Chapter Four
Roselyn
T he following week, I’ve been on my best behavior. I did everything Devious said, being the well-behaved woman, he wants me to be. It’s disgusting I have to bow to him. He made me feel like I was a trophy wife when we had to meet with the other dons for dinner every night. I had to wear elegant dresses that cost an arm and a leg. Apparently, since I’m marrying a don, I have to become acquainted with the other dons’ wives. They were too shallow and materialistic for me.
My gaze drifts to Devious as he rolls over onto his back. His muscles are hard and cut but scarred with different marks. Each scar is pale and pink. Some stretch across his back, and some are as small as a paper clip. Who put those scars on his back? I heard some men beat their boys to make them tough for the mafia. His tousled, dark hair makes his olive skin seem brighter. He doesn’t look like the ruthless don before me, but a normal man. He twists around and his eyes pop open, and then he lifts up and yawns, glancing my way.
“Get dressed,” he orders, tossing the soft blanket from his body. The way he says this makes me wish he was already dead.
There is no way in hell I’m going to spend the rest of my life with his controlling, dominant ass. He’s fucking bossy, and it pisses me off.
“We have our engagement party.” He rolls out of bed, then waltzes to the bathroom.
I imagine the water gliding down his firm muscles. Is he touching himself? The sound of the shower awakens every cell in my body, and my core tingles and my nipples pebble. I shouldn’t be thinking about fucking him. He’s forcing me to marry him, and he’s a monster. I shouldn’t be thinking about him gagging me, tying me up to the headboard. Shaking my head, I rise from the edge of the bed.
My phone dings with a message, and I pick it up from the nightstand. A message from Tommy.
Tommy: The packet is ready. I talked to my friend, and he said you can crash at his sister’s place when you get to Frankfurt.
Me: I wired you the money. I’ll text you when I’m ready to pick up the package. I’ll send you my location. Thanks for helping me find a place to stay. Wear a dress suit.
Tommy: Okay and anytime, beautiful.
I should get rid of these messages in case Devious decides to search through my phone, so I tap the Delete button, and I set my phone back on the nightstand.
Devious plods back to the room, fully naked. His thighs are huge, and my eyes stay on his hard dick. I try to tear my gaze from it, but it’s gigantic. He’s planning on sticking that inside of me. Hurting my virgin pussy. No, thank you.
I twist the ends of my hair.
“Why is your dick freakishly huge?” I blurt out.
His eyes venture down to his cock. “Your pussy is expandable. It’ll fit.”
Humiliation dampens my cheeks. The head is so red, it’s almost purple, and pre-cum sits at the tip of it. It curves and he has a birthmark in the shape of a circle on the shaft. There is something seriously fucked-up about me lusting after a man who is holding me against my will and forcing me to marry him. The ache between my legs grows, my clit throbs, and knots form in the pit of my stomach.
“Aren’t you at an age where you are supposed to take Viagra?”
He bursts out laughing. “No, I’m well in my prime. Are you afraid I won’t keep up?”
Devious strolls up to me and rubs my cheeks. His touch is gentle, and my ovaries are ready to explode. I smack his hand away, and I expect him to threaten to kill me, but he chuckles.
“Keep fighting me and you’ll find out if my freakishly huge dick will fit into your pussy sooner than later.” His eyes drop to the see-through black nightgown he makes me wear every night. “The more you fight me and the more you sass me, the more my dick gets hard.” He swipes a few strands of hair from my forehead and uses his index finger to lift my chin. “I want to bury your head in the pillow and fuck you from behind as you scream my name, nymph.”
He lifts my gown, tugging down my panties. He rubs his knuckles on my clit. Oh my God. I want him to rub me until I’m sore. My clit pulses, and my cheeks warm. I bite down on my bottom lip hard to keep from moaning.
“D-Devious, please,” I whisper.
A grin spreads across his face. “I can’t wait until I lick your clit and fill your pussy with my cum.”
