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  The next morning, I still didn’t have a message from Devlin. I had messages from my friends, especially Annie—and apparently, I was the talk of the school. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I had never felt more embarrassed in my whole life. I sat up on the edge of my bed and tried to call Devlin again, just hoping that he would answer—but I got his voicemail. I didn’t even bother to leave a message.

  “Good morning, Miss Violet.” My door opened and Maria walked in with a smile on her face. “I guess you won’t need me to open your curtains to wake you up this morning.”

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth.

  “I heard the commotion last night. Your father sounded angry.” She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “Yeah…” I nodded.

  “Does this have anything to do with Devlin Windsor?” She tilted her head to the side. “I saw you getting into his car…”

  “You didn’t—tell my father, did you?” My head snapped to the side.

  “No, of course not.” She blinked as if she was insulted that I would even suggest that. “He got a call from someone, and I’m not sure who it was, but he was really upset when he left.”

  “He just doesn’t understand.” I dropped my head. “He doesn’t see Devlin like I do…”

  “The heart can be confusing sometimes, but you’re young—it’ll make sense when you’re older.” She patted my hand.

  “Why does everyone keep accusing me of being a child?” My words snapped off my tongue and I felt my anger rising.

  I’m not a child.

  I know what I want.

  I want Devlin Windsor.

  I might not have gotten what I wanted last night, but I’m not going to give up.

  I’ll find a way to sign my soul over to the devil if it’s the last thing I do.

  Nine

  Devlin

  Present time

  “That’s it,” I groaned, my fingers wrapping in a mane of strawberry blonde hair. “All the way down, come on now. You can take it.”

  The girl whimpered, but the sound only made me grip her harder, needing to fuck my load into her throat. I was holding onto her hair right above her forehead, positioning her over the tip of my cock and making her suck me like the pro she was.

  “Go on, baby, suck harder,” I growled next, and she looked up at me with watery eyes, begging for so much more than I wanted to give her. And they were not the eyes I wanted to see.

  With a sigh, I pulled out of her mouth, spit dribbling from her chin to her exposed chest when I put my still-hard cock back in my pants.

  “D-Did I do something w-wrong, Sir?” she stuttered, hastily smoothing down the expensive lingerie I’d ordered her to wear. “Did I upset you?”

  “No,” I ground out through gritted teeth. “Get dressed.”

  I got up from my chair, ignoring her as I crossed the room to the minibar and poured myself a drink. A gin and tonic was my poison of choice for the night.

  I felt her eyes on mine as I looked outside the window. The city was illuminated before me, bright lights and fast cars racing on the streets. The view made me feel like a God. Not that night, though. That night, it just emphasized I didn’t have what I so badly wanted.

  “Sir, I apologize if I’ve upset you,” the pretty girl murmured, approaching me on trembling legs. “It really wasn’t my intention, I was hoping we could-”

  “Not tonight,” I interrupted her, swirling the liquid in my glass. “You can go home now, Victoria.”

  She flinched when I used her real name, as if I’d hit her.

  Who would have thought she’d prefer being called a whore to her actual given name?

  She was such a little slut, and any other night, I would’ve had a blast abusing her, but my thoughts were elsewhere at the time, and I couldn’t give her what she so desperately needed.

  “Sir, I… I’m so sorry,” she whispered, and I turned around to find her eyes teary and filled with urgency. “I want to make it up to you, whatever I did, I just…”

  “You did nothing wrong,” I replied with a sigh. “Now please, go. My secretary will arrange your ride home. Goodbye, Victoria.”

  Her bottom lip quivered as she pulled a Burberry trench coat over her stockings and thong. She didn’t look up at me as she left the room. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to see her again.

  Not that it made a difference to me. There were plenty of girls just like Victoria waiting in line for me.

  The problem was, the one I wanted wasn’t part of the queue.

  Violet Cabot.

  Her name was a whisper on my lips, untouchable and so delicious my mouth watered as my lips formed the letters of her name. She was my obsession. Soon enough, she would be my possession.

  My plan had been put into motion. Now the ball was in her court. And if my assumptions were correct, she would be the most eager-to-please little toy I’d had the pleasure of playing with.

  Since that moment two years ago, I knew she belonged with me.

  I’d bided my time. Waited for her to become legal with bated fucking breath.

  Now it was time for the Devil to claim another soul. Now, it was time for Violet Cabot to submit to me, body, mind and fucking soul.

  Ten

  Devlin

  18 months ago

  "It was a pleasure seeing you again, Devlin."

  I shook Hawthorne's hand with my signature cool smile, not revealing a single emotion regarding how I really felt about the deal. Hawthorne was grinning from ear to ear and given that he'd just come into a fuckton of money, he had every right to be.

  "And you," I replied. "Say your regards to your family for me. How is your son doing?"

  "Ah, you know Steven," Hawthorne chuckled. "Getting into trouble just like always. But he does have a date tonight, one I've helped to arranged and that I'm praying goes well. It would be a good connection for the business."

  "I see," I replied. "Well, I'm sure they'll have a great time. Who's the lucky lady?"

