Devil You Hate (The Diavolo Crime Family 1)

“Are you ready?” I ask.

She nods against the wood, her forehead rubbing against the grain, her ass wiggling toward me in the air. “Please.”

“Settle down, stellina. I’m going to give you everything you want.”

23

Celia

I don’t know what to do with my hands, my feet, these feelings roaring through me with every proprietary sweep of his fingers. He’s not mine, and I hate the bastard anyway, but I can’t stop the way my body tightens in anticipation with just a look. Or how my heart suddenly feels like it won’t fit inside my ribs any longer.

If love can’t sustain me, hope can. If he is willing to take my virginity, he might not want to sell me anymore. It’s not much, but I’m willing to take the chance.

I focus on it as I map the pattern in the wood grain on Nicolo’s desk. He orders me to stay belly down until he returns, and for once, I’m inclined to listen. Not just because I fear reprisal, but also because I’m boneless from the orgasm he just gave me with his mouth.

He licked me like he’d tasted nothing so delicious. After I came all over his tongue, he kept going, like he didn’t want to give me up.

No. I can’t afford to think like this. Let him secret away in the back of my mind like some dark prince who might one day save me with the power of his love. If I’ve learned anything in the time I’ve been captive, it’s that love doesn’t exist, not how it is on TV, and no one is going to save me, not even myself.

I should be angrier. I should fight more. Even as I think about it, I reposition myself on the desk in anticipation. I fought, and I lost, and this doesn’t seem like such a terrible consolation prize. Especially if he’s going to do what I think he is.

I hear his footsteps first. The tread of his shoes as he marches back toward me with his long gait filled with purpose.

When he enters the office, he closes and locks the door. I spot him over the edge of the desk, watching him approach with something in his hand I can’t see clearly through the loose fall of my hair all around my head.

He takes a moment to rub his hands up and over my ass, shaping it with his palms, massaging it in his grip. “You are so very fuckable like this. I want to leave you here twenty-four-seven so I can get my fill of you whenever the urge strikes. And I’ll admit, the urge has been quite often since that first night.”

I try not to shiver under his word or his hands. I can’t let him know how he truly affects me.

He rubs his cock along the seam of my ass and then dips it down between my thighs to catch some moisture there. “How does it feel? Tell me.”

I clear my throat, sure I’m about to betray every emotion and riotous thought in my head if I speak. “It feels good.” Good. If I keep things short and sweet, I don’t sound like an idiot begging my kidnapper to fuck her.

His hands dig into my hair, gathering it up so he can lay the heavy mass of it over my shoulder. The gentleness with which he twists the strands together to secure them doesn’t go unnoticed. His touch lights me up all over again. I want him inside me so badly I can almost feel it.

When he slides himself along the seam of my ass again, I whimper. “Are you going to spend the entire time teasing me, or are you going to fuck me?”

The words come out before I can stop them, and I thump my forehead onto the desk several times for being so stupid. He hates when I mouth off to him.

“Usually, that behavior would earn you more punishment, but I find I’m liking this greedy side of you when it comes to my dick. To answer your question, yes, I’m going to fuck you in a moment. I’m working my way up to it. Besides, I need to take a few steps to ensure you’re properly prepared. As much as you think I’m a monster, I don’t actually want to cause you any harm.”

My only answer to that is a snort. He’s harmed me plenty since I got here. I have a cascade of bruises all down my backside, and I can’t say I regret a single one of them. Especially with the memory of his heavy weight on top of me so fresh in my mind.

I wiggle on the desk in the hope it will urge him on.

He swats my ass, and I shudder as the sting of his palm sinks into my skin. “I’ll give you my cock when I’m ready. Until then, be fucking patient.”