Chained to the Devil

by Jenna Rose

  And why not just have his way with me?

  It just doesn’t make sense. He has no reason to play mind games with me either. He’s got me right where he wants me, with my mother and brother’s fate hanging over my head. But instead of just treating me like a necessity, some woman he needs to use to appease his father, he’s treating me with respect. Like he actually cares about me. Like he wants to make me happy.

  “Anton, I—”

  “It’s a shame you’re too young to drink,” Anton says, his blue eyes sparkling like morning light reflecting off the ocean waves. “There will be champagne waiting for us at our suite.”

  “Our suite?”

  The car pulls up and parks, and a valet opens the door for me. Anton winks at me. “The honeymoon suite.”

  I look up and see an enormous hotel with a sign that reads MGM GRAND. I know nothing about Vegas or hotels or anything like that, but if Anton is bringing me here, it must be the ultimate in luxury.

  We enter like royalty. Men and women wait on us hand and foot. We’re escorted to a private elevator which takes us to the top floor, a private suite with a view that takes my breath away. Anton escorts me to the window, away from everyone else, and puts his arm around me.

  The warmth of his body feels like home. His scent fills my nostrils, and I feel what’s left of my guard go down. I swallow hard and take a breath as I gaze out over the glowing aura of the Las Vegas lights.

  A married woman…

  I’m going to be with Anton for the rest of my life. Even if this whole thing began as a sham, a blackmail scheme, it’s evolved into something more. I know it. He knows it. The only question I have now is if he will acknowledge it.

  “I don’t know how to do this,” Anton finally says, breaking the silence. I realize we’re alone. Even his men are gone.

  “Impress a woman? You seem to be doing a good job so far.”

  “No.” He shakes his head, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “That’s not what I mean.”

  I can sense that it’s not my turn to speak. I wait and I watch. He’s thinking about something. I let him. Finally, he turns and looks down at me, his cold eyes tortured by thoughts I wish I could heal.

  “I don’t deserve you,” he finally says, cracking my heart like a chisel to a stone.

  “Anton.”

  “What I did to get you here, I—”

  “Yes, you do,” I whisper, falling into his arms. His taut chest presses against my cheek. His strength…undeniable.

  “I’m a bad man, Mia, and I did a terrible thing to get you here. But I’ll spend the rest of my life protecting you—and your family.”

  My lips tremble as his fingers find the hem of my dress and lift. The cool air finds the skin of my thighs as he begins to expose me in a way no man ever has. I whimper, drawing a growl from Anton’s chest.

  “Christ, you’re an innocent little angel, aren’t you, Peaches?”

  The buildup has been too much for me. I fall, but Anton catches me. Then I’m in his arms and being carried over to the bed.

  He lays me down beneath him and strips out of his clothes in an instant. I see his body, bare like a warrior’s. My expectations fulfilled, I see the tattoos, the scars, the cuts in his muscles – a physique honed by a life of combat and strife.

  With the fierceness of a beast, he tears my dress down the middle. My breasts spill out, and I am laid bare beneath him. The chill in his eyes disappears, instantly replaced by a hunger I have never seen. I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so distracted by just how impossibly sexy he is.

  “Good lord, Peaches,” he growls, snatching my thighs with both hands. “Look at your tight little pussy. You shave too. I thought you have no man?”

  “I don’t,” I reply quickly. “I-I just do it.”

  Anton licks his bottom lip, and I trace the lines of his muscles with my eyes, down to the v-taper of his muscled abs that vanishes into the elastic band of his briefs, hiding the one thing I both want to see most yet am simultaneously terrified of.

  “I know you are a virgin, my wife,” he says slowly. “And I must be gentle with you. But I don’t know if I can. I want to fuck you, Mia. I want to fuck you so hard…”

  “So do it,” I whimper, my body writhing uncontrollably beneath him. “Do what you want with me.”