  "I do believe you know her," Hawthorne replied. "Although I've heard your families aren't on the best of terms lately."

  "Who is it?" I ground out, though I feared I already knew the answer. And I didn't fucking like it one bit.

  "Violet Cabot." He leaned in closer, a sly smile on his lips as he delivered the punchline. "I hear she's grown into quite the beauty. I'm hoping everything goes well tonight. We could use a girl like her on our side, especially with her family's fortune. My son needs some straightening out."

  "I bet," I growled, barely able to hold back my emotions.

  "I just hope she can turn a blind eye to his ways," Hawthorne went on, pissing me off even more. "You know, boys will be boys."

  He winked at me, as if I was part of his stupid fucking 'boys will be boys' club. I resisted the urge to smash my fist into his nose and instead just smiled coolly.

  "I'm sure she's pliable enough," I replied instead. "What are they doing on their first date?"

  "A private screening of Beauty and the Beast tonight, at eight," Hawthorne beamed. "I organized it. I heard it's the girl's favorite movie."

  "How nice," I replied. "At your cinema downtown?"

  Hawthorne owned a couple of properties in the city, and one of them was an old-fashioned cinema called Le Théatre. I had a feeling he'd want Violet on his own turf, so he could influence whatever happened that night.

  "Indeed," Hawthorne said. "You sure do have a sharp brain, Devlin. I understand now why your father appointed you to such a high position in the company."

  I smiled, saying, "Much appreciated. I'll see you next week for the contract signing. Have a great evening, and good luck to your son."

  He smiled and shook my hand, clueless to the plans that were already being hatched in my brain.

  I sure as hell wasn't going to let this date happen. It didn't matter that Violet wasn't a family friend anymore. I knew Steven, and I knew he was nothing but a pussy-hungry prick who would only end up hurti
ng her after taking advantage. Not on my fucking watch.

  As I got into my car that was waiting outside the building, I dialed a number and barked instructions to the person on the other line.

  "Blonde," I said as the driver pulled the car onto the road. "Big tits. Skimpy outfit. Tell her to ask for Steven Hawthorne. And make sure she looks slutty as can fucking be."

  I grinned to myself, adding, "I want her to leave a lasting impression..."

  * * *

  The last part of my plan was to make sure I was close by when the date happened. I needed to make it seem like a coincidence that I was there, and make sure Violet ended up in my arms when everything went up in flames.

  I scheduled a date with Bex Jones, a pretty redhead I'd been seeing on-and-off for a few months. She was intelligent, sexy and fun. But something prevented me from pursuing a real relationship with her. And if I was being honest with myself, that something was a sexy little brunette who was so off-limits I knew in the back of my mind I'd never be able to have her. But I wasn't going to let our family feud stop me.

  Bex showed up ten minutes late, exasperatedly apologizing and looking fucking delicious in a halter neck jade green silk dress that exposed her toned shoulders and ample tits. I gave her an appreciative look as she slid into the seat opposite of mine at the famous Italian restaurant Bellucci's. It was a place frequented by celebrities, but the only person I wanted to watch that night was Violet. And since Bellucci's was right opposite the cinema, I had the perfect watching spot to make sure the date went horribly wrong.

  As Bex launched into an endless conversation, the waiter brought out our starters and I messed with my food, my eyes constantly on the window behind Bex. I checked my watch every so often, not really giving a shit when my date got upset about me getting distracted. She was just a pawn in my game. I wouldn't need her for much longer.

  Twenty minutes after eight, the door of the cinema burst open, and a pretty brunette exited in tears.

  "Come on," I ground out at Bex. "We're leaving."

  She stared at me in shock, but a delighted expression took over when I grabbed her coat and helped her into it.

  "Oh, I see," she purred. "Can't wait after dinner tonight, can you, Devlin?"

  I smirked at her, putting my own coat on and throwing a couple hundred bills on the table to cover our food.

  Let her think that. It was better than her realizing what my real plan was.

  I ushered her out of the restaurant, crossing the road to the other side where the cinema was. Bex tottered after me in her sky-high heels, practically purring with excitement. She thought she was going to be riding my dick in the next thirty minutes. Such a little sex kitten. She always had been addicted to the taste of my cum.

  "Taxi!" I called out, raising a hand as I stepped on the pavement.

  A yellow cab pulled up, and a small figure appeared before me.

  "Hey, I was here first!" she argued, raising her tear-stained but ever so pretty face to mine.

  A moment later, the shock registered on her face and she whispered my name.

  "Violet?" I asked, opening the door of the cab. "What are you doing here?"

  Bex got into the car, ignoring my girl completely.

  "I..." Violet started, glancing around herself while another tear slipped down her cheek.

  Goddamn, she even looks good when she's crying. I want to be the one to put those tears in her eyes.

  "I had a date," she managed to finish. "A date that went horribly wrong."

  I slammed the door of the cab shut just as she burst into tears.

  "Princess," I muttered, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Do you need a ride home?"

  She shook her head and shrugged. "I just want... to forget about this. It was so fucking humiliating."

  I glanced at the cab, as if weighing my options.

