Claimed

17. Tempting the Devil

Chapter seventeen

Tempting the Devil

Like. . .what do I even do with this?

As I stepped further into the room, my breath caught in my throat.

The two armed men at the table barely registered in my mind anymore.

My gaze locked onto the figure standing at the back of the room.

Gianni.

I knew he was insane, but what sort of crazy is this?

My heart pounded.

I widened my eyes in disbelief and continued to walk toward him.

I mean. . .

Gianni.

My new husband.

The man who had left me moments ago in our suite—full of heat and desire—now stood before me in a scene that defied all logic.

Like. . .

Gianni was still shirtless. Those muscles, scars, and tattoos were on full display. He also had those same dark pants on that he had hastily put on before leaving our suite.

But now, those legs were restrained by thick iron chains that wrapped around his ankles, anchoring him to the floor.

His arms—once so strong and possessive around me minutes ago—were now held down by similar chains, keeping his hands by his sides.

Even his waist was bound.

A heavy chain coiled around him like a serpent, pinning him to the wall.

His chest heaved with each breath, but he didn’t move, couldn’t move, restrained as he was.

And the most unnerving part was that Gianni just stared at me with pure, unbridled anger blazing in those green eyes.

Like I was the cause of his predicament.

I was flabbergasted. There was no reasoning, no logic that could explain why Gianni would do something so insane, so utterly irrational.

My brain tried to piece together the madness before me, but it was like trying to grasp at smoke.

I held out my hands. “What the hell is this?”

Gianni narrowed his eyes. His words were harsh, clipped growls. “Go back into the suite, my queen.”

I stopped in my tracks, blinking in confusion. “There is no full moon out right now.”

He frowned. “What?”

“Are you a werewolf?” I shot back. “Because that’s the only reason I can think of for why you would chain yourself up like this!”

Gianni’s jaw clenched. “I am making sure that I don’t hurt you. ”

“By chaining yourself up to the wall?”

“Yes!” he growled. “Now go back to our suite.”

“No,” I snapped, taking another step closer. “We need to have a conversation. I am now your wife, not one of your men. And if we are going to have a happy marriage, then you need to talk to me.”

He glared at me.

This is your fault. You forced me to marry you. Any regrets, buddy?

I placed my hands on my hips.

The air grew thick with this suffocating silence as Gianni's seething rage radiated off him in waves.

My heart pounded in my chest. I was nervous, terrified even, that he would just make me leave again, that he would simply shut me out.

But I also refused to back down.

Not now.

Not after everything that had happened between us.

Not after what he had done to my body. . .brought it so much damn pleasure.

For a long, agonizing moment, Gianni didn’t move, didn’t speak. His eyes locked onto mine, and I held my breath, waiting, hoping that he would just talk to me.

I’m not leaving.

Of course, he could have just ordered his men to grab and carry me out of the room. I hoped he saw the expression on my face that said I would not be okay with that.

After a few quiet minutes, he exhaled sharply. It was a sound of pure frustration. Then, he moved his gaze to the two men at the table. “Leave us.”

My nerves calmed.

The men didn’t hesitate. They scrambled to their feet, rushing out of the room without a word.

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving Gianni and me alone.

Good. He’s going to talk about this crazy shit.

I swallowed hard and took a step closer to him. “Gianni, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?”

“For the first time in years, I’m scared, Bella. Not of the chains, but of what happens if I don’t control myself.” His angry gaze followed my movements. “I can’t control it. I thought I could, but I can’t.”

“Can’t control what?” I pressed, inching closer until I was just a few feet away from him.

“Stay right there.”

I stopped. “Why?”

“Because I want to hurt your little wet, tight pussy.”

I parted my lips and then. . .completely against my will and I swear I didn’t mean to, but. . .I just fucking started laughing.

In my defense. . .tonight had been insane.

To end it with my new husband who I didn’t know I was going to marry now chaining himself to a wall because he didn’t want to painfully fuck me. . .well. . .any normal person might have laughed too.

The anger on his face rose. “You think that’s funny?”

