Chapter Six
Roselyn
T he reception was cut short because Devious had some business to take care of. Thank God. I got tired of hearing “congratulations” and being introduced to people I won’t see again. Right before I came to bed, I snuck into the kitchen, stole the sharpest knife I could find, and hid it under my pillow, since we’re living in the mansion instead of the penthouse back in New York City.
I can do this. I can do this. I can kill Devious. I’ve never killed a man before, but I’ve watched enough crime shows on how to kill someone. So, hopefully, I know what I’m doing and won’t get caught.
My bags are hidden in the closet in the living room, and as soon as Devious goes to sleep, I’m going to stab him in the back—literally. He has no idea what I have in store for him. Aiden will come after me for killing his brother, but by the time the maids discover his bloody body, I’ll have fled. Butterflies tickle my stomach as I wait for Devious to stroll through the door. I clutch the side of the fluffy pillow.
Devious stomps into the bedroom with blood on his fingers. Fear overpowers me. Did he kill someone? It doesn’t matter. I shake my head, and our eyes meet. He kicks off his shoes and undoes his cuff links, then proceed to walks up to me, and his rough, calloused thumb strokes my cheek. The metallic smell from his fingers lingers in my nostrils. My throat is as parched as sand, and my whole body trembles.
He unbuttons his dress shirt and unzips his pants, removing both and placing them on the black lounge chair. His hard dick presses against his boxers.
“Take a shower with me,” he commands.
I shake my head. “I already took one.”
He drags me by the arm off the bed. “I wasn’t giving you an option.”
Anxiety swallows me whole. There is no way I’m getting in the shower with him. He might take this chance and force himself on me, and I don’t have any way to defend myself. And the way he looked at me earlier tells me he’s going to waste no time fucking me.
My heart pounds in my chest, and adrenaline rushes through my body. I dig my heels in, but my toenails scratch against the floor.
“Let me go!” I scream.
“You go willingly, or I’ll force you to go.”
I stare at the handsome devil. His hard, sculptured chest falls and rises as he breathes loudly. My feet drag against the floor as I follow him to the spacious bathroom.
He removes his dark cotton boxers and stands naked in front of me, stroking his huge-ass dick. “Strip, now.”
My bravery is dying a slow death. Can I really go through with killing him? Hopefully, I won’t chicken out when the time comes. With trembling hands, I pull my nightgown over my head, and it barely makes a noise as it hits the marble floor.
Devious’s lustful eyes drink in my naked body, and then he twists the silver knob on the shower. The muscles in his back are tense and strong—cut.
“Step into the water.”
On shaking legs, I step onto the shower floor. The blistering water sprays over my body, and Devious hovers over me. The shower is more than big enough to fit two people at once. His erection pokes at my lower back, causing a stir between my legs. Why does he turn me on? He shouldn’t have this effect on my body. My breasts feel heavy, my clit aches, and my pulse thumps loud in my ear. I step back, putting some distance between us. He squirts soap on his hand and scrubs his arms, then his torso. My eyes drink in every inch of his body, trying not to admire his muscles. He scrubs his fingers raw, and the soap around his nails turns a shade of light pink. He stands under the showerhead, then leans down and grabs my chin, but I move my head to the side. He grips me harder, planting a kiss on my lips.
He yanks my jaw toward his dick, and my eyes glance down. “Look down. My dick gets so fucking hard for you, nymph.”
I gulp loudly as he presses my fingers around his hard cock. I feel the veins in his shaft. Desire yanks at my belly, and my nipples are sensitive and so hard, they could cut diamonds. I’m torn and confused by the way I feel. I want him to touch me but not take my virginity.
He uses my hand to stroke himself hard and fast. After he groans, warm cum spurts on my stomach and onto the white tiles. I’ve never seen cum up close and personal, but I’ve seen it on a porno once. It felt good on me and I fight the urge to ask him to fuck me.
Devious grips my throat but not hard enough to choke me. His rough lips press against mine, and I feel his other hand get tangled into my curly hair.
Desire eats at me like a disease in my body. I can’t deny I enjoy the kiss. I don’t want to. God, I don’t want to. He’s the only man who’s ever made me feel like I’m ready to combust at any moment.
Breaking away, he turns the water off, then steps out, nabbing a black cotton towel and patting my body down gently.
I expect him to force himself on me, and yet he’s being a gentleman. He said he can be nice. I don’t care how nice he is to me—he needs to die.
He wraps a towel around his waist, and we step into the bedroom. I pivot toward the door, and Devious yanks me by the waist, slinging me on the bed. He pins my hands above my head and thrusts his finger inside me, and I groan loudly. As I turn my head to the side, his breath tickles my cheek.
“That’s it, baby. Fight me.”
His erection digs into my thigh, and my core aches with need. I’m liking the idea of being taken without permission, that he’s forcing himself on me.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby. Let’s see how long you can hold out on coming in my mouth. Count until you come in my mouth.”
He releases my hands, drives my legs apart, and then he trails kisses up my thigh and my core. Shame swallows me whole, and my arousal grows rapidly through my body. I don’t want to enjoy this, but I can’t help it. I hate my body for responding to him.
“I don’t want to. I mean… I don’t know what I want.”
“Relax, nymph. Just enjoy it,” he states, then lowers his mouth onto my clit.
His warm tongue circles around my clit. He thrusts both of my legs in the air, rubbing the back of my thighs.
I try to think about my favorite shows to keep my mind off the way my body is responding to him, but I can’t help it; his tongue feels too good.
He removes his mouth from my clit. “I said count.”
