“I, Roselyn Bartoli, take Cayden Vitali as my lawful husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. Till death do us part.”
“Now you may kiss the bride,” the priest says with delight in his tone.
The moist air burns my nostril as I breathe in deeply. Devious places his hand on my lower back, pulling me close. His breath smells like mint leaves. A cold shiver slithers up my spine and butterflies blossom in my rib cage.
He leans down, and I close my eyes as his lips press against mine. My chest brushes his, as I loop my arms around his neck. He guides his tongue into my mouth, and he deepens the kiss more, making my core tingle. Dizziness takes over me when he pulls away and I’m completely speechless.
Everyone cheers and claps their hands—except my Papa, he wrinkles his lips, stands up, and tucks his hands in his pocket. Devious threads his fingers with mine, and I frown at my new husband.
Tonight, I’m going to watch him take his last breath.
Roselyn
BUTTERFLIES TICKLE MY STOMACH AS I wait for Devious to stroll through the door. The 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. I snuck into the kitchen, stole the sharpest knife I could find and hid it under my pillow.
I can do this. I can do this. I can kill Devious. I’ve never killed a man before, but I watched enough crime shows on how to kill someone. So, hopefully, I know what I’m doing and don’t get caught.
My bags are hidden in the closet in the living room and soon as Devious goes to sleep, I’m going to stab him in the back. The thought of him forcing himself on me makes me queasy. I shake my head and clutch the side of the fluffy pillow. 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 be long gone.
Devious stomps into the bedroom, with blood on his fingers. Did he kill someone? It doesn’t matter. I shake my head and our eyes meet. Fear overpowers me and my whole body trembles. He kicks off his shoes and undoes his cufflinks. He walks up to me and his rough callous thumb strokes my cheek. The metallic smell from his fingers lingers in my nostrils and my throat is parch.
“Take a shower with me,” he commends, and his beautiful eyes are vacant. He unbuttons his dress shirt and unzips his pants, removing both clothing, placing it on the black lounge chair. His dick presses against his boxer.
I shake my head. “I already took one.”
“I wasn’t given you an option.” He drags me by the arm, off the bed. My heart pounds in my chest and adrenaline rushes through my body.
“Let me go!” I scream as I try to dig my heels against the floor.
“You go willingly or I’ll drag you by the hair.”
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.”
“Devious, please.”
“I said strip. Your blood is staining my dick whether you like it or not. So, take off your nightgown and get into the shower or I’ll rip it from your body. The choice is yours. I can be good, or I can be bad, but it depends on how you act.” His grips my chin so hard his nails dig into my flesh and tears trickle down my cheeks.
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 then he turns the silver knob on the shower and the muscles in his back are tense and strong, cut. 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. Devious strike so much fear into me I’m surprised I haven’t pissed on myself.
“Step into the water.”
On shaking legs, I step into 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. My breasts feel heavy and my clit aches. Why does he turn me on? He shouldn’t affect on my body. I step back, putting some distance between us. He squirts soap on his hand and scrubs his muscled 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 shower head, then he leans down, grabs my chin, but I move my head to the side. He grips my chin harder, planting a kiss on my lips.
“Look down.” He yanks my chin towards his dick and my eyes glance down. “My dick gets so fucking hard when you fight me, Nymph.”
I gulp loudly as he presses my tiny fingers around his hard cock. I feel the veins in his shaft. My eyes sting with tears and even though I try to keep them at bay, they fall freely. Desire yanks at my belly as my nipples are sensitive and so hard, they could cut diamonds. I’m torn and confused on the way I feel.
“I love it when you cry,” he murmurs in my ear. “Your body is my personal fuck toy. I fuck you how I want and when I want.”
I cry harder at his words.
“That’s right, Nymph. Give me your tears.”
Devious is so delicious, but also cruel in so many ways. He uses my hand to stroke himself hard and fast. After he groans, cum spurts on my stomach and onto the white tiles. I’ve never seen cum up close in person, but I’ve seen it on a porno once.
Devious grips my throat, but not hard enough to choke me. His rough lips press against mine and I feel his other hand gets tangled into my curly, hair. I can’t deny I enjoy the kiss. I don’t want to. God, I don’t want to. Rage and disgust eat at me like a disease in my body.
Pulling away, he turns the water off then steps out, grabbing a cotton, black, towel, 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’s to me. He needs to die. He wraps a towel around his waist, and we walk into the bedroom. I pivot towards the door and Devious yanks me by the waist, tosses 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.
