Devil’s Captive Read Online Celia Aaron

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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“If you hate me so much then why did you marry me?” I snap. I whip those words from my lips before even thinking.

He squeezes my throat tighter, his gaze flitting to my mouth. “There it is. There’s that sharp tongue.”

I can’t breathe. My body is on fire, my pussy growing wet as I grit my teeth. “Fuck you.” The words barely make it past my lips on a tortured whisper.

“Is that what you want?” He leans down and bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me whimper. “You want me to fuck you?” He slides his free hand beneath my skirt and under my panties.

I can’t answer, not when the world is starting to spin and black shapes crowd my vision. But I feel when he rubs my clit, when his fingers slide lower and press inside me.

“You can pretend you don’t want this, but we both know you do.” He suddenly lightens his grip on my throat, and I breathe in, my body waking up in a sudden jolt as he pinches my clit.

I gasp, my back arching as pleasure streaks through me, shocking me with its strength.

“There you are.” He runs his teeth along my throat and bites while his fingers stroke my clit faster and faster. “Come on my hand.”

“N-no.” I try to shove him away.

He doesn’t move, but he pulls his hand back and slaps my pussy.

I squeal, and he does it again before returning to my clit.

“I told you to come, princess. Don’t fucking think about disobeying me.” He bites my throat again, the pain mixing with the pleasure, and when he pinches my clit again, I shatter.

A moan lofts from my lungs, and I grip his bloody shoulders as he strokes me through my orgasm. It rolls and dives, giving me sensation that tightens inside me before blooming again and again. When I finally come down, my legs wobble, and I can barely breathe.

He steps back and puts his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. “That’s what I expect from my little Fontana slut.”

His words cut, and shame fills me as I realize how he played me, how he made me want him when I should’ve been repulsed. Hot tears burn in my eyes, and these aren’t ones I can swallow down. They trickle along my cheeks as he smirks at me. I want to claw his eyes out, to strike back and cut him the way he’s cut me. But I can’t do it. Not even with words. He’s made clear that he cares nothing for me or my opinion.

Even with the tears, I push my shoulders back and meet his eyes. “Are we done here?”

“You can go.” He jerks his chin down the hall.

I turn on my heel and hurry away.

His voice carries behind me. “But we aren’t done, princess. Not by a long shot.”

10

MATEO

I grunt as my release hits me, my come splashing on the tile at my feet as warm water cascades down from above. Leaning against the shower wall, I catch my breath and try to clear my head.

Killing Rodrigo relieved some of the pressure, but then I went and coiled myself up again by finger-fucking Lucretia in the hall. But the moment I saw her there, I couldn’t stop myself. She’s like a goddamn deer, innocent and completely unaware of the danger she’s in. I took what I wanted in that moment, but I want more. So much fucking more.

I slam my fist into the wall, savoring the pain that burns along my nerves and sizzles to the base of my brain. It’s the only thing that can knock me out of these thoughts. Lucretia Fontana isn’t someone I should want. If anything, I should be taking all of her right now as she cries beneath me. I’d lick up her tears as I owned her cunt and made her scream.

My fist crashes into the wall again. Then again.

I stand straight and shake it out, my own blood sluicing down the drain as I try to re-center myself. She shouldn’t be a distraction. She’s a means to an end, nothing more. Terrorizing her is just a sweet treat for me as I dismantle her family.

“Focus, motherfucker.” I flip the water to cold and let it pour down my face. When I’m finally iced to my dark core, I turn off the water and step out. It’s time to get dressed.

After all, we’re having company tonight. That thought almost makes me smile.

I stalk out of the bathroom and to Lucretia’s closet. Her new outfit is already hanging up, ready for her to wear. It will be particularly gratifying for Leonard and Carmen to see their darling daughter dressed like this.

Going to the bedroom door, I open it and yell, “Princess!”

I bet my voice sends a shiver of fear through her. Yet another reason to be happy. I flex my aching fist, then return to the bathroom and dig around for some plasters.



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