  “Fuck!” Anton snarls, smashing his body down on top of me. He kisses me fiercely, dragging his teeth across the skin of my neck as though he wants to bite me. His warm breath in my ear causes me to shudder, and I throw my arms around his thick shoulders and cry out as my core goes tight and heat floods between my legs. Arousal overtakes me. I feel protected—protected by the man who blackmailed me and kidnapped me and forced me to be here with him.

  His strong hands spread my legs until they can go no further, then one of them explores inward. When he touches me, my breath escapes my lungs, and I realize my arousal was even greater than I thought.

  “Mmmm, my little girl is nice and wet,” Anton muses into my ear. “Your little virgin pussy is begging to be filled, Peaches.”

  Oh, God. I can’t even process this. Even as I’m doing my best to think, Anton pulls my panties aside and pushes two fingers inside me. A deep, shooting sensation fills me, and I cry out. His lips press against my neck, just beneath my ear, and he rubs me in the perfect spot to make me go crazy.

  “Anton…”

  His two fingers curl and explore a sensitive bundle inside of me that has never been touched before. My entire body begins to arch off the bed, but Anton pushes me back down again with his. I’m panting as he coaxes me with his touch, back and forth, round and round like an artist, his canvas my body. His lips move across my jawline and find mine, and as he kisses me, the sweet golden warmth of my climax rocks me, and I cry out.

  “Anton!”

  Sweet, decadent, joyful bliss drenches me like a golden rain. He stops moving his fingers and leaves them right where they are with the right amount of pressure and just kisses me, silencing my cries with his lips.

  Yes, yes…oh yes…

  His dominance is unparalleled. He controls everything about me, even the volume of my cries.

  My feet curl, straining, almost to the point of cramping, and the muscles in my back begin to bunch. I clench the bed sheets and feel my eyes roll back in my head. Finally, as I start to come down, I manage to come to my senses and see Anton looking down at me almost as though he’s amused. I squeak his name. “Anton!”

  “You’re adorable when you come, Peaches,” he says, withdrawing his fingers and causing me to gasp at the loss.

  “Stop it,” I whimper.

  “Sweet thing. I’ve only just begun.”

  The reveal is almost too much for me to handle. As Anton sits back on his heels and tugs down the band of his briefs, his cock springs out like something only a Greek god should possess. Strong, thick and long—oh, so long, it stands out straight as an arrow, with a long vein running up the center to the swollen tip.

  “This is more than a virgin should be forced to take,” he tells me. “But it is what I have to give you, so you will take it. Understand?”

  All I can do is nod and swallow hard. “I-I don’t know if it will fit, Anton…”

  “You and I fit together, Mia,” he says as he lowers himself on top of me. “And my nine inches will fit inside if you to make it official.”

  “N-nine inches?” I stammer as he presses the tip against my womanhood. I feel the start to the spread, and my breath catches in my chest.

  “And every one of them for you.”

  My lust fogs my mind, pressing down on me like a weighted blanket as Anton slowly drives his cock inside of me. I feel the moment—the moment when he makes me a woman—and experience an awakening that both shocks and amazes me. In my wildest fantasies, I never could have imagined this.

  Anton Todorov wraps me in his arms as he begins to thrust, his muscled arms crushing my body beneath their strength. I can feel his hunger, his lust for me in each powerful
stroke as he stretches me, claiming my innocence with each thrust of his hips.

  “I knew the moment I saw you at the diner, I knew,” he whispers. “I knew you’d be the one to break me, Mia. The one to change me. I hated my father for making me do this, for forcing me to find a woman. But now I’m so happy, because it led me to you.”

  His words light me on fire. If I was a rocket ship, he’d be the fuel to send me to the stars. I feel myself begin to tighten down on his throbbing shaft. I’m dripping, more aroused than I’ve ever been in my entire life. So wet I’m almost embarrassed. This is raw, primal, animalistic.

  “Anton…”

  “Fuck, Mia,” he grunts as he pounds me so hard the bed begins to shake. “Your pussy is tight, so tight you’re going to make me come already. Are you on birth control, little girl?”