“Spread your legs wider for me baby. I’m going to show you who this pussy belongs to.”
He releases my hands, trails kiss up my thigh and my core.
“Your pussy is soaking my fingers. You like it when I touch you.”
Then he lowers his mouth on my clit.
“Please, stop,” I whisper.
His warm tongue circles around my clit and I feel my orgasm build in my lower stomach and I wrap my hand around the knife as I arch my back and my orgasm shoots through me like lightening. I scream his name as he licks up my orgasm as if it’s his favorite juice.
I aim the knife at his back and Devious grabs my wrist, twisting painfully, making it drop the knife on the bed next to me. My heart clinches in my rib cage and tears fall down my cheeks.
What? How? No! This can’t be happening!
“Devious, please let go,” I whimper. “You’re hurting me.”
But he squeezes so hard I think he’s going to break my wrist into 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 in my voice, letting go of my throat.
I cough, wipe
the tears from my eyes and snot from my nose.
He grabs the knife, grazes the icy metal against my neck, down to my breast, down to my torso, down to the valley of my pussy. I shake my head so hard I think it’s going to snap into two.
“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.” He stands up from the bed and I let out an audible breath. “I knew 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 the floor.
“How did you know?” Flinching, I crawl away from him as much as I can.
“I have a 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?”
He snatches me by the hair, slinging me like a rag doll on to the hard ground. My scalp feels like it’s on fire and I scream at the top of my lungs. My back and legs ache from the cold floor. “I said get fucking dressed.”
I grab a white T-shirt and a pair of shorts and I watch him put on a pair of gray sweatpants. He snatches me by the collar pushing me towards the elevator. He taps the button and pushes me in the elevator.
“I’ll be good, Devious. I promise. Don’t kill me,” I say low.
He snatches me by the arm again, and I kick and punch him, but he doesn’t flinch. “Please, stop. Don’t do this! Help! Don’t kill me!”
He yanks me over his shoulders. When the elevator opens, he tosses me to the floor and my tailbone aches.
I make my way in the corner, cowering like a damn dog.
“Get up, Roselyn.”
“Are you going to punish me?” I stand up, keeping my distance.
Devious yanks me by the arm, pushing me into the basement. Cells made out of plexiglass lines up in rolls and the smell of piss and blood wafts in the air. I feel the blood from my face draining. 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 hits the light 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.
“Let him go!”
“This is what happens if anyone tries to help you escape me,” Devious says, punching Tommy in the face.
“Please don’t hurt him anymore. He’s innocent. It’s my fault.” My legs knock together as I press my palms over my mouth.
“Sit on the bed,” Devious says, pointing to the cot. Slowly, 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 shake my head as I sob uncontrollably.
“Answer me, Roselyn Vitali.”
“Y-yes, sir.” I put my head down.
“Look at me. You’re going to watch.”
My eyes stay glued to Tommy as Devious grabs him by the hair, pushes his neck back, slicing his golden skin. His throat cuts like leather and blood drips down his neck as his head falls back.
“You psychopath!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I watch Tommy’s lifeless eyes. My stomach empties out on the dark concrete. “You’re so fucking cruel!” I stand up, start beating him with my fist and he grabs my wrists holding them above my head, using the back of his hand to smack me in the face. My cheeks throb and the pain slithers around the crown of my forehead.
“Cruel is killing you and Lex. Instead I spared you and him. Someone had to die for your actions.” He cleans his knife with Tommy’s shirt. Devious grabs me by the arm and shoves me in the other cell, next to Tommy’s. I cry out in tears.
“Let me out of here!” I scream, balling up fist, beating on the plexiglass and Devious types on the keypad, disappearing into the darkness. Several minutes later, he strides back with a leather belt in his hand.
I shake my head and the door slides open.
“Pull down your pants.”
“Please, Devious. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry because you got caught. You committed an act of treason, so I have no choice but to treat you like a prisoner. Now, pull down your pants. I’m not going to repeat myself again.”
With shaking hands, I yank down my shorts. Devious sits on the cot, patting his legs.
“Bend over.”
Slowly, I lower myself over his lap. Closing my eyes, I feel the thick leather smacking my ass and I cry out in pain. I place my hand on my raw flesh and Devious moves my hand out of the way. He beats my ass with the belt, and I cry out in agony and pleading with him to stop. After the twelfth smack, he pushes me onto the ground.