“Yes.”

“Oh really?”

I chuckled. “Yes. I do.”

“The keys are on the table.” Gianni sneered. “Then, unlock these chains.”

That made me stop laughing.

He formed his fingers to fists and could barely move them from the walls.

“Go ahead, Princess,” He snarled.

The chains rattled slightly as he strained against them.

I stared at Gianni. The humor from my unexpected laugh fading as the reality of the situation settled in.

Gianni’s green eyes blazed with an intensity that sent chills down my spine.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady as I asked, “How would you hurt me?”

His response was immediate, and his voice low and menacing. “Tear that little pussy apart.”

I blinked. “You can’t do that.”

A dark smile spread across his face. “Test me and see.”

A wave of fear washed over me, but I forced myself to keep my ground. “Gianni, you can make love to me tonight, and it can be gentle—”

“It will not be gentle , Princess, not after the way you moaned during that orgasm. Not after I felt how tight you were. I would push my cock into you and keep going deeper and deeper until I fucking broke through your cervix and hit your stomach.”

I inched back. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“It’s possible.”

“It isn’t.”

“Long ago, before I realized that I was in love with you… I injured a woman by accident. . .with my cock.”

What the fuck? What sort of man injures a woman with his damn cock?

I lowered my hands from my hips. “How did you do that?”

“I didn’t mean to do it.”

“But. . .how?” I pressed, needing to understand, even though part of me didn’t want to hear the answer.

“I raised her legs up, until her ankles touched her ears.”

I widened my eyes.

“And then. . .because I was mad about something that happened earlier that day with my men. . .nothing that was related to her, but anyway. . .I lost control.” Gianni frowned. “I just kept going deeper and deeper, slamming my cock into her pussy. The fucking bed crashed so hard against the wall that there were dents, and she just kept screaming, but maybe I thought it was in pleasure.”

“Maybe?”

“I barely heard her. At least later she told me that. . .she was screaming in pleasure and pain.”

As a virgin, I didn’t even know what to do with all of that. I only wanted to experience pleasure and already thought his cock was too big to fit.

His chains rattled slightly as he fought to control his anger—anger at himself, at the situation, at what had happened. “I didn’t know my own strength, didn’t realize how easily a pussy could be broken.”

“So. . .”

“I shattered her pelvis.”

I almost shrieked.

“The doctors said the impact was so severe that it splintered her bones. She couldn’t walk properly for several weeks. She was in constant pain, but luckily after a few months the doctor confirmed that she could still have kids.” He eyed me. “Do you understand now? Do you see why I chained myself up? I can’t take that risk with you. I won’t.”

I just stared at him, completely speechless.

Never had I heard of a man truly making a woman unable to walk for weeks after sex.

I’d already been nervous about having sex with him.

Now, I was terrified.

Gianni let out a long breath. “Go back to the suite, Princess.”

“You can lay next to me—”

“Without fucking you tonight?” He looked at me like I was the most absurd person he’d ever seen. “That would be impossible. Do you understand how bad I want you right now? How hard it was to make myself come to this room that I’d already had set up days ago. I just knew. . .I knew that with you. . .I might need. . .chains. . .”

Terror gnawed at my insides, but I shoved it away.

There was at least one good thing that had come out of that confession. It was clear that he would never want to physically hurt me.

While it was one thing to just declare that he wouldn’t, it was another thing to actually chain himself up to a wall to make sure it never happened.

That made me feel so much better about this forced marriage.

And with that realization, I began to walk toward him.

“Princess.” Those chains rattled at his side.

I ignored his warning and continued. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?”

“I like my pelvis, and I also enjoy walking.”

He didn’t smile. “Go back to your suite.”

“You’re chained up.”

“With you this close, these chains won’t stay in the wall. Trust me.”

I stopped.

Now only one foot ran between us.

I lowered my gaze to one hand and that was when I saw it, him trying to yank the fucking chained hook out of the wall. “Stop that.”