Anger and arousal lie in my stomach. I need this release so bad. I’ll give my right arm for him to touch me, but I don’t want him to get the impression I want him.
I clamp my eyes shut and continue to bite my lip. “Please get off me.”
I feel the mattress dip, and I pop my eyes open. Devious leans over me, his mouth inches from my ear.
“By the time our wedding night arrives, you’ll be ready for me.” His voice tickles my ear. “And your pussy is glistening, begging for me to lick it. Begging for me to stretch it with my dick. Begging to be leaking with my cum. Hurry up and get dressed before I lose control and fuck you until you’re sore.” He gets up from the bed. “I have a feeling you want me to fuck you even though you keep saying no.”
“Whatever. I wouldn’t do you if you were the last man on this earth. Besides, I prefer my men to be my age, and not the age of a dinosaur.”
Embarrassment burns in my chest. I hurry up and pad to the walk-in closet. It’s twice the size of my old small bedroom, and the cherrywood shelves are smooth and shiny. My clothes are organized by color, and I have to stand on a step stool to grab a dress.
Devious strolls to his side of the closet and grabs a black Armani suit from a wooden hanger.
I snatch a long green gown from the hanger and slip it on. It pushes up my small perky breasts, making them appear larger, and it hugs my torso like a glove.
Devious moves my hair over my shoulders, and then he zips my dress. He spins me around, and his gaze lingers on my breasts.
I clear my throat as I go to the bathroom. After I comb my hair, I put on some light makeup. I’m not super into makeup, but Momma told me it’s good to enhance your features. When I walk to the living room, Devious is standing by the front door with a small navy box in his hand.
Slowly, I waltz toward him, and he opens it. He removes the diamond ring from the box and slides it on my finger.
“Wear your engagement ring at all times.” He snags me by the hand, ushering me to an expensive car. The driver is already standing by the door with his hand on the metal handle.
Devious slaps his hands away. “I’m the only man who opens doors for my woman.”
It pisses me off. One minute, he threatens to shove his cock inside of me without my consent, and the next, he’s acting like a dutiful and caring fiancé. I’m going to make sure I stab him in the balls twice for this shit, for making me confused. I shoot him a peculiar look as he opens my door. I slide into the back seat, leaning against the leather. He slides in next to me, his arm around my waist, and he pulls me close. Max sits in the passenger seat, and a few soldiers get into another SUV, following behind us.
Two and a half hours later, we arrive at a manor. Soldiers are striding the front lawn, and one ushers people to park their vehicles. The stairway is made out of brownstone. It looks like one of those old manors from the 1960s. Flowers ranging in different colors wrap around the manor.
Devious opens the door, and I follow behind him. A few expensive, polished cars line up by the water fountain.
“We’re moving here the day after our wedding.” His tone is stoic.
My stomach churns, and I offer him a fake smile.
We stroll up the stairs. He pushes the oak door open, and my nose is hit with the smell of fresh bread and wine. Butlers dressed in black uniforms walk around with trays of champagne poured in crystal glasses as Devious ushers us to the elevators, and he hits the top-floor button. The elevator comes to a stop, and the doors whistle open. As I step out, my eyes drink in the king-size bed made out of metal rails and the metal dresser. This is going to be my new prison cell for now until I kill Devious.
“Wait right here,” he says before stepping back onto the elevator. As I flop onto the fluffy bed, I take my phone from my small clutch and send Tommy a text message of my location.
Me: I’ll let you know when to drop off the stuff.
Tommy: Okay.
The elevator doors slide open, and I drop my phone and it clatters on the dark oak floor. I bend down and pick it up, examining it for cracks. My phone dings with another notification.
His gaze rakes over my body. “Who is texting you?”
My cheeks flush. “No one.”
“It better be a woman, because if it’s a boy you’re seeing behind my back, I’m going to fuck you in front of him and slice him into pieces afterward.”
Rolling my eyes, I grab my clutch and place my phone inside of it. “I’m not seeing anyone.”
