Page 37 of Depraved Devotion

I hit send. Watching Geneva in real time never fails to excite me. Her body tenses the moment her phone notifies her aboutthe message. She swipes to read the text and her brows snap together. Confusion sweeps over her features, quickly followed by exasperation and a tiny bit of anger. She types something I can’t make out, and then pauses, her delicate fingers hovering over the keys before she erases everything.

Geneva purses her plush lips, sending my mind straight to the gutter. I can’t wait to shove my cock in her mouth, to feel her tongue circle the head before I thrust deep and make her choke—

She starts typing again, the rapid movement yanking me out of my fantasy.Wow, that was an ADD moment. Aaaaaand, I’m back.

Geneva:You might think you own me, but you’re wrong. I’ll prove it to you.

I chuckle softly, shaking my head. She’s strong, I’ll give her that, but I know her better than she knows herself. And right now, my girl needs to learn that Ialwaysmean what I say.

Unknown:My darling doctor, I think you’ll want to listen this time. After all, I have your best interests at heart.

Geneva:You don’t have a heart.

Unknown:I did once. I think? In any case, be a good girl and stay home. I mean it.

Geneva:And if I don’t?

Unknown:Actions have consequences.

I keep my gaze fixed on Geneva, watching her reaction closely. Her chest rises and falls faster as my threat strikes home. She doesn’t move to respond, just sits there quietly contemplating her options. Defiance wars with deliberation. Fear battles with fury. It’s written all over her face.

That’s a good girl. Think it through.

Geneva:What type of consequences?

Unknown:Irreversible ones.

Her fingers fly over the screen as she types something quickly, her movements more aggressive now. The anger on her face is beautiful.

Geneva:Fuck you.

Unknown:Unfortunately, not tonight. But soon, I promise you.

I let a few seconds pass before sending my next message, savoring the tension between us. Fuck, the things this woman does to me.

Unknown:Enjoy your evening because I know I will.

Geneva:What are you going to do?

Geneva:You need to tell me.

I grin at that. She’s trying to convince herself that she’s still in charge by demanding things from me. It’s adorable, really. But it won’t work. She can’t control me, any more than I can control my obsession over her.

I look around my cell, the walls no more than a mirage of captivity. Perception is fluid and I’ve always been good at shaping others’ to my satisfaction. There’s power in it, and that’s something the Malone family has a lot of. Giulio Malone runs the largest crime syndicate on this side of the United States.

And since he works for me, his men do too.

My mind drifts to a year ago, when I first began my campaign against them.

“People have patterns, making them predictable and fucking boring. But chaos…?” I pause, briefly closing my eyes and inhaling a deep breath. “Chaos makes my dick hard.”

Daniel Malone watches me, his gaze never leaving the knife in my gloved hand even as I use the other to grab my cock through my pants. Smart man. It’s natural to follow movement with your eyes, but he’s fighting his instincts.

So am I, since he’s not dead.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Malone asks.

“Whatdo I want? What doIwant? What do Iwant?”