Page 79 of Destined for the Devil
Down the dark hallway we went, my hand in hers, my heart pummeling my insides. I approached an ancient computer and turned it on while Isla looked around the dark library, nervously fidgeting withher purse.
"We working on a school project or something?” She crossed her arms. “What is this?" She wastryingto sound annoyed; I could tell. I smiled instead of indulging her with an answer and signed in with my brand-new library card. Then, I pulled out a chair for her, and without even sparing me a glance, she sat down right on the edge.
I leaned over her to type what I needed, getting hit with her addictive scent. God, she smelled impossibly delicious. She was right in between my arms and underneath my face—right where she belonged—always with me.
"You didn't believe me when I said your dad used the same tactics,” I murmured, adding to the mystery. “You think it's just me, but I only played by the rules." Finally, I pulled up the article and slowly leaned back, giving her the opportunity to read the screen.
The article was about the owners of Ander C & C beforeher father took over. All three brothers passed away either accidentally or from mysterious medical reasons within a span of two months. Her dad became the active CEO during that time, and once they were all gone, he forced the sale of all shares and bought them all himself, becoming the sole owner overnight.
The brothers' wills were never found. The descendants contested it all in court, but nothing ever came of it. Isla skimmed the article and then came back to a few paragraphs.
"So? Is this your proof that my dad was somehow involved? They all died of heart attacks or whatever, how is that my father's fault?" She refused to read into it, so I pulled up another article from the same newspaper, twenty-three years ago.
This one described how Anders C & C bankrupted three of their closest competitors within a year of her dad becoming owner.
"Roman, this is a waste of time and also trespassing and breakingthe law." She turned, lifting her gaze to me.Fuck.I loved when her big, beautiful eyes looked upat me like that.
Evidently thinking the same thing, she quickly turned away and stood up, tucking the chair back in. "There’s zero proof of anything here. I'm not sure what you're trying to convince me of." She crossed her arms again, dismissing me once more.
The proof I was collecting was taking a painstakingly long time. Sergei was always the one digging up dirt whenever we needed it, but there was no way in hell I would involve him in all this. It turned out that Dave was absolutelyphenomenalat covering his trail and burying any evidence of his work. It was taking me forever, and I kept facing obstacles. This was just a start, just a chance to show hersomething.
"I didn't know it was your dad when I took him out, Isla...I didn't know I was ruining a fam–"
"And if you would have known?!” She interrupted me loudly. “Would that have stopped you!?" Anger blazed up in all of her again, but that question pushed me into fantasy.
"If I had known that you were his daughter—” I spoke slowly, taking a step closer. “—I would have married you, and then we would have combined our businesses and grown into a conglomerate."
Amused, she stared back at me, chuckling bitterly. "Who said I would have married you?" She looked me up and down as if dismissing me, but her tone was so playful. Alright! We were getting somewhere! She wasn't only angry at me anymore. I took another step closer, her doe eyes staring up at me.
"You wouldn't have been able to resist me." I inched closer, the confidence in my answer surprising me too. She didn't know how to respond, only blinked up at me, her chest rising and falling with her quick breaths.
It was true. Neither one of us could have possibly resisted each other.Not in this timeline and lifetime, not in any others.
"Stop flirting with me." She held back her smile, chewing the inside of her cheek.
"Not flirting. Just telling you the truth. I don't think it's possible to flirt with your own girlfriend..." I dared reach out, wrapping a lock of her hair around my finger, slowly twirling it.
"I'm not your girlfriend.” She breathed out, the words barely audible. "You fucked that up…forever." She threw the sentiment out there but didn't sound very convinced.
The library was dark, silent, and totally private but…dangerous enough; I was sure there was a camera around somewhere.
"No,” I stated, certain that she was wrong. “You will come back to me…and we will be together, Isla. You're just mad now. I understand. But our love…cannot be broken.” I took another small step closer, the space between us heating up by a few degrees. “I will marry you. We will have a family. And we will be together…until the end of our days."
I was so close I could smell the divine scent of her skin…see the innocence and purity in her eyes. And when my fingers grazed her neck, her eyes fluttered closed, succumbing to the moment.
It felt like a decade had passed since I’d touched her. Being so close to her,touchingher once more zinged all of me awake. Fuck, my cock pumped with blood, straining against the zipper, and I was itching to have my hands all over her.
"S-stop..." she stammered weakly, but instead of pulling back, she slightly leaned in.
"Do you really want me to stop?" I challenged her quietly. "Or are you just saying that because you're mad your dad and I are both criminals?"
Just like me, Isla was losing all willpower. My fingers slid further into her hair, and as if on cue, I heard that heavenly moan. "I h-hate you..." she whispered, eyebrows furrowed.
"Mhm, yes. Hate me,moya devochka."
"Don't...don't call me that." She stepped even closer, now pressing herself against my chest, not daring to open her eyes. "I'm not your girlfriend anymore." She continued to deny everything.
"Just be my good girl tonight, then. No Roman. No Isla. Just a good girl and her daddy." I had absolutely no plan in my head. I was simply melting beside her, unable to keep my hands away and powerless in front of her.