“The party is ready.” He holds out his muscular arm, and I loop my hand around it. How am I going to get past Devious and security? I need to come up with a plan.
We reach the cement patio; the backyard is flooded with people. A banner that says “She said yes” hangs above our head, and I want to roll my eyes. A live band plays a soft, slow song, and Devious continues to hold my hand. Men gawk at me like I’m on their favorite menu, and women’s cheeks flush as they stare at Devious.
A butler offers me some champagne. Immediately, I glance at Devious.
“You’re allowed to drink, nymph.”
This won’t be my first taste of alcohol. I used to sneak into my papa’s alcohol cabinet and drink to forget about my troubles of dealing with my sick mama and abusive papa.
Nodding, I clutch the crystal glass, offering him a thanks. As I down the champagne, the bubbles tickle my nose.
Devious places his firm hand on my lower back, guiding me to an older gentleman who appears to be in his early fifties.
“Roselyn, this is Enzo. Our consigliere,” Devious states.
Enzo’s dress shirt tightens around his forearms as he slightly bows. His gigantic palms engulf mine, and he kisses it. I expect for Devious to go crazy on him because I’m practically his property, but he straightens his shoulders. Devious respects him. It’s very rare for him to show respect to anyone. When we had dinner with the other dons of the famiglia , he was rude to them. I feel my cheeks heating.
“You’re such a rare beauty. I didn’t know Lex had such a beautiful daughter.”
“Thank you,” I say.
Enzo winks at Devious. “You did well. I hope your marriage will be filled with many blessings and love like mine. We need more successful marriages in the mob.”
Devious nods and smiles.
There is no way in hell I’ll fall in love with Devious, someone who’s aggressive, possessive, and has a moral compass of a used condom.
After Devious and Enzo exchange a few more words, Devious guides me to the sea of people, introducing me to underbosses, lieutenants, and capos and their famiglia . My eyes trail to Papa. He’s dressed in a tux, fully engaged in a conversation with some young girl who appears as the same age, if not a little older, than me.
Anger boils in my blood because of the way he pawned me off to Devious, like I was cattle to him. Especially since after Mother’s death, he promised her he wouldn’t do this. I hate the mafia. I wish Papa never told me he was an underboss on my sixteenth birthday. I scrape my nail on the crystal glass, wanting to scratch my papa.
“What’s wrong?” Devious’s voice tickles my ear.
I hate that he turns me into a ball of nerves. I take a step back, and my heels sink into the fresh-cut grass.
His beautiful eyes follow my line of view. “If you want to speak to your father and Emma, you can.”
Emma is beautiful. Her dark bangs hang over her forehead, making her ivory skin glow. Her cheeks are naturally blush and the short white dress hugs her body.
“You know that woman?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her.
“She’s our whore.”
I shake my head. “Come again?”
“We have a woman we pass around to fuck. Every man at this event has fucked her.”
“Including you?”
“Yes.”
I shoot him a glare.
He laughs. “Is my little nymph jealous?”
“I’m not jealous. She looks so young.”
“She’s in her early thirties. She looks young because she is plastic and had a lot of work done.”
I need to keep the facade of acting like I care about this marriage.
“You’re not going to sleep with her while we’re married,” I say.
He winks at me. “It’s cute you think you can tell me what to do, Roselyn.”
“I’m serious, Devious. You will not give me an STI.”
“I’m serious, too. You don’t tell me who I will not sleep with. FYI, I wasn’t planning on fucking anyone else.”
We meet a few underbosses, including Saverio, the underboss of Los Angeles, and right after him, my eyes snag on to Nero. I haven’t seen him in a month, after I caught him in bed with another woman. His chestnut hair appears brighter because of the sun, and his skin is smooth and tan. He’s smaller than Devious, a little shorter than him, and he’s also the biggest slut I know. Our arrangement was that he gets to sleep with whoever he wants, and we’ll appear like a lovely couple in front of everyone. Now, it seems more like a sweeter deal than getting married to Devious. At least I wasn’t expecting him to fuck me until it was time for us to have babies.
