Devil's Toy (Fallen Dynasty 2)

"Your s-sister, Miss," the maid stuttered. "She's been calling every day, we just didn't know how to get in touch with you."

"She's on the line now?" Violet bit her juicy bottom lip, nodding without so much as glancing at me. "I'll be right down to take it."

She tried to side-step me and follow the maid downstairs, but I stopped her with a firm hand on her forearm.

"Aren't you forgetting something, princess?" I ground out.

"W-What?" Her eyes were fearful when they met mine.

"You need to ask for permission," I reminded her.

Her lips set into a line and she glared at me. There it was again, that bratty side of her that drove me fucking wild. It made me angry and hard for her at the same time. I wanted to spank the brat out of her.

"Can I go talk to my sister now?" she asked petulantly, and I took a step closer, making her wince in anticipation of the slap that never came.

"Can't you ask properly, princess?" I asked her. "Or did you forget your manners at home?"

"This is my home," she said pointedly. "Not your house."

A long pause followed, and she looked away, obviously uncomfortable. I wouldn't let her, though, wrapping my fingers around her chin and forcing her to look at me.

"Since I own both of them - and you - I don't see how that's relevant," I told her. "Now ask. Fucking. Properly."

"Fine!" she bit out. "May I please go downstairs and speak to my sister on the phone, Master?"

It wasn't the right tone, and she knew it. I took my sweet time, making her wait for an answer. The whole time, our eyes were locked, and I taunted her with my gaze.

"No," I finally said. "You may not."

You’re the only Cabot that matters, and you are mine. The rest of your family will just have to get used to talking to me if they want to speak to you. Your sister can learn that today.FiveViolet“Devlin…” I stared at him in disbelief. “It’s my sister. I need to talk to her…”

“Please tell Violet’s sister that she will call her back.” Devlin turned towards the maid. “We’re busy right now.”

“Y-yes sir.” The maid stammered her words out and then scurried to the phone.

I should have been angry with Devlin, but I wasn’t. I could tell what was happening. I was falling for the devil’s charm. I might as well have been damned to eternal hell even though the contract didn’t call for it. I let him use me for pleasure in front of people I had known my whole life. I gave him my innocence. I enjoyed it—I shouldn’t have, but my body had begun to cry out for his touch when it wasn’t there. I craved his dominance, that tender source of pain that could mark my flesh when I deserved it.

And I did deserve it sometimes—even I couldn’t deny that.

I tempt him with my brattiness when I know what it does to him...

I was raised in a home where I was provided with everything my heart desired—except Devlin. I wanted him as a child, when I was too young to understand why I couldn’t have him. He protected me. He gave me light in the darkness. Then he destroyed me. Then I found out that he truly was the devil.

But, the middle of that chaos and lust was also a man who had something that resembled a soul. His kindness just came at a price. I had seen the inside of Cabot Estate again and if I followed all of Devlin’s rules, it would be mine. A gift from the devil, but everything had a price. His depravity would obviously claim something else that I didn’t know I could give—or would I want him to take it? The lines were getting blurred.

Devlin’s control was absolute. He wouldn’t even let me pick up the phone when my sister called. She must have heard about the sale—someone must have told her I would be there. I had rejected her invitation, so I had no idea why she would be trying to contact me. As long as I was in the devil’s grasp, I would be able to talk to her unless Devlin allowed it—not that she knew what kind of situation I was in.

It was a small sacrifice, although I missed the kind of relationship I used to have with my sister—before her husband ruined it.

Maybe it’s better if I don’t call her back…

“I’ve got another gift for you princess.” Devlin walked up and put his arms around my waist. “Another token of good faith so that you know I intend to uphold my bargain.”

“Really?” I turned to face him. “What price will it have?”

I’m afraid to ask what it is before he names his price—I guess I’m learning how to properly serve my Master—and not let myself believe that anything will be free.