Devil's Captive (Fallen Dynasty 1)

I’ll never admit that to anyone—much less the man who made me call him Master.

I still wanted the bastard—still desired the devil. No amount of hate that I tried to muster, or wretchedness that poured from his lips, could make my body stop craving him. Even when I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth—all I could think about was how it would feel inside me. I had to fight against that. When we were in bed together after the ordeal was over, I still craved more, even though my body had been taken to the limit. I just wanted him to roll over—to pin me to the bed and take what I knew he wanted. I had to stay focused on my task—the reason I got down on my knees to begin with. Devlin Windsor was means to an end—a way to restore my family name. The things I did might have tainted me, but my father could recover from it. I just had to make sure Devlin kept up his part of the bargain.

Last night better have been about more than laying the foundation for what Devlin needs. That better have laid the last brick. I need proof that he’s going to help me—otherwise, I’m just the devil’s toy. If those men can use their influence to free my father, I expect results. I’ve given too much of myself to still have doubts about Devlin’s intentions.

Devlin could have taken my innocence in front of all those men, but he didn’t. The one thing he said he wanted—he still hadn’t claimed. I wondered if he had further humiliation in mind for me—agony that transcended the humiliation I went through in front of my father’s business associates. I was afraid to find out, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to keep putting one foot in front of the other, keep calling him Master, and find a way to demand results without drawing the devil’s wrath. I didn’t want to end up in the cage again, no matter what.

I finished up my bath and toweled off before returning to the bedroom. I was surprised to see a box lying on the bed. I didn’t hear anyone come in. In the center of the box was a black envelope, and I stared at it for a moment before pulling out the crimson inked note. I flipped over and the card immediately fell out of my hands when I read it, because it made my whole body tremble.

Tonight we will have another night that you never forget, and I will take your innocence before sunrise. -Devlin

“Fuck.” I stared at the note and felt my jaw tighten.

That was it. There was no wondering—no more questioning. It wasn’t a vague riddle or a romantic gesture. When I left my room the previous evening and saw the flower petals, I thought he was going to make it special. I no longer believed the moment he claimed my body would be special. I wasn’t going to be tricked into trusting him again. The part of me that wanted him tried to push excitement through my veins, but I fought against the feeling. I was going to bed with the devil, and he could take what was promised, but it was going to be under my terms—and he was going to answer some fucking questions first.“Ah, you’re on time for dinner tonight.” Devlin looked up at me and smiled as I entered the room. “Have a seat.”

“I got your note.” I sat down and stared at him. “Last night wasn’t enough for you?”

“Last night wasn’t about me.” He scoffed and shook his head. “Last night was about sending a message and gaining influence.”

“What was that message exactly? Did you want all of my business associates to see that you had turned Hugo Cabot’s daughter into your whore?” My words snapped off my tongue and my blood pressure rose with every syllable.

“I told you what it was about.” He picked up a glass of wine and took a sip. “Have a drink—it’ll help you calm down some.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down.” I narrowed my eyes. “You humiliated me last night!”

“It doesn’t matter. You are mine to do with as I wish—just like the contract says.” He nodded. “Drink your wine.”

“Did you get any closer to getting my father out of prison? Did your new influence pull the right strings?” I kept my eyes focused on him.

“We’ll discuss that another time. This doesn’t happen overnight. Progress is what matters.” He nodded. “Tonight is about us though—a celebration of the moment you become mine in every way.”

“I signed a contract; you made promises. If you don’t hold up your end of the bargain, why should I hold up mine?” I tilted my head to the side.