Cherished By the Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

GREYI watched Poppy eat the pasta I'd made, and my smile kept stretching wider. She made those little sounds that sent blood straight to my cock. All I could think of was to tear that dress off her and fuck her for hours. It would have silenced every last sliver of her anger, too. Even if she'd resisted at first, I knew a way to melt her. Eventually, she would have submitted and obediently taken everything I'd have given her. But that would only bury the problem for a while…Even now, behind that delightful expression of hers while she enjoyed the food, I could see her mind swirling, the questions forming. I wanted her to ask them, even if I wasn't sure I was ready to give her an answer. These were uncharted waters for me, but all my interactions with her were new. It looked like Lanzo had been right about one thing… Poppy had already become my weakness. But I liked that weakness, and I was going to treasure it.“Enjoying my pasta?” I asked, refilling her wine glass.A soft chuckle e

Grey and Lanzo sat on the sofa while I walked to the screen they had set in Grey's office. My cheeks were still coated with a thick layer of redness after what had happened in the main hall, and the smug smirk on Grey's face certainly wasn't helping me calm down. I was beginning to think about a sweet form of payback, but now I had to concentrate on my presentation.I stepped to the small table with a laptop connected to the screen and opened the first file. Gaspare Valentino's family photo appeared. “There's not much information about the Valentino family. Cory and I gathered everything we could,” I started before clearing my throat and turning to the screen. “Most of the Valentino family lives in Sicily. Two of his cousins live in Venice. Gaspare has a wife, Mirabella, and a twenty-seven-year-old son, Renzo. Gaspare controls all the family wealth. He decides who gets shares in which company. Recently, however, three of their companies went bankrupt, and now Gaspare was forced to sel

POPPYGrey had given me the memory card he'd found in Mr. Foster's toilet tank. We all had hoped that it would contain something truly valuable, but so far it had turned out to be a major disappointment. Cory and I had spent more than ten hours working on Mr. Foster's case, and the more we found, the more our moods worsened, and not even coffee and sweets brought by Abigail helped lessen the gloominess and tension.“Schizophrenia?” Abigail's eyes widened as I shared Cory's and my latest discovery.I leaned back on the sofa and sighed. “We got to his medical records. He was diagnosed seven years ago, but it had probably developed much earlier.”She frowned. “So what does it mean?”“It means that we can't be certain that what he wrote in that article about Valentinos' accident was even real,” Cory chimed in.“Still, we hope that he got at least that one right.” I smiled wryly.She took a sip of her coffee and shook her head. “That's truly disappointing.”“It is,” I agreed.She put down h

POPPYGrey had been busy lately. He'd been either coming home late at night or sleeping in his Manhattan office. I'd wanted to know what had happened, but he'd kept telling me not to worry. Yet I had felt the tense atmosphere slowly filling the entire mansion. I had known that Lanzo had been recruiting new soldiers lately. Something was about to happen, and Grey was keeping secrets from me. Again.“I'm not leaving this office until you tell me what the hell is going on,” I demanded, folding my arms across my chest.Grey leaned back in his seat and let out a long sigh. “Nothing bad has happened yet, but we want to be prepared for just about anything.”I stepped closer and leaned over his desk. “And you're preparing for… what exactly?”“Poppy…” He fixed his eyes on mine. “Lanzo's spies saw something, but it's quiet now. I didn't want to raise false alarms.”“I'm not a fragile doll,” I reminded him. “I won't break if you tell me even the worst kind of news.”He rose to his feet and stepp

Grey's “turn” lasted for more than two hours, and I had lost count of how many times he'd made me come. I knew that I would never look at the sofa in his office the same way, or at his desk, or at the wall behind his desk…His phone had been buzzing for nearly half an hour. He'd been ignoring it before turning the phone off. I didn't even want to think about what consequences it might bring later, but Grey, apparently, didn't care much about it. After the final round, he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the adjoining bathroom to take a shower.I wasn't sure how long we stood under the stream of warm water, taking care of each other. He shampooed my hair, gently rubbing my scalp, making me melt. “What's that?” He touched the spot at the back of my neck. “You have a little heart there. I must have missed it before.”I breathed out a laugh. “That's my birthmark.”He traced the shape, sending a shiver down my spine. “It's beautiful,” he murmured, pressing his lips to it.I sucked i