  "I can take you for a sundae," I finally said, and Violet's eyes lit up as she looked up at me. "At that ice cream shop we used to go to when we were younger. You remember?"

  "Yeah," she giggled. "The one right outside your office building? You used to take me every time our dads had meetings."

  Her expression darkened. Neither of us mentioned the elephant in the room - the fact we weren't supposed to be seen with one another after all. Since our families were feuding, it would be completely unacceptable if we spent time together. But I didn't give a shit.

  I tapped the roof of the cab and the car pulled away with Bex's shocked face appearing in the window. She mouthed a curse word and banged on the window, but it was too little too late. She'd served her purpose.

  Violet watched the cab take off, a cute little smile playing on her lips as she turned her eyes to mine.

  "Wasn't that your date?" she asked.

  "I'll see her later," I told her, and her expression fell.

  But I wanted it that way. I wanted her jealous, imagining all the things I was going to do to Bex as the night went on. It would only make her want me for herself more.

  "Shall we?" I offered her my arm. "It's only a couple of blocks away, we can walk. And you can tell me all about this terrible date of yours."

  "Are you sure?" She hesitated before finally wrapping her arm around mine. "I really don't think we should be seen together."

  "I don't give a shit about that," I told her. "Come on, princess."

  We started walking toward the ice cream shop and she breathed a sigh of relief.

  "Wanna tell me about it?" I asked her and watched another tear slip down her cheek.

  "It was just a disaster," she finally muttered. "I never should have agreed to the date in the first place. I was just doing it as a favor to my dad."

  "Always a good reason for a date," I teased her, and she let out a small giggle. "What happened?"

  "Well, he was ten minutes late," she managed, her voice bitter. "But his other date wasn't."

  "What?" My eyebrows shot up. "Another girl showed up?"

  "Yeah," she ground out. "A gorgeous, tall blonde dressed so inappropriately my mouth gaped. She said she was looking for him, Steven Hawthorne."

  "And then?" I asked gently, guiding her over the street.

  "And then Steven finally showed up," she went on. "Denied ever seeing the girl. But she insisted he'd invited her. That he'd paid her."

  "Paid her?" I asked. "So, she was..."

  "I'm guessing so," Violet admitted miserably. "I can't believe he asked a... a... girl like that to join us on our first date. What the hell did he think was going to happen?"

  She looked up at me as if I had the answers, and my eyebrows shot up, giving her a silent reason.

  "God," she muttered. "I wasn't going to sleep with him on the first date!"

  "I know that, princess," I told her calmly. "But given what I know about Steven, I'm guessing he was trying to persuade you."

  “That’s awful,” she said, shaking her head. “I never should have let Dad set this up. I don’t even like Steven.”

  A thousand questions bloomed in my head, wondering whom she liked if it wasn’t that son of a bitch Hawthorne. Jealousy twisted my guts into knots, but I shook my head to get the thought out. Tonight was about making Violet more comfortable around me, not claiming her. The time for that would come.

  We arrived at the sundae shop just as an employee turned over the ‘open sign’.

  “Oh no,” Violet exclaimed. “It looks like it just closed.”

  “Don’t worry,” I replied, knocking on the glass door.

  The employee, a woman in her forties, turned around and glared at us with her hands on her hips. She pointed at the sign and shrugged, and I held up a stack of hundred-dollar bills. Her eyes instantly lit up, and she grinned, opening the door wide.

  “Welcome to Angelo’s Gelato,” she grinned.

  “Welcome indeed,” I smirked, giving her the cash. “The lady will have a salted caramel sundae. Extra peanuts and hold the marshmallows.”

  The woman nodded and disappeared into the kitchen while Viol
et gave me a surprised look.

  “You remember,” she said.

  “Of course I do,” I told her. “We used to come here a lot. Now the real question is, can you still handle that sundae? Because if I remember correctly, it’s so big you need two people to finish it.”

  She grinned, saying, “You’ll just have to help me.”

  I walked her to a booth and we slid into the red leather seats. Her eyes were wide, and the atmosphere was perfect. It almost felt like the date she never got to experience.

  We chatted about this and that while we waited for her order, careful not to broach the subject of our families. I didn’t want to upset her. I knew our family quarrels were a sore spot for her.

  Moments later, the waitress appeared with the ice cream, setting it down in front of Violet triumphantly and sticking her palm out to me.

  “Really?” I raised my brows out to her, chuckling. “You drive a hard bargain, lady.”

  I slid a few more bills into her hand and she retreated, a satisfied smile on her face.

  “Devlin?”

  Violet’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

  I looked at her, eyes wide and framed by thick black lashes, bottom lip jutting out in a way that made me want to sink my teeth into.

  “Yes, princess?”

  She set her spoon down, looking so small compared to the massive sundae in front of her.

  “Do you think our dads will ever make up?” she whispered.

  I shifted in my seat, never taking my eyes off her.

  “Why do you care?” I wondered out loud. “That shouldn’t matter to you, Violet. You’re young. You should have fun, not worry about your family’s affairs.”

  She looked down, those lashes coming to rest against her flushed cheeks that were still stained by tears from before. She’d never looked more beautiful, more vulnerable, than at that moment.