GUSTAVO Antonio wants to see me. It never leads to anything good when he summons me. He’s the boss here, and when he calls me, it means I’ve done something wrong, or he wants something done immediately.Antonio adopted me when I was a preteen. He saw my dark, twisted background, and knew he could shape me from there. He did well. I’m a monster now.“I’m babysitting Gary’s daughter,” I say over the phone.“Bring her along with you.”“Excuse me?”“It’s just dinner. She knows what her father does for a living now, she might as well embrace it.”No, I don’t want to bring Maryjane to the mansion. It’s far too dangerous for someone like her to even look at, much less step foot inside of.Well, it’s not dangerous per se. I’d say it’s one of the most secure places in LA—Antonio always has multiple security guards on staff. But the plans that are made in there…those are what’re dangerous. Some of our most sinister plans have been planned in that mansion. And I don’t want her hearing them.But

MARYJANE So, this is why they call Gustavo ‘The Devil.’I thought for sure the nickname was just overhyped, that stories are told about him because he’s super tall and looks scary a lot of the time. But the rumors are true.I feel like I’m going to throw up as I watch him walk out of the room.He knew I was begging him not to do it, and he did it anyways. How could he?“Shall I show you your room?” Antonio Sorrento puts his big hand on my shoulder, and I suddenly feel like a small sheep in a room full of wolves.“Yes.”I try not to tremble as I stand from my chair. I need to pretend Gustavo is going somewhere, anywhere, other than to torture someone. A hacksaw. How is he able to do that to another human being? I want to throw up just thinking about it.The two of us walk down the hallway, and I know I should be making conversation, but I can’t.“Try not to feel too bad about it,” Antonio says. “Gustavo Silver is exceptionally good at what he does. Someone can say ‘The Devil’ in any g

GUSTAVO I’ve been so busy since that night. Maryjane has had to stay with Tony or Taime because I’ve been working so much. It’s been over a week, and I’ve barely been able to give her a kiss, which is frustrating now that I can see her naked. Now that we’ve been past kissing, all I can think about is going further.It’s two am when I finally get home. I stumble into the apartment, exhausted from work. Antonio has been making me do a bunch of shit, and it’s going to eat up the next week or two. I’m sick of not being able to spend time with Maryjane. I just want to spend a day with her in bed, sans clothes, and give her orgasm after orgasm.I say goodbye to Tony as I relieve him from his duties.Fuck. After what I did today, I need a drink before bed. I pour myself a glass of whiskey, trying to push the days events out of my mind. I down the liquid and enjoy the burning in the back of my throat.“Gustavo?” Maryjane walks out of her bedroom.“Hey, Mary. You shouldn’t be up this late.”S

MARYJANE I wrap my legs around Gustavo as he carries me to the bedroom. He has his hands tangled in my hair and is sucking on the inside of my neck. Gustavo said bedroom, but at this rate we aren’t going to make it to the hallway. He’s so distracted he bumps us into the wall a few times as we make our way to the bed.We reach his bedroom and he kicks the door open. He’s not gentle as he tosses me on the bed, making sure my legs are spread in the process. Gustavo stays standing, his large form looming over me. He doesn’t do anything. Gustavo just stares at my body, his eyes devouring me.I open my legs wider in anticipation—why won’t he do anything? I’m right here ready to be taken. He can—literally—unwrap me.His eyes are locked on mine as he peels off his t-shirt. I hungrily watch him as he pulls off his pajama pants and lets his remaining clothing drop to the floor. If there is perfection, this man is it. The dips of his symmetrical abs lead to a deep v line, and his hardness is at

MARYJANE I pin the picture of Gustavo and I on my cubicle. I printed two copies when I got him the framed picture for Christmas, so I could bring one to my office.I’m distracted by the sparkle of my ring as it catches the sunlight. This is the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received, and I can’t believe Gustavo bought it for me. I know how expensive it is. I come from a wealthy family—although I prefer to not associate with them—and immediately was able to tell it’s a pink diamond. This cost Gustavo $80,000, minimum. And judging by the clarity, it was more than that.I think of the engraving on the inside. Mine. I am very much, his. There is no one else on this earth who I’ll let say those things to me or touch me the way he does.But what does Mine mean to Gustavo? I don’t think he sees anyone else, but…I haven’t asked. A nervous knot forms in my stomach. I want to ask, but I don’t want to look clingy.I glance at the photo again. Ugh. It may be distracting, looking at Gustavo’s hot