Devil You Know (The Diavolo Crime Family 2)

With a shove, I pin her to the floor by her chin and stare down into her eyes. I don’t know what she sees there, but she stops fighting long enough for me to speak again. “I don’t give a shit if you hate me. I don’t give a shit if you want to kill me. Hell, I don’t even give a shit if you try to run every chance you get, but know this, you belong to me, and nothing you or anyone else says or does will change that. From now on, if anyone so much as breathes in your general direction, I will fucking gut them. Nod if you understand.”

Instead of giving in and bending to my will, she narrows her eyes and spits in my face.

I let out a long-shuddering exhale and wipe my face across the front of her shirt. When I look at her again, a smile tugs at my lips.

“You want your juices on me, princess? All you had to do was ask.”

I reach between us and grip her cunt hard in my palm. A squeak escapes her, and I revel in the sound as I flex my fingers against her warm, pants-covered pussy. I don’t let her get off that easily. I press my face into her neck, trailing my nose up and down her throat, stopping just below her ear. For a second, I pause, and a soft exhale passes her lips. I smile against her skin before I sink my teeth into the flesh there and listen joyfully as a cry of pain fills the air. When she struggles, I bite harder, and the need to mark every single inch of her body festers in my mind.

When I lift my mouth from her neck, I see a pink circle from where my teeth were indented in her skin.

“I’d tattoo my name across every inch of you if I could,” I whisper against the bite mark. “And I told you, I bite harder.”

I need to be inside her, in every hole, forcing her to take my cock until we’re both spent. I want my scent on her skin, and my cum rubbed into her creamy thighs. My cock is hard as a rock as I lift off her and drag her to her feet.

Immediately, she fights, but I grab her by the throat and pull her in to meet my eyes. “Walk out of this building like a normal person, or I’ll carry you over my shoulder. It’s your choice, there are no other options. I won’t fight you all the way to the lobby.”

“You can’t do this,” she whispers. The look in her eyes tells me exactly how she’s feeling, how broken and sad she is. I can’t pay attention to that right now. Not when we’re still here in this apartment, and she is still wearing my brother’s clothes.

Speaking of brothers, I stare down at Lucas, still writhing on the floor. When I punched him, I didn’t think I’d hit him that hard. Oh well, he’ll learn his lesson over the next few days while he is questioned.

My phone has been buzzing since I got here, and when I dig it out to check, there are several messages from Soo. I don’t respond to his demands but order him to get a guy up here to drag my brother home.

Once that’s taken care of, I turn my attention back to Celia. “Let’s go, princess. Before I strip you down and take you on that countertop. I’m fucking starved for you.”

Her mouth drops open, but she shakes it off quickly. “Is that all I’m going to be to you, a warm place you can park your dick? A sex doll?”

I grip the back of her neck and maneuver her around the furniture and out to the hallway. “I suspect, if you were a sex doll, you’d be putting up significantly less fight, and you’d be a lot more fucking quiet.”

My rage has cooled, but the need I feel for her is only just starting its consuming path through me. The urge to mark her, claim her, ensure any man who looks at her knows who she belongs to is maddening. For Celia, I feel primal.

I shove her down the hallway and maintain my grip on her neck. She stumbles over her feet, but I keep her standing upright, pressing her forward until we reach the elevator. It’s a quick ride down to the bottom floor, and by Soo’s texts, I know he already has the car waiting outside.

We walk out the building, and Celia shivers. I’d offer her my jacket, but in a few moments, she won’t need it since I’ll be warming her up from the inside out.

As we approach the car, Soo exits the driver’s side and opens the door for me so I don’t have to release my grip on her. With a gentle shove, I force Celia inside the car. She scrambles across the leather and immediately tries to open the opposite door, but it’s already locked.