His chocolate eyes narrow as he gives me a once-over, and then his gaze snags on to Devious and he frowns. Devious wraps his arms around my waist tighter.
“Congratulations on the engagement.” His words are insincere as he shakes Devious’s hand.
Nero was never mean to me, and he treated me with a lot more respect than Devious ever did.
“Thank you,” Devious says.
I can feel the tension rolling from both of the men.
Nero glares at Devious, and he grips his crystal glass tight. “Our don gets off on stealing someone else’s woman.”
“Don’t make me beat your ass in front of our guests.”
Nero doesn’t say anything for a while as they stare at each other like two warriors going to battle. “My scalp still burns from you pulling on my hair when I ate your pussy. Your moans were the loveliest sound I ever heard,” he says, before sipping his champagne. “Did you tell him about your kinks? How you have a rape fantasy?” He sips his beverage again, smirking at Devious. “What about when you begged me to chase you in the woods and eat your pussy?”
I put my head down. “Nero, please, be quiet.”
His tongue felt so good and he was the first guy to give me an orgasm. Heat travels up my neck.
When I glance up at Devious, redness creeps up in his hollow cheeks, and I’m not sure if it’s from the heat or anger.
His eyebrows are bunched together, and he remains still as a statue. “You’re welcome to watch me fuck my wife on our wedding day. You can watch as her blood stains my cock. You can watch as she screams and begs for more while my name leaves her pretty lips, right before I kill you.” Devious’s tone is so calm and collected, and he speaks as if it’s a casual conversation. “But if you ever mention how you gave Roselyn an orgasm again, I’ll cut your tongue out of your mouth and make you eat it.” He leans down and whispers in my ear, “The thought of another man looking at your pussy makes me want to go apeshit. I should choke the shit out of him for touching what belongs to me.”
I feel like a cheap whore the way they speak about me as if I’m not here. I need to go ahead and meet Tommy, so I place my hand over my stomach, pretending to have pain.
“I’m not feeling good,” I lie. “Can I lie down, please?”
“Yes. Go straight to our bedroom,” Devious answers.
I nod and pivot up the stone staircase and hide behind a Greek statue.
I can do this. I can do this. This is one step closer to my freedom.
Exhaling loudly, I peek out the door. Devious and Nero exchange a few more words, and Devious storms off, so I run off toward the main entrance and grab my phone from my clutch and dial Tommy’s number. He picks up on the second ring.
“Where are you?” I ask in my most calm voice.
“I’m on the property now. I’m parked in front of the mansion, standing next to my truck.”
“I’ll be right there.” My pulse thumps in my neck as I hit the End button.
Butlers and waitresses are too busy bringing trays of food and drinks to the backyard to notice me. As my heels click against the marble floor, I glance over my shoulder to make sure Devious doesn’t have any of his men following me.
Once the heat of the sun shines on my face, anxiety eats at me. I need to make this quick and fast and make sure no one sees me with Tommy. Butterflies set off in my stomach.
I place my hands over my forehead, shielding myself from the scorching heat. My eyes land on Tommy, and he waves his hand. I search the premises, and there isn’t a guard in sight. Strange. Maybe they went inside to join the party.
I rush up to him and give him a hug then he hands me a wooden box.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You’re welcome.” His tone is smooth. “When you get to Frankfurt, let me know. We can go clubbing. My parents own a house there.”
“I will.” I give him another friendly hug, and kiss on the cheek before storming off to the bedroom.
I step out of the elevator and open the box. I pick up my IDs with the fake name. This is going to be my new life. I will no longer be Roselyn, but Sharon Conner. As I unzip my suitcase, I place the box in there. All our clothes are already hanging up in the closet of his manor, so Devious wouldn’t have any reason to look here.
The bloodthirst to kill Devious is growing stronger by the day, and I can’t wait to be free from this life.