The Devil I Hate (Devil's Knights 1)

He was the only person who called me Drea.

“Because you’ve been an asshole all week,” I shot back. “Maybe if you were nicer, I wouldn’t run from you.”

His lips grazed my neck as he snaked his hand up my stomach. “Stop fucking around. You know I will win this game.”

The song switched to “Candy Shop” by 50 Cent, and I got a horrible idea, one I would regret. I scanned the pool area for my brother, and since he was nowhere in sight, I used my liquid courage to mess with Luca.

I rolled my head onto his shoulder and looked at him. “You ready to play, baby?”

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Fuck, yeah.”

I rocked my hips to the beat, singing the words, grinding my ass so hard against his dick he dug his fingers into my hips. My nipples hardened as I rubbed my pussy against his very hard cock, drenching my bikini bottoms. His younger brother, Marcello, gave me a slick grin that said he knew what I was doing to Luca.

I’m playing the game.

When I spun around, I jiggled my tits in front of Luca’s face and straddled his thighs. Riding his cock over his swim shorts, I threw my arms around his neck as we took turns singing different parts of the song. My lips brushed his, and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.

He mind-fucked me daily. It was only fair I gave the Prince of Devil’s Creek a taste of his own medicine. The worst case of blue balls in history.

Luca groaned. “If you don’t calm down, Queen D, I’m going to whip out my dick and come all over your tits.”

“You know the rules, Luca.”

“Fuck the rules.” He cupped my sex over the thin fabric, which did little to mask his touch. “Your pussy is mine, baby. I claimed your ass a long time ago.”

“Just because you claimed me doesn’t mean I’m yours.”

His fingers slipped beneath my chin. “That’s exactly what it means.”

We had a deal. Luca couldn’t touch me without my permission. He was a mega dick and manhandled me, but he never violated my wishes with my body. Because of that, I hated him a little less. Though, my hatred for him ran through my veins like poison, killing me from the inside out.

If he wanted sex, he had to put a ring on my finger. Neither of us wanted to marry, which made our fake relationship nothing more than a show for his father. But every time Luca put his hands on me, my body ached for him. I craved his rough touch that branded my skin.

A wave of heat rushed over my skin as I continued dancing, losing myself to the music, trying to ignore his massive cock digging into my thigh. He was so big I felt him everywhere. I wondered what it would feel like to lose my virginity to Luca. He said he wanted me to bleed for him, to be the one who popped my cherry. The only man I would ever fuck. Nothing excited him more than the promise of getting what he thought I owed him.

“Luca,” I moaned against his mouth. “What would you give for one night with me?”

He bit my bottom lip. “Anything.”

“What did you say your father promised you?”

“The most beautiful woman in the world.”

As the song ended, I slid off his lap and fixed my bikini top and bottoms. “Good luck finding her.”

Luca wrapped his fingers around my wrist, and his eyes turned to blue steel as he glared at me. “I already found her.”

I slapped his hand away, turning my back to him.

“Get the fuck over here, Drea,” he snapped.

All eyes were on me, and my cheeks heated as I faced him. “I’m not one of your whores you can order around. If you want a queen, you better treat me like one.”

A few girls whispered. Men drank from their cups, pretending they were not watching the show play out.

“I always get what I want, Drea. You’re my Helen of Troy.”

We were more like Hades and Persephone, but I didn’t bother to correct him. Our love was toxic and painful, so cruel and tainted it hurt when I looked into his eyes. I never had a choice in who I married. Not when his father had decided for both of us.

With my hands on my hips, I scowled. “Then you better start a war. Because I will never be yours, Luca.”

He smirked. “Don’t tempt me, baby. I will burn the world down and watch everything turn to ash just to see you eat your words.”

“Burn, baby, burn,” I joked with laughter in my tone.

Luca stood to his full height and hooked his arm around me, yanking me into his chest. “I will kill anyone who touches you.” He cupped my breast like he wanted to rip it from my body, his other hand flying up to my throat. “You. Are. Fucking. Mine. Remember that the next time you say yes to dating some asshole at school.” His lips brushed my earlobe. “I’m always watching you, baby girl.”