  “No,” I tell him. “No birth control.”

  “I have to come inside you, Mia. There can be no barrier between us, do you understand? And if you get pregnant, then you get pregnant. I’ll take care of you, you know that, right?”

  I do know that, but hearing him confess this to me sends me to the moon.

  “Yes, Anton!”

  “Good girl,” he growls. His cock somehow expands, grows inside me. “Come for Daddy.”

  His dirty talk sends me over the edge. Feelings I never even knew I had burst, showering my mind with sparks that send shockwaves through my body. This time, I wrap my legs around his strong waist, and when I feel the first shot of his cum pump inside me, I go over the edge.

  He fucks me furiously. Each spray of his orgasm spurs me onward. I cry his name with each of his final thrusts.

  In the end, he buries his face in my neck, and I hold him close as we both pant together in a lover’s embrace.

  I can feel his warm, sweet release inside me. Some of it slides out and runs down my thighs and onto the bed beneath me, making a mess. But I don’t care, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t either. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, and only after it slows does he finally raise his head to look at me.

  “I apologize. I was a little rough with you…”

  “No, it’s okay.” I smile, wiping the sweat from his brow. “You were…amazing, Anton.”

  “I know I may have not begun as the best husband, but I will do everything I can to make sure I am the perfect man for you, Mia. I promise you that.”

  Tears well up in my eyes. I can’t speak. If one word comes out of my mouth, I’m going to start bawling. So I just keep my mouth shut and my arms around my man and pray that somehow my marriage to the devil ends up being a blessing in disguise.

  6

  Anton

  For once, I wake up with something warm inside my chest.

  There she is, my angel, curled up beside me underneath my arm, sleeping peacefully. Not a care in the world. The morning Vegas sun caresses her skin, and I gently move the blanket to expose her naked body.

  The body of a goddess.

  I could get used to this.

  What started out as just an arrangement has become my destiny.

  Little did my father know that when he sent me on this little errand, he set events in motion that would change my entire life.

  My cock is half-hard, and I almost wake her, but she’s sleeping so peacefully that I don’t. As quietly as I can, I rise from bed and throw on some sweatpants, head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, then go to the kitchen and begin to make breakfast.

  What am I doing?

  I’ve barely cooked a meal for myself in years. I could snap my fingers and have a chef up here to make her the meal of her lifetime, but I want to do something for her myself. Any asshole with a credit card could spend his money on her.

  I must be losing my mind. Falling for a girl this fast. I’m going to have to double my defenses to protect her. I won’t be able to leave her at a house on her own, away from my life. My enemies will see that she means something to me, that she is a weakness, and they will seek to exploit that weakness to their own advantage. We’ve been living in relative peace lately, but if I have to, I’ll kill every last one of them to protect her.

  If anything ever happened to her…

  An egg bursts in my hand. “Shit,” I curse under my breath, rinsing it off in the sink.

  This is how wars begin. From the days of Troy onward. This is how kings go down. Until now, I’ve been a man without weaknesses.

  Until a waitress in a worn out dress and apron walked into my life.

  “Hey you,” Mia says, wiping her eyes as she comes up beside me, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. “Making eggs?”

  “Trying.” I smile, nodding to the mess in the sink.

  “Here. Let me.”

  She takes over, cracking and scrambling the eggs with ease and adding them to a hot pan. Is this what heaven is like? A naked goddess cooking breakfast for me?

  “Right, I forgot. You work at a diner.”

  “Hey, I’m a waitress, not a cook,” she reminds me. “But my momma taught me my way around a stove. Is there any bacon in there?”

  I check the fridge and find a package, which I hand to her. I lean back against the wall, my arms crossed, my cock growing by the second as I watch her move about the kitchen. Christ, she’s beyond gorgeous. And such confidence. By the time she’s plating up our meal, I’m hungry for something else entirely. But I sit down beside her and eat, one hand on my fork, the other possessively on her thigh.