He gets up from the cot. I wrap my arms around my knees, rocking back and forth whimpering. My butt hurts from moving. Devious leaves again then comes back with a bottle of cream.
“Lie over my lap.”
I cry harder as he rubs the thick cream on my aching flesh. It soothes my broken skin like putting ice to a burn.
“Be quiet before I fuck your mouth with my dick.”
I try to hold on in the sob, but I whimper like a wounded animal.
Devious picks me up and rests me on the thin mattress.
“I’m going to keep you here until I figure out if you’re going to be my pet or if I’m going to kill you.” He takes one last look at me before he disappears into the elevators. I stay in the fetal position until I pass out.
Roselyn
MY EYES FLUTTER OPEN AND my head hurts so bad my brain feels like it’s been fried and scrambled in a pan. I sit up on the thin cot and glance around the glass cell. There isn’t a window, so I don’t know what time it is. Memories of Tommy getting his throat slit burns in my mind. The way his eyes rolled to the back of his head, makes me want to empty out my stomach on the concrete floor all over again. I can’t get the sound of his flesh being cut out of my head nor the smell of copper out of my nose. I close my eyes and open them. Shaking my head, I do not want to see his dead corpse, but my eye wanders toward the cell and his body is gone. The cell is so clean it looks like no one was there. Tears trickle down my cheeks hard and fast. This is all my fault. He would still be alive if it wasn’t for me. I lie back on the cot and cry even more. Staring at the dim lamp hanging from the ceiling, I want my momma. I need her, more than ever. If she was alive, she wouldn’t allow Papa to marry me off for his convenience. Even though, he bought her and forced her to be his wife, she still loved me even though I’m the product of rape. Mama told me when I was eighteen years old, Papa used to force himself on her repeatedly. She didn’t hate me, in fact, she loved me more than life itself. She told me she wanted me out of the vicious cycle of being trapped in an abusive marriage. Here I am, following in her footsteps. Maybe, if I had gone to Vegas with Atrocious, then I wouldn’t be in the situation I’m in. He treated me a lot better than Devious ever did.
From the corner of my eye, I detect movement. Despite being in excruciating pain on my butt cheeks and scalp, I jump up from the cot and move to the corner of the cell.
A woman dressed in all black is walking toward me with a tray of food in her hand. She slides it to a little window, and I grab the tray of fresh bread and water, setting it on the little table. For all I know it’s poisoned, and this could be a set up. I’m better off dead anyways than to be in this nightmare.
I bang on the glass of the window.
“Help me! Please! Get me out of here!” I scream hysterically. She keeps on walking to the elevator. I toss the tray of food and drink to the glass window, screaming at the top of my lungs. Numbnes
s covers my body like a cozy blanket.
What have I done? What have I gotten myself into?
About a few moments, the lights go off and I sit in pitch black. I have to pee bad.
“I have to pee!” I scream into the darkness. “Please! Let me out! Devious! I know you’re watching me, asshole!”
I know it’s not in my best interest to piss off my husband because he doesn’t give a shit about me, but at the same time, I need his attention. The burning sensation between my legs is growing and if I don’t get to the toilet then I will piss on myself.
“Please.” A single tear shreds down my cheek and I’m lost on what to do. Normally, with Papa, I could bullshit my way out of trouble with him, but Devious is a different kind of man from my Papa, he’s far worse and I’m dealing with the devil. Finally, I give in, pee on myself. The warm liquid rushes down my legs and makes my panties warm. Tears spring down my cheek as I peel them off and toss the clothes somewhere. I wrap the sheet around me as I blink at the darkness. To sit in solitude is sick. But then again, I have nobody but to blame for myself. I’m one who tried to kill Devious without thinking about the consequences. I’m the one who thought it was a great idea to protect myself from the monster. And now, my fate dangles in his hand. I fall asleep and wake up again to find more blackness. The cell light flickers on and the maid strides in with another tray. She eyes the uneaten food that I tossed on the floor.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” I ask. “Why are you ignoring me?”
“Mr. Cayden told me to not speak to you and only give you food,” she says.
“What will happen if you speak to me?”
She shakes her head. “He’ll kill me. He hates disobedience. Please don’t talk to me unless you need something.”
“Can I have a change of clothes? I pissed myself,” I say, embarrassed.
“There is a bucket in the far corner for you to pee in.” She points to it, before disappearing to the darkness, she trails back with a pair of sweatpants and clean cotton panties. I grab the bucket and set it next to the bed.
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