A groan escapes my mouth. “One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Four Mississippi. Five Missi—”
My orgasm electrifies my whole body, and my legs shake. “Devious!”
He continues to lick me as if I’m his favorite meal.
My clit is oversensitive, and I can’t take any more of this. It’s too much. I dig my elbows into the soft mattress, trying to push away from him, but he grips my hips hard, securing me in place.
This is the perfect opportunity to kill him, unguarded and unaware.
My heart thumps in my chest as I wrap my hand around the knife and aim it at his back, but Devious grabs my wrist, twisting painfully, making the knife drop on the bed next to me.
What? How? No! This can’t be happening!
My heart stutters in my rib cage, and adrenaline rushes in my veins like an energy drink. “Devious, please let go,” I whimper. “You’re hurting me.”
But he squeezes so hard I think he’s going to break my wrist in two.
“You think I’m fucking stupid. Like I didn’t know what you were planning all along,” he sneers, wrapping his thick fingers around my neck, squeezing hard. My airway is cut off, and my vision keeps going in and out. I claw at his hands, but he doesn’t flinch. His eyes are lifeless like a corpse.
“Please… please… don’t…” I can barely get the words out. Please don’t kill me, Devious. Please.
“You were planning to kill me. How touching,” he mocks, letting go of my throat.
I cough, wiping the tears from my eyes and snot from my nose.
He seizes the knife and grazes the icy metal against my neck, down to my breast, my torso, to my pussy. Anguish claws at my throat. He’s going to kill me. He’s about to cut me to death. And it’s all my fault because I’m too stupid to plan right. Why wasn’t I smart enough to pick up that it was too easy for me to contact Tommy? Nausea creeps in my stomach, and my lungs burn, and the room spins. I shake my head hard.
“P-p-please d-don’t c-cut m-me,” I stammer.
“I have to say, I didn’t think you would go through with it. I didn’t think my little nymph was brave enough.” He stands up from the bed, and I let out an audible breath. “I knew all along you were plotting to kill me and you were going to move to Germany.” He goes to my suitcase, grabbing the box Tommy gave me, slinging it across the floor. Pieces of broken wood scatter. Flinching, I crawl away from him as much as I can.
“How did you know?”
“I have spyware on your phone. I saw all your text messages, and you were caught on surveillance speaking to him. How did you think it was so easy for him to get on my property? I allowed him in. Get up and put some clothes on.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“I said get fucking dressed.”
I throw on a white T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and he puts on a pair of gray sweatpants. He snatches me by the arm, launching me toward the elevator. He taps the button and pushes me inside.
“I’ll be good, Devious. I promise. Don’t kill me,” I say.
He snatches me by the arm again, and I kick and jab him, but he doesn’t flinch. “Please, stop. Don’t do this! Help! Don’t kill me!”
He yanks me over his shoulder. When the elevator opens, he flings me to the floor, and my tailbone aches.
I make my way to the corner, cowering like a damn dog.
“Get up, Roselyn.”
I stand up, keeping my distance. “Are you going to punish me?”
Devious yanks me by the arm again, pushing me into the basement. Cells made out of plexiglass are lined up in rows, and the smell of piss and blood wafts in the air. I feel the blood draining from my face. He stops by a small closet with a code on the knob and types it in, grabbing a pocketknife. “Welcome to my dungeon.”
We stop at a cell, and Devious taps a switch and the dim lamp lights up the glass box. Tommy is tied to the chair; his head hangs, and both of his eyes are purple and swollen shut. Devious opens the door, and the smell of shit hits my nostrils.
Regret blankets my whole body. No! No! He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t get caught up in my bullshit. This isn’t fair. I will not let Devious harm him. Adrenaline spikes in my blood, and I ball up my fist, beating him on his back.
“Let him go!” I scream.
Devious yanks down my shorts and smacks my ass cheeks. Tears trail down my face as I rub my delicate flesh.
Devious bashes Tommy in the face. “This is what happens if anyone tries to help you escape me.”
My legs knock together as I press my palms over my mouth. “Please don’t hurt him anymore. He’s innocent. It’s my fault.”
Devious points to the cot. “Sit on the bed.”
Slowly, pull my shorts up I sit on the stiff, thin mattress.
Tommy lifts his head up and mumbles something.
“You’re going to watch me slit his throat,” he says. “If you try to get someone to help escape me, then I’m going to make you kill them. You’re my property. Do you understand?”
I sob uncontrollably as I shake my head.
“Answer me, Roselyn Vitali.”
I put my head down. “Y-yes, sir.”
“Look at me. You’re going to watch.”
My eyes stay glued to Tommy as Devious yanks him by the hair, pushes his neck back, and slices his golden skin. His throat cuts like leather, and blood drips down his neck as his head falls back. My stomach empties out on the dark concrete.
“You psychopath!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I watch Tommy’s lifeless eyes. “You’re so fucking cruel!” I stand up, start beating him with my fists, and he grabs my wrists, holding them above my head, using his fingers to grip my chin. My cheeks throb, and the pain slithers around the crown of my forehead.
“You caused this yourself, Roselyn.”
He cleans his knife with Tommy’s shirt. “Cruel is killing you and Lex. Instead, I spared you and him. Someone had to die for your actions.” Devious snatches me by the arm once more and we head back to the elevator as my heart beats in anticipation.
“What are you going to do with me?”
Once we’re out of the elevator, I glance at a door, and he opens it, shoving me inside a bedroom. He takes one last look at me before he slams the door. I lie in bed in the fetal position until I pass out.