He licked his lips. “Perhaps, I can control myself. Get the keys, Princess. Let’s see.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I don’t know if I should.”

He did his best to keep his voice steady, but it shook like he was some drug addict begging for me to just hand him back the drug. “No. I was being. . .paranoid. Give me the keys, Princess. I’ll be gentle.”

Said the predator to the prey. . .

His gaze went feverish. “Go ahead. Help me undo the chains.”

“No.”

And just like that, he dug those fingers into his skin as he strained against the metal. The hook in the wall shook a little.

Fast, he yanked at it hard.

The hook bent a tiny bit.

And one piece of concrete chipped away as he pulled at it with all his strength.

“Stop that, Gianni.”

“Take off your clothes.”

I blinked. “Can you calm down so we can have a conversation—”

“No! We can’t!”

“Stop yelling at me—”

“I already told you that I have no fucking control and to take that tight little pussy and go back into that suite, and you stayed so now I’m going to give you what you asked for, naughty princess—”

“I am not naughty.”

His only response was a primal growl.

I took another step forward and our bodies were nearly touching now—only an inch apart.

“Fuck, Princess. Now you’re just tempting the devil.” His chains rattled once more as he strained against them.

The sound was harsh in the quiet room, yet somehow it felt like background noise compared to the pounding of my heart in my chest.

He demanded like the mafia boss he was, “Unlock these chains right now!”

“No.”

He yanked at the hook and another small piece of concrete fell from the wall.

I shivered. “I want to kiss you.”

“And I want to fuck you so hard that you’re not just bleeding from losing your virginity you’re bleeding because of me.”

I flinched. “Keep talking that way and you will never have sex with me—”

“Who’s going to stop me, Princess?” His expression was a man who was truly possessed by the devil. His eyes burned with brutal fire and his brows were furrowed in a menacing scowl. His facial muscles were tense and contorted, giving him a demonic appearance.

Slowly, I touched his chest, resting my fingertips on the tattooed muscle, right on the inked petals of those black roses and skulls.

His response was immediate.

He closed his eyes and groaned so loud that it throbbed through my body.

“Do you know why I came looking for you, Gianni?”

He didn’t open his eyes.

I pressed my breasts against his chest.

I licked my lips. “I’ve never had an orgasm from anyone else before in my entire life.”

He snapped those eyes open.

“And. . .that was amazing.” My body hummed with lust. “Your tongue and fingers were so good. I want you to do that a lot during our marriage.”

To my surprise, a wicked chuckle left him.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are.” He gazed down at my hands on his chest. “I’ve been watching you for a long time, Princess, but never once did I see that you enjoyed playing with fire.”

“How long have you been watching me?”

“Long enough.”

“Why won’t you give me a real answer?”

“Because you might not like it.”

“Why wouldn’t I like it?”

“Take my cock out.” The sound came out half-strangled and his chains clinked some more from his straining against them. “Be nice to daddy.”

“Give me answers and maybe I will be nice.”

“Be careful, Princess.”

“I want answers.”

“You won’t get them until we get to our home, and I can truly sit down and talk about it.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to get to know me first, before coming up with any other thoughts after you’ve heard the story.” He closed his eyes again.

“I don’t like that answer.” I started tracing the outline of one rose with my fingers and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Maybe, I won’t take your cock out after all.”

Those chains rattled.

“What do you want me to do when I take your cock out?”

His response was a low growl. “Suck it very fucking hard.”

“I was busy trying to be independent of my stepfather, so. . .I never learned how to suck cock.”

His eyes snapped open then, glaring into mine with a wild fierceness that sent shivers down my spine. “Unlock me so I can show you.”

His entire body was tense, muscles straining against the chains that held him captive. Sweat dripped from his brow.

“No. I don’t trust you to be good. . .Daddy.”

“Mmmm. You don’t understand what you’re doing to me,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’m not super experienced, but I think that if you at least get some release, you would be calm tonight and can sleep next to me.”

“Is that what you think, Princess?”

“Yes.”

“Then, let’s test that out.” He licked his lips. “Take my cock out.”