  But even as I sit with her, I know that there is an uncertain future ahead of us. I can feel myself falling and falling hard. Already the thought of having her out of my sight is like the threat of torture. I have things I must attend to as the head of my empire. Things I cannot have her involved in.

  She is my weakness now.

  If I am going to continue my father’s empire, she cannot be involved. I have to distance myself from her. Not just for my sake, but for hers. For her safety. For her life.

  “I’ll make some calls today,” I tell her. “You give me your mother and brother’s names and I’ll have them brought across the border tomorrow.”

  Mia’s eyes well up instantly. “Anton…”

  “But Mia…we are going to have to establish some ground rules.” The words are like acid on my tongue. I see the confusion on her face as I start to speak, and even as I begin, I know I cannot finish. I can’t hurt her like that. As hard as I am falling for her, she is falling just as hard for me.

  “Ground rules?” she whimpers, bracing herself for whatever bad news is about to come.

  Lord, why can’t I be a good man?

  I force a smile and pinch her just above the knee, causing her to squeal. “If you continue this no clothes thing around me, you better expect to get fucked,” I growl as I snatch her into my arms and carry her to the couch.

  “Anton, Anton!” she squeals as I toss her roughly down beneath me.

  My cock is so hard it almost hurts as I tug it from my briefs and present it to her. “Open,” I command. Obediently, she separates her glistening lips, and I hate myself as I slide inside.

  I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be forcing a distance between us, not solidifying the bond. But I simply can’t help myself. She’s domesticating me. Making a husband out of the monster. And as the wetness and warmth of her mouth surrounds my thick inches, I let out a groan of contentment that causes her eyes to twinkle up at me like two bright stars.

  I thrust in and out of her perfect lips, the blood coursing through my cock as I pump, driven by her perfection. With both hands, I reach down and cup her breasts, feeling the hard nipples, signals of her arousal.

  “I have to have you again, Peaches. Is that pussy ready for me?”

  She does her best to nod with her mouth full.

  God, she’s a vision of sex…

  I can hardly bear to be outside of her for the few brief seconds it takes to move my cock from her mouth to her tight slit. We both gasp as I enter her. Her body stiffens until she gets used to me again,
and then I begin pumping.

  Her tits bounce as I fuck her. This time I manage to go slowly. I’m making love, not fucking her. My head is spinning as the realization runs through me.

  This is fucking bad. I’m in deep, and not just the physical meaning.

  My body stiffens as my climax takes over, forcing myself deep inside her. She cries out. I grunt and unload inside her.

  “Fuck, baby,” I growl into her ear, gently closing my teeth around her lobe. “Your pussy is heaven.”

  “I’m coming, Daddy!” she moans, grinding and writhing against my cock as I dump my seed inside her, knowing full well what the consequences of that will be.

  My heart tries its best to force its way out of my chest as I think of our future together. A family, children, the man that I will become.

  Fuck, Anton, what are you doing?

  “Where did you come from?” I ask as I draw breath into my lungs. Gently, I stroke her hair back and lift up to get a good look at her angelic face. She’s glistening, looking more heavenly than ever. She smiles, setting my soul on fire.

  “Becky’s Diner. Before that? Mexico.”

  This was supposed to be fake.

  Something to make my father happy.

  But now I’m in over my head. Now I’m the one who’s trapped. And there’s no way out. And the scary thing is, I’m not even sure I want one.

  7

  Mia

  The air is warm, and the sun is just right as I lie by the pool with my new husband.

  What am I wearing? Nothing. And as per our new ground rules, I am fully expecting some action from him in the near future.

  I called in this morning and quit my job at Becky’s. Nothing ever felt better. My boss, Jerry, was a jerk and took the news poorly. He told me they would be better off without, and I quote, a “lazy, smart-mouthed, badly behaved bitch who was always passing her work off to others.”

  In reality, I was the place’s best worker and was always picking up the slack for everyone else there. It was one of the main reasons they started divvying up tips among everyone—so they could all dip into what I was earning. Anton shredded my work uniform and we ceremoniously threw